Strange new friends
Last updated 12/1/2020 at 4:26pm
"Well, that was odd," I thought. I was standing on a cold concrete sidewalk outside my local library, 13 or 14 at the time, and had just attended my first writer's group. My parents discovered the group online and recommended I try it out. I'd popped in a couple of months before only to find the group didn't do much during the summer except judge a writing contest. Their normal schedule would start in the fall and people would read aloud their current work and critique it.
So I'd come. It became one of the strangest evenings I had ever had.
For one thing, I found the other writers were, sh...