The Unofficial Writing Group

Writing groups are exclusive. Or at least, this is what I believe. Admittance usually requires an application, or special status as a published author. I belong to a recently formed unofficial writing group that didn't require any of these things. We are either un-published, self-published, or very sparsely published. Last night was the second meeting of this particular writing group. We clustered around wobbly tables in the patio area of a Mission District cafe and wrote about hiding, disguise, and saints. We try to work from prompts, if we all seem propelled to follow one of the ideas that we toss around. This particular evening, we crafted stories with cold hands that fought the blue of cold that sitting outside on a San Francisco evening seems to induce. Our tall glasses of coffee, chai, and hot chocolate were only warm for a minute. They only served to warm our hands briefly. But the beginnings a few stories were forged. There was some contemplation, some introspection, and some wielding of pens. Our unofficial writing group is not that serious, but this is what makes it filled with potential. Watch out San Francisco, some fresh stories may be on their way.