author. Or, someday I will be.
In an effort to make someday sooner rather than later, I attended my first writers group meeting on Wednesday.
I'd avoided joining one because, well, I'm not a joiner. And, I thought I needed to be a better, stronger, faster, (starting to sound a bit like the bionic woman about now, right?), and all around cooler writer before I went. But, time is not my friend, so I need to commit despite all my shortcomings.
So, you know those 'group meeting' movie scenes where the heroine shows up at the basement of an old church to drink bad coffee out of styrofoam cups and sit on old metal chairs? At some point, she stands in front of a large group of strangers and says 'Hello, my name is Heroine and I'm a (fill in the blank with suitable personal failing)'.
I was really afraid it would be like that....and, of course, it was. Exactly like that. Except that there are no basements in Texas, the cups were paper, the chairs were plastic and the coffee wasn't bad (actually all coffee that's not Starbucks is pretty bad, but I'm trying to be kind).
Anyway, the craziest part was that even though I was purposely sitting in the back row trying to hide, the moderator took about two seconds to hone in on fact that I was visiting and single me out. ACK! I was so ready to sprint for the exit after having to stand up and admit my love for science fiction and paranormal YA books. Lemme tell you, if I hadn't thrown a fit at home about taking time to do something for myself for once (three kids, three dogs, one husband, ya know how it is), I would have done it too.
But, for the record, I am so, so glad I didn't run.
What I learned: These people can write. They take it seriously. They also like to laugh. I want to fit here. So, I joined.