Non Fiction Writer's Group

Oh God.

Literally - soooo... remember that writing seminar I went to? Maybe a little over a month ago, or so? I wrote about it HERE.

Well, I am not sure if I told you guys, but the organizer of this seminar was looking to start a group for nonfiction writers. I suppose that is the category I fall into. I mean, I do write about my life, the daily nuiances, just life in general. When I do get published, it's in local magazines and is about cardiovascular disease.... soooo.. non fiction it is.

BUT - we are supposed to bring some of our work to share with the group.

Cringe.

To be critiqued.

Double cringe.

I want to meet with other writers, but I have NO desire to have someone else judge my silly ramblings. I mean, I don't put a lot of thought into my blog posts. I literally wake up and something just comes to me, and next I find myself telling you all about it.

It's like a written telephone call to a few friends.

It is also a way to document my journey. Maybe I connect with you, maybe you connect with me. Maybe you leave a little support - or help guide me - or reflect the truth.

Oh I don't know... but this... this meeting, is making me anxious.

I LOVE to write. But I don't like to talk about it. I HATE when my mom calls and says, "So I read that.... "

I know it seems weird, but I am actually private. That is face-to-face. I don't care if you read about what's going on with me - but don't speak about it to me. That is, unless I broach the subject with you.

Does that make ANY sense?

Sooo.. if I am supposed to share something I have written, which posts are appropriate? EEk. It's all SOOOO personal. Am I to read it aloud to these women and men? I think I would rather sky dive.

*sigh*