Romance (?!) In Bar Light
From about 1997 until 2004 (when it disbanded), I belonged to a small online writing group. Our facilitator would periodically (usually once a month) send out a writing 'assignment'. The group (it averaged between 6-9 members at any given time) had a week to ten days to complete the 'assignment', and share it with the group. Critiques were simple: only positive feedback.
It was a pretty interesting, diverse group. We had a couple of accomplished writers. A technical writer. A budding novelist. A poet. And several persons who passed through the group with varied writing abilities, but no lack of enthusiasm for digging in and giving each and every assignment a try.
And like with any group, there had to be a class clown: moi.
The group quickly on came to expect the most off-the-wall takes on assignments from yours truly. From mortal combat with fruitcakes to contact with new-age tennis shoes taken as alien life forms, I never failed to leave 'em scratchin' their collective haids.
Like with this one (from 2003) hyar.
4 Comments:
Those four sentences felt right at home in this story. The idea of you being the class clown is ... well, that feels right at home, too!
That was great! HIGH-Larious!
came over from FTS site for another visit. I had a good visit thanks!
Dude, I've missed your hysterical A#@.....LOL....sorry I haven't been around much lately but thanks for continuing to visit me in my present "incognito" state. Hugggggss
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