Writing Road Trip

Tuesday evening, I was guest speaker for the Piedmont Writers Group in Martinsville. Claudia, my neighbor and fellow writing buddy, rode shotgun and navigated. It's always fun to meet with other writers, so we had a great time.

Some of the Piedmont writers.

Of all the writer meetings I've attended, this group had the most elegant meeting place— the Piedmont Arts Center. The camaraderie and enthusiasm of this group was evident. I wish I lived closer so I could attend their meetings on a regular basis.

How I came to be their speaker is the stuff that fiction—or maybe creative non-fiction—is made of. I met one of the members last month at my deceased cousin-in-law's viewing. Because he was such a well-like man, the funeral home over-flowed, and we numerous guests had to sit and wait for our turn to go up front. I happened to sit near another cousin-in-law, but on the other side of the family. She and I got to chatting—it was a long wait—and discovered we had a common interest: writing. One thing led to another, and Lynn invited me to speak to her writers group.

I'm glad I accepted her invitation.

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