I decided to take photos with my iPhone as I walked to writing group on Thursday evening. It’s that time of the year where the weather is all over the place, not sure if it wants to warmup for good or get cold again. So the ground was a bit icy and I had to watch my step.
I don’t have to watch my step so much when I’m at writing group because we’ve been together for a long time and everyone is pretty forgiving, even when I blab too much. I passed this shiny new condo building half way to the meeting and it got me reflecting about past members.
I’m bad with dates, but Ahniko (she and I are the only originals in the group) says we started in April 2003. We had been involved in a group that met monthly, but we wanted to meet more often so we started our own group. Currently, there are four of us: Ahniko, Heather, Kelly, and me. People have come and gone, some moving away or deciding they had no time, etc. Past members include: Cynara, Gloria, Harvey, Helen, Jamie, Jocelyn 1, Jocelyn 2, Kevin, Letty, Marika, Rachel, Rick, Sherry, Sue, and I’m sure I missed someone (please don’t take it personally if I did).
We meet twice a month at a coffee shop or restaurant because we don’t want people to get caught up in making snacks or cleaning their homes to prepare for the meetings. We yap a bit, order food or drinks, and then get to it. We each bring enough copies for the members and we take turns reading our pieces while the others listen and jot comments. Then we critique in a positive useful way: share what we liked, ask questions, point out where we may have been a bit confused, etc. Then we move on to the next person.
We have supported one another over the years. Encouraged. Cajoled. Applauded. Commiserated. Attended readings. We share books and resources. We go on writing retreats. We have days at the library. We have days for submitting writing. We help each other out. Yay, for our writing group!
Here are more photos I took when I stopped along the way to writing group. I might use some of them for writing prompts.
Like this little camper trailer. Can you imagine the adventures it’s been on?
Or the this doomed house. Think of all the people who have lived there over the years.
This portable toilet must have been around.
This guy had me wondering why so often I see people without mitts in Winnipeg during the winter.
And this is the one shot I took on my way home from writing group. It was just a bit too cold for me to keep my mitts off.