JOURNAL :: MAY 12, 2015
Sunday morning writers’ group. Giving it a try. Hopefully I’ll meet other writers that I could hang out with. Not seeing any strong contenders yet…
Occasionally things work out, but that's no reason to draw any conclusions.
I'm tipping back in my chair. I wonder if it's making anyone tense (any school teachers here?). How many times in my life was I asked to please not do that?
How many times a year does a high school teacher have to say "Please don't tip the chair back", and at what point does the existential crisis kick in?
Writing as work. A poet staring out the window, hoping for something.
If nothing else was gained from this, I now know how each of the five people in this room clear their throats.