Desperately Seeking Dorothy

Someone on the internet is wrong, and I'm having one of those mornings where I'd really like to engage the person in adult conversation and ask them to reexamine their opinion in a civil and respectful manner.

But we all know how well that'd actually go.

Besides, it's all just excuses not to finish what needs finishing. I have stories to critique and stories to write, and there's no profit in the rest of it.

Or so I tell myself.

I should mention for posterity that I attended a new writing group last night, which I don't think is a secret. It was a nice change because we sat down and wrote during our time together, which is not to say I have an issue with the critique-style groups at all. I have been very lucky to stumble into a number of writing groups in these past few months, full of talented and friendly individuals. And every one of them has helped make my writing better. I'm just saying that sometimes it is also nice to eat a chocolate truffle and put some words on the page.

Or maybe I am desperately trying to be Dorothy Parker in search of my own Algonquin Round Table.

There are worse things to be.