I had a moderate headache yesterday afternoon and had debated canceling my planned trip to check out Zona Rosa. Thankfully, I started feeling better towards the end of my work day, and I decided to go. I grabbed Flying Biscuit on my way (their grits will change your life) and headed to the meeting wearing my honorary Zona Rosa t-shirt.
It. was. awesome.
I walked into the door and realized that I was the youngest by about 15 years, at least. This kind of scared me, because I knew immediately that these other women had so many more life experiences to offer, to write about. Who was I to infiltrate their meeting space with my novice ideas and writing?
As it turned out, they weren’t like that at all (not that I really thought they would be). They were very welcoming of me and asked me questions. Rosemary read one of my poems – this one, and responded positively. She had a few critiques on how to tighten it, but overall the other ladies seemed to really like it. I explained that I haven’t written aside from blog posts in a long while, and haven’t actively written any poetry since I graduated from college, but that I wanted to start writing again and that I’m really drawn to creative nonfiction and essays and the possibility of blogging for money (Dream job – Dooce).
If I joined, assuming I end up writing more, I would come once a month to the Atlanta meetings, and the monthly fee includes personal critique by Rosemary on whatever I’m working on. Writing is what I love to do, and I’d love to improve. I feel as though my writing now is in the infant stage, maybe even newborn stage. I have so much to learn, and I think I could prosper in a writing group like this. Sure, it would be a chunk of money every month, but I’d be willing to give up something else (lunches at work, shoes, whatever it may be) for the opportunity to be a part of something.