I quit my vanilla writing group today. I had tried, honestly tried, to learn, to write, to develop, to debate, to fit in. It was not a good fit, and, worse, was sapping time and energy I’ve come to realise would be better spent here.
After weeks of agonising over the decision, days of composing the resignation in my head, I wound up pecking out a hurried email on my phone, from bed, still in the process of waking up.
Perhaps it’s better to do these things only semi-conscious. When the full impact of the action won’t quite sink in- or, perhaps, when we realise that it doesn’t truly matter. When we know, fullly, that the correct decision has been made.
It occurs to me that I started this blog in more or less the same state. Pondered the decision forever, but when it came down to the actual writing of the first bit, it was done quickly. Instinctively.
That worked out ok, too.
In both cases, though, I can’t help but feel that I’ve slipped one more step into the darkness. But that’s where all the fun and passion and adventure lurks.
Thank you for joining me.