I read the announcement
in the newspaper and took particular interest in the location -- the fire
station close to my house. Perfect. Motivated partly by proximity, I decided to
go. When Saturday morning came, I headed to the station about 15 minutes from my
house.
I drove down country roads through lovely scenery, sharing the road with
only a few other cars, if any. I pulled into the gravel driveway and went in to
find a small group of friendly writers at a table. I sat down; introductions were
made; they seemed to know each other; they welcomed me. We talked about our writing passion. We shared past writing experiences and our expectations of
the club. This is heaven, I thought. I left inspired and grateful.
