My week in words, thus far

Okay, so Monday night was book club panel/library fundraiser.  Tuesday night was writing group.  I started meeting with the group a year ago, right after I was downsized out of my grant-writing job for public radio.  At the time it was a diversion and a step toward committing to my personal writing.  At the time, I wasn't so sure I was going to commit to the group.

Last night was the first time the group has responded to one of my essays.  It was really quite helpful!  The feedback was similar to feedback I've received before: they like my humor, humility, and see growth in the characters.  But here's my problem: I always write 3 pages.  No matter what, my internal page monitor stops my fingers from tapping at precisely 3 pages.  It's weird.  I took 2 pages of notes on how to expand the piece - an essay about raising a feminist daughter.  The group insisted that I include observations from my upcoming weekend soiree.  Oh haven't I mentioned it?  This weekend I attend, I shit not, the Derby Princess Tea with my daughter (in full princess regalia) and mother-in-law.  I'm tempted to wear my holy jeans and crappy Chuck Taylors with a tiara on my head, but I don't want to offend my mother-in-law or embarrass my daughter. 

Tonight I tutor.  It's been a writerly, readerly week.