Tonight, I go to my first real life writing group. A friend of mine (who has already published a book) and I thought this up a while ago, but had to wait until both our schedules cleared. I've had online friends do some casual critiquing, but it hasn't really been since college that I've had a critique group which was really a class.
Yesterday I sent off my first chapter so the women could look it over beforehand. I had to scramble and put it together in order for it to be presentable, and it barely is. Hopefully, they'll be kind. I no longer think that I have any chance at the Pulitzer Prize for Literature. I'd just be happy to earn enough back to pay for all the paper and ink.
Well, not really. The Prize comes with a lot of cash, too.