We all must admit that life often gets in the way of our passions, despite our best intentions. That special talent — like writing for example — gets smothered beneath the daily checklist of work, family, paying the bills, and making sure the boundaries of our lives haven’t changed. At least, that’s what happens to me, despite making new resolutions to commit myself to my writing.
So I walked into a recent Writers Wednesday at the Capital Ale House in Midlothian feeling … well, like a penitent going to confession. After my last WW, I had been determined to get a draft together and head out into the gauntlet of a new critique group. But the months had passed swiftly without any action on my part. Would my fellow writers sympathize with my false starts?