A few weeks ago, I put up a post about Writing groups and asking if they were any good.
Last night I took the chance and went along to one.
It was a strange experience, and I am not 100% sure if I am going to stick it out, but I went along to see what it was all about. The anticipation for this almost made me back out. my the wife made me go.
The first thing I should mention is that I was, by far, the youngest person in the room by at least twenty years. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it’s also not so great for me.
I probably should have thought about this before going but it genuinely never occurred to me.
I felt like the reaper was hiding in there somewhere waiting for some of them to sneeze and keel over.
I really don’t know if I’m going to stick it out, I am going to go back next week to see what it is like on an average night and then decide from there.
The one thing was though when I was there, and they were talking, I had more ideas for things to write in those two hours than I have had in the last eight months.
So it’s swings and roundabouts