Last night there were only three of us at our writing group and we were like schoolgirls playing hooky. We chatted with no structure and barely recovered enough at the end to critique the two submissions we had. The loosey goosey experience felt refreshing. We weren't down to business we were out to lunch. We're all a bit giddy at the end of the school year and summer coming along soon. Sometimes aimlessness is right speech, when the feeling is universal and we're overtired and really, there were so few of us it seemed like the rules just went right out the window.
For me personally it was perfect, because all afternoon I'd been in a workshop with no break and the leader barreling us through the material in an unnatural way. We were all frustrated a bit at the lack of time for questions and the truncating of interesting subjects. Then I rushed home for dinner, which my husband picked up to save time and walked briskly over to the writing group. I wanted to unwind and luckily the other two women did as well. Nothing was said. We just rambled to our hearts' content until the facilitator made us focus on the two pieces at the end. I went home happy. We are so attuned that we slipped into our conversational babbling as if in written agreement. We were a babbling brook and the sound was lovely.
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