Thursday, August 2, 2012

Day 347: My Writers Group

Tonight we met for the first time since mid-June, and we drank vast quantities of wine and had a lot of fun together. It was good to see my writing peeps.

I can't remember if I've ever mentioned how this group formed. About five years ago I sent an e-mail to the Dallin School parents e-list asking if any moms who liked to write were interested in forming a group. (I had this idea that I wanted it to be women only.) Four of us met for coffee at Panera, and while I knew the other three, none of them were my best friends. I thought this would be the ideal setup for critiquing each other's deeply personal work.

And it has in fact been ideal. Over the years different pairs of us have gotten closer; we've added four new people (including — gasp! — a man!) but retained only one of them, so now we are five — and the five of us couldn't write more different things. Plus, we are all talented; I enjoy reading everyone else's stuff, even the one who writes paranormal, even the one who writes chick lit (usually not my thangs). My ladies are smart and discerning and insightful, they have made me become a better writer, and they keep me disciplined. For basically picking a pig in a poke, I am a very lucky girl.

In other news, Mimosa has been taking voice lessons for four weeks, and tonight she performed for us, singing "Rolling In the Deep" and Charlie Chaplin's "Smile." And I have just one word:


My girl, holy cow. She is one talented chanteuse. She knocked our freaking socks off. She says she's going to try out for The X Factor now (I think she has a dream of wooing Simon). Whatever she decides to do with this voice of hers, we're behind her.

Li'l Martini has been taking an improv class this week, and he's been entertaining us each day as well with news of the theater games he's playing. Oh, our cultural and talented family! How I envy others, having us to envy.

In terms of weight loss, I have little to report (though this morning's Xanadu weight of 245 was the lowest yet! But I didn't get attached to it). Today was all about tending to little chores and getting rid of piles (not in the hemorrhoid sense — I need to come up with a better word. Stacks?), and I mostly sat. But tomorrow Mimosa and I will start our day with a long run/walk, and that will "set the tone" for a healthy day of good choices. In theory, anyway.

Here's a joke Husband just told me: A liberal, a moderate, and a conservative walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Hi, Mitt!"

If any of you are "friends" on the "Fâcebük" with Brunie, go read her wise, brilliant, and all-around awesome take on Chick-Fil-A Day. I would "like" it if I could!

Love to all, except the jerks*,

Lady C, no one's friend on the Fâcebük

* Yes, I know: God loves the whole world. No exceptions.

(I'm trying.)

(Chardonnay helps.)

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