They tell me they wish they hadn't waited so late in life to take writing so seriously. They laugh at me if I say I feel that I've waited too long. They tell me what it's like to have grown sons and to get to spend time with them and travel, and I feel hope that my son will still want to be around me when I'm their age. They tell me my date nights with my husband are SO IMPORTANT.
When I get writer's block, want to scrap the short story I've been working on for over a year, start feeling bored or down on myself that I'm not any good as a writer, I remember that we are meeting soon. We communicate by e-mail, even if we can't meet in person, and they give me honest feedback on my work, as I do for them. I come away with new ideas, new vigor. They recommend books, authors, and websites that I can go to for further inspiration.
But reading their own poetry gives me inspiration aplenty. A scientist and a minister, these two share knowledge, grace, truth, and wisdom through their written words. Sometimes they reflect on a time of life, a moment in history, a tree in the yard. I peek at the world that was and is, get a glimpse through their lenses and refocus mine. I feel blessed to sit side-by-side with these authors who want to sit beside me. When I'm in my 60s and 70s I hope I can be a part of a writing group with younger women (and guys too) and continue the blessing.
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