Dead on the Vine
Well, it seems yet another attempt made to get a writing critique group up and running here in Corvallis is dead on the vine. Last fall, I was willing to go along with a handful of women who said this is what they wanted, a regular time and place to share their writing work. After one meeting, it became clear (to me) that it was the usual congregation of too-busy, overcommitted folks who fancy themselves as writers but, really and truly, aren't in it for the hard work of having their words read and critiqued. After a few more fits and starts about when to meet during the busy days of early December, the back-and-forth e-mail chatter stopped. Truth to tell, I'm relieved.
It's time for me to move on. There isn't going to be a miracle for me, finding a group in this town. Either they all know each other and have their regular gaggles or they don't want new members or they aren't approaching their writing with the same gusto? zeal? foolish dedication? as I want and need to do.
Maybe in Portland I can see out the remnants of Carolyn's old crew. Or find new like-minded souls through something like the Attic Workshop. Meanwhile, to keep doing the work.
