I am constantly lamenting a lack of writing groups in my town. Sure, I have a few trusted friends and former professors who hear me out on fledgling ideas or read the drafts that I hurriedly piece together. But I can’t seem to find a solid writing community that extends beyond the people I already know.
Nervous, yet eager for new perspectives, I worked up the courage to travel to the Capital Ale House in Innsbrook. I had heard about the James River Writers-sponsored Writers Wednesdays for months now from their e-newsletter. But I had never gone because I didn’t know what to expect — the idea of “networking” seemed too purposeful. I’m not as deft in conversation as I am on paper.