We write. We revise.
We are working on novels, memoirs, essays and anything prose. No poetry. Not that we don’t like poetry, no one has ever brought any to the workshop. Besides writing, we edited, we work and rework and revise and make our prose so tight that dust mite couldn’t find its way between our words. But why do we blog? Because our facilitator, our leader, our teacher, our Ringmaster, and sometimes Nazi drill master, said so. It’s her living room after all. She wanted us to spread our wings, to start putting our words out to more readers. She’s kinda opposed to co-dependence in writers and keeps shoving us toward publication. We start here, and we see what happens. Why do you blog?