The writers who meet in my home each month are a constant source of inspiration and
There are novelists and columnists, a poet and several autobiographical writers. Within
each of the four groups there are very different styles, rhythms and topics, but the common
thread is the ability to observe the world, a love of stories and a willingness to hear and be
heard. Sometimes we cry with laughter; sometimes we weep over heartbreaking words.
Mostly, we feel much better afterwards, because either way, storytelling is cathartic.
One of the writers suggested that I share a little of what goes on in the groups with
a wider audience, so that’s what I’m going to do; partly to expand the network, partly for
each group to see what the others are doing, and partly as a personal antidote to endless
Writing helps us process and re-frame experience. Our groups are a forum for
reading and discussing our work, but they also provide community and mutual
encouragement. Now and then they deliver a surprise, such as these fingerless mittens,
which Calene knitted for the Thursday morning group, otherwise known as The Oatcake
Club. More about them and the others soon ...