I went to a writer’s group yesterday. I don’t go for the criticism — I’m pretty good at this point at self-revision. But it is nice to actually see people and watch their reaction to particular pieces of writing, in person. I also admit that I like hearing other people’s work, and do my best to offer constructive advice. I really enjoyed hearing the poems and stories that were read in my sub-group (there were enough of us that we had to break into two groups).
Afterwards, we went out to a bar. One of the fellows began lecturing someone else in the group about how “we’re all just energy, vibrating at certain frequencies.” I sighed audibly. Sometimes, I feel like I got my work cut out for me. Heh.