An Inspiring Connection

Once upon a time a group of women met by fate through a writing class. Over one year later these women have met consistently despite busy lives and distractions. It is hard to explain how certain groups just "click" or "gel". But this group. . . "my group" did just that.

United by a passion and interest in writing we have become more than just people who exchange the written page. We have become friends. Learning together, supporting each other, and encouraging one another, not only in our separate writing journeys, but also in our lives.  Throughout the past year we have independently experienced loss of loved ones, car accidents, job frustrations, but also celebrated family engagements, graduations, birthdays. Supporting each other through the good and the bad certainly has strengthened our group in immeasurable ways.

These ladies: Traci, Ruthann, Jen, and Christina are the reason I have resurrected my blog. And are the reason I am continuing to write. Thank you Plot Sisters.

*originally written in September 2013 after one of our brain storming/ writing critiques

Scribbles On a Page By My Bedside

     "You know Dad, I can only watch the first quarter with you today.  I'm going to a writers' thing later."

     "Yeah. Your mom told me about that.  What are you doing with all this writing?" My father asked.

     I didn't have the courage to tell him. Or I don't have the answers. Either way I shrugged my shoulders and we both went back to watching the football game.

     I guess I'm really not sure what I'm doing with all this writing. I'm uncertain myself. I'm feeling like this is the direction I should go. Even though I really don't know where I'm headed.
     A clear vision would indeed be helpful. "Imagine," all the experts say- "Imagine what you want."

>I want my scribbles on a page by my bedside to mean something one day.
>I want my story, my novel, my poems or whatever I write to speak to someone about an experience they had or a person they knew.
>I want to feel purpose more and know all my random thoughts have an important mystery to tell.
>I don't want to worry about money or feel too tired to do the things I enjoy.
>I don't want to get to the end of my rope and wish I'd swung with more reckless abandon.
>I want to live.
>I want to give.
>I want to share.
>I want to dialogue with other people who love life and think deeply about significant concepts.
>I want to engage in culture and appreciate all kinds of art.
>I want to take care of my mind and my body so when I'm old- really old- I know my choices haven't hurt my frail exterior. And if it had- I want to know my interior life will be so rich it won't matter.
>I want to live and breathe all I can experience. Enjoy every second because life goes too fast and

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