October 27 2015

Learning & Discovery

As I begin to develop my new story, I realize I am well-served to connect with other writers that may see my tale differently than I do.  So, off to Google I go and search for a local writers groups.  

I have just relocated to the beautiful mountain area of Asheville, North Carolina so I am not yet connected to the community.  When you reach out, you find others that will touch your shirt sleeve, share a cup of coffee, turn a book page with you and listen to your journey.  I have found two writers' groups that are eager to embrace me and my story. 

As I plan for the workshops these groups offer, I am reminded of the diversity of the area.  As many male writers as women are in the groups.  I spotted a few beards, long legged boot wearers, Woolrich weave blouses and brightly colored cloth book bags.  I have married into a family of eclectic, highly intellectual, accomplished people.  These are bright, talented, open minded individuals who just cherish the printed word.  I am home!

As I was walking in our community recently, I came across a bed of flowers... some turning as summer introduced autumn.  And, one blossom, bristly white, is holding on for the journey... just like me.

Back to the writing table as I will shortly be turning in a draft for my new friends to critique and help turn into my next published book.  I will want to thank them now and later.  After all, hospitality is important. 
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