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Getting Naked With a Bunch Of Writers
(please don’t tell my wife)
Last night I was on a Zoom call with my writing group.
The calls are led by a writer who I truly dig, and loooovvveee her work and style. And an even cooler thing is her New Zealand accent. Of course, I say that will all due respect.
You know, come to think of it, the other two writers on the call were from Australia, so there were lotsa sweet accents.
But I digress…
You see, I was the only dude on the call.
Yeah.
Just me and three women, so please don’t tell my wife that I got naked on that call.
Ok, wait up…I don’t mean naked in the birthday suit sense, but rather that I bared a part of my soul.
I read a personal essay over that call and shared a 1,023-word glimpse into life that I’ve never shared before.
So in a way, yeah, I was as naked as the day I entered this world.
The feedback was enlightening…
The critiques stung a wee bit…
The lessons learned were priceless…
