Showing posts with label writer's guild. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writer's guild. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Coming home

I had the pleasure of meeting up with some of my writing friends at the guild meeting tonight.  So many times I have to miss the meeting because I am too busy running the kids here and there to various activities, but tonight worked out great.  When people who share a common bond get together, it always feels like home.  You know, the warm and cozy kind of sensation that warms your heart and makes you feel as if you have not missed a beat?   That is how I feel.  It is natural to simply dive right in our writing updates with each other.

  I am very fortunate and blessed to belong to another group like that too; not a writer's group, but a different kind of group based on spiritual principles.  When I walk into a room full of these people, I am embraced by "family" who accept me just the way I am.  I get that same warm and fuzzy feeling, and the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulders as I bask in the comfort of their love.  We share a common bond that unites us. 

Do you belong to any groups?   Please feel free to leave a comment and strike up a conversation.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Observations

I just got back from a writer's guild meeting about blogging.  Jessy Ferguson, an accomplished author, educator and friend, shared some helpful hints.  She stressed the importance of posting frequently- something which I have fallen short on lately.  I am going to try to post more often than I have been, so please keep checking and leave a comment. 

Today has been a much better day for me.  I was able to publish an article for my writing gig at the online Examiner.  I had a nice visit with my mom and treated myself to a pedicure (my favorite thing now, thanks to a friend).  As I sat in the chair relaxing I noticed that the ladies who work there all speak more than one language.  They talk to the customer in English and then they start holding conversations with each other in their own language.  Are they talking about me or someone else?  I wish I had my own secret language with friends that I could use for discreet observations.  Wouldn't that be fun?

Another interesting thing that happened is the turtle-in-the-house incident, but I will share about that, with photos, next time.