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Ok, maybe my standards are too high. Maybe my vision of what a bunch of writer’s meeting would look like may have been lofty and idealistic- but when I walked into Panera Bread tonight, what did I find? One adult and a bunch of adolescent girls. Really? This is the local NANOWRIMO write in?
I just could not bring myself to join the group. It would felt, I don’t know, creepy. So I ate my sandwich, drank my coffee, wrote some novel type words and listened.
“Who here has read Harry Potter?”
Hands raised. And no I am not kidding.
“Who cried when Dumbledore died?”
More hands raised- still not kidding.
My disappoint was vast, my writing was prolific, so I guess it balances out? Right?
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