i wrote a lil sumpn sumpn a while back, got some props and praise and constructive criticism for it. the flame still burns. Wendy tells me to check out this writer’s group tonight at Barnes and Noble. I go, with my manilla folder of jotted thoughts and incomplete chapters. I come away knowing I’m not ready to get in at this level. my craft if you can call it that is not at a level I’m comfortable sharing with strangers, none of whom I think will understand my voice. Some of the stuff I heard I thought was very good, and some of it I thought stunk. but I wasn’t comfortable enough to be honest, and wasn’t ready for them to critique my written passages. I don’t know if I’ll go back. I need to get to another level of committment, of desire, of practice. how remains to be seen.