Writers' Meeting!

It is a second Saturday of the month and that means time for another writers' club meeting.

In one sense, these meetings are a little bit depressing. Of course, that's only because I'm not really writing anything.
In another sense, they are pretty encouraging...which is why I keep going to them.

Last night, Chris said that a friend thinks I should start a writers' club in Ozark. I said, "Why me? I'm not even a real writer!"
She said, "Then why do you go to those writers' meetings?"

I guess I go because I want to be a real writer.

In the six weeks since leaving my career as an air traffic controller, I have managed to post something here or at Healthy Living (by an unhealthy guy) just about every day.  But I'm not sure that I really consider that writing. It isn't anything creative like my blogger friend Angel with her great stories. Nor does it take any research or background like other blogs that I read.
No jokes. No cartoons. No interesting links.

I've pretty much ventured away from the political garbage that is sure to offend at least half of the people that read and respond. I mostly just sit and type out whatever happens to be spilling from my pea sized, half awake brain as I work on my first cup of coffee.

Eventually, I'll get around to working on that book that is locked in my head. Actually, there are a couple of them up there. I'm just waiting for the motivation to work on getting them out and into a format that the rest of you can enjoy.

Until then, you're stuck with the boring experiences of my life or the trivial thoughts that spill out of my head.

Move along, folks. Nothing to see here.

Sorry,
John <><