Actually Trying

Well, it's official, on Wednesday I'm meeting with a writing group for the first time ever to critique and be critiqued.  I'm nervous to show my stuff to other writers, but I'm also excited and proud of myself.  I tend to talk a lot about what I could do with writing, but only recently have I started backing that up with the actual doings of a serious writer.  If I want to be a published author someday, joining a writing group is pretty important.  This is probably just me, but in the past I tended to think of dreams as fantasies that would fulfill themselves somewhere in a nebulous future.  Maybe at 27 I'm becoming a grown up.  I've finally realized that my dreams are not going to happen to me on their own and that I have to put in vast amounts of thought, time, and effort to get where I want to be.

Dang it.  I hate effort.

Now I just need to come up with about 6-8 pages of stuff good enough for them to read in the next 24 hours.  I suppose I should be doing that instead of blogging...