When did you know you were grown up? Are you grown up? Do you have a set of balls? A set like these ball-point balls below?
I found this set of cockandballs at my local cafe. It’s a twenty minute walk from my house, or a five minute drive. Four if you speed. Continue reading
The last writing group I attended was back in 2002. It was christened Little Red Writing Group, for Red Dress Ink. My friend and go-getter type Mari Brown had heard that Red Dress, a brand new Harlequin imprint at the time, was soliciting urban chick-lit novels for seven grand a pop, so she emailed all her friends. There were about twenty of us at first, all sitting around laughing, drinking mimosas and munching on carrots and hummus. I took some notes, blinked, and then we were four. This is how it happens sometimes. I joined the group because I couldn’t think of a good enough reason not to. And wrote Star Craving Mad.