I am ditching work (read: taking a lunch for a change) to go sit in a coffee shop with a professional author of my acquaintance (Lisa Hendrix) and a another friend of hers who is also an aspiring author. We are going to critique, support, brainstorm, and otherwise hob and nob.
We are a writer’s group.
Of serious writers. Not “someday” writers. Not “well, I blog” writers. Writers who actually intend, with bloody-minded tooth-grinding determination, to write, to sell, and to do it again.