I didn’t get any writing done this weekend, nor did I watch the free preview weekend of the writing channel. I slept a lot and read a lot.

Saturday I did shower and dress and put makeup on and go into town for the writers meeting I had found out was held on the first Saturday at 2 p.m. at the downtown library.

I finally left the downtown libary at 2:15, after no one else showed up. I was a bit annoyed, but then I thought (1) I didn’t call first to confirm and (2) there was a readers and authors conference in town this weekend, so perhaps they were attending that.

I had a most irritating exchange with someone who is trying to start a new writers group in town. She’s been e-mailing and mailing things out to everyone in the area for a few months, and I haven’t responded because, well, I already had a writers group that serves this area, so why bother?

I had received notice of a meeting on March 28th, and I wanted to attend out of curiosity, but I was all booked up that day, so I sent an e-mail letting her know I wouldn’t be able to make it.

I got the following e-mail on Friday (red is my comments):

/end rant

Also note the lack of specified date and time for the next meeting.   In fact, it took two more e-mails from me to determine which date and which time I should show up at said location.

This little diatribe, assuming it is read, will probably not make this person my biggest fan.  In fact, I’ll likely be uninvited.

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