Had writing group yesterday, which is always a luscious thing. For a few hours, my home is filled with cool, creative women who write together, drink coffee, and support one another in our writing, creative expression, and (in a not-entirely-round-about-way) our lives in general. (and for this i get PAID? oh yum ...)
Yesterday I asked everyone to donate to the PanCan walk instead of paying me, so when we were all done, I brought the laptop downstairs, pulled up my "donate page" ... and wound up with $360 from 5 women (writing group's usually $40/session, you do the math ...).
Talk about getting support in our lives? ... man oh man, I frikkin LOVE my writing group babes. What a treat ... feeling grateful, proud, and very, very lucky.
(... and this time next week, i will have crossed the finish line in miami. although, in my dream last night, i went off the beaten path of the course and didn't cross the line until 7 hours after the start ... leaving my dad and some others who showed up in the dream's 'cheering section' very confused. wonder if there's a metaphor in there somewhere ...)
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