Desperate Housewives, an event we always anticipated. Following the cancellation of our former appointment viewing show, this year's potluck was different for other reasons as well -- and one of the most enjoyable parties we've ever thrown.
I've been a member of three writer's groups. Tenure in the first lasted for sixteen years, the second for two and a half. I joined my current group a year and a half ago, and have found a level of comfort and enthusiasm that has directly benefited my writing output. Long ago in that first writer's group, the autumn of 1995, I created the concept of monthly potluck get-togethers where colleagues broke bread, read stories, poems, and novel chapters on a theme and, above all, had a day of fun celebrating the writing we all love so passionately. This month's theme was: "Surprise!" -- and the dozen fantastic scribes who attended took the prompt and produced stellar work.
One Life to Live as a day player, as well as numerous New York-based dramas and some major feature films.
Every story read was engaging and helped to create an atmosphere of inspiration and energy that only grew more addictive as the afternoon progressed. While we dined and read, episodes of Space:1999 on DVD played with the volume muted on our flat-screen, adding to the creative vibe.
When my turn came, I read the opening and the second chapter of a new project that came to me on the final day on Star Island during my recent island writing retreat adventure, a novel called Oh Happy Day. And I was quite happy with the results, even though I was less than twelve hours away from a miserable autumn cold identical to ones that kept two of our friends from attending.