I have been asked to be part of a writer's group whichisaprivilegeIknow.
It's just that.
I don't critique anymore.
Maybe they'll be alright if I limit my comments to those things I love.
My self imposed first assignment comes from a writing teacher who gave me time.
Flash fiction, five hundred word limit, must contain a man in black, a fishbowl and a train.
Today I am grateful for the opportunity to stretch and see if, ohgoodgosh, I am any better of a writer than I was eight years ago.