“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” ~ C.S. Lewis
This past weekend I attended a writers’ retreat. My own critique group, The Best In The World, officially known as the Writers’ Cramp, had its own gathering in St. George. It was completely nerdy and wonderful.
We had several planned activities that make sense to pretty much no one, including scouring the internet for random people who look like each other’s characters and writing scenes in which our characters meet up with each other and do strange things. Not sure how this is supposed to make us better writers but let’s not bring that up, okay?
I don’t know how Art and Nefi survived the weirdness, but they were good sports, coming along for their driving and cooking skills. And our old pal Shaughn dropped in, in between arresting bad guys for the FBI. He is quite a storyteller, that guy.
What I do know is that it is the most wonderful thing to find people who share your strangeness. What would I do without these people?
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