August 28th, 2010
The fact that I am finding the time to write this while wrapped in a towel on the couch as my children play a game in the bathroom featuring characters named Charlie Pimple and Diaper should qualify me as a writing mama. I’ve been one since the day darling Frances (aka Charlie Pimple) arrived on the scene.
However, being a Writing Mama is a whole different ball of Play-Doh.
The Writing Mamas are the ice cream truck at the park of local writing groups. They’ve been written up here, there and everywhere for their cold and creamy menu of treats such as excellent guest speakers, (authors, agents, publishers) and networking time, followed by critique circles. Special events like the Mama Monologues where members read their work are the M&Ms on top of the ice cream.
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