Men with Pens

Here are some thoughts about a writing group I used to attend:

We would sit around a table or two and wait. No one knew what we were waiting for and we would try to pass the time with idle chat and procrastination, each one hoping someone would take the lead or make a decision.

Then we'd have coffee and biscuits and those of us that smoked would huddle outside and moan about things or change the subject and disagree about films. Back inside all the good biscuits were gone and we'd sip our coffee waiting for the next period of waiting. By that time most of us had nothing to say, then someone would read something and we'd grunt or say it was quite good. Mostly we'd just wait. Wait till home time, drive away then come back the next week to wait again. We loved it.

More tomorrow...