I know I allowed just a few days, but only 2 people have signed up for my writers' group so far. Only one of them could make it tonight, so I've postponed the first meeting until next Thursday. I sent out about 20 invites, to people that are local and interested in a writing group, but only 2 of them joined. I suppose I err in assuming that everyone is as connected to their computer as I am. I could reach out a little farther from "home" and invite some more people. I could also put an announcement on Craig's List, which I will probably do. I'm afraid that, in spite of my efforts, I'm going to be disappointed, that there will be no additional interest.
Meanwhile, back at the dog park, Pancho and Timmy continue to gain fans and wow the spectators! When I get home from work, they practically pee themselves waiting for me to get their leashes. People always ask me about Timmy's name, so I just tell them I named him for South Park's Timmy (and they think that's cool), rather than go into the REAL story and weird everyone out.
Otherwise, it's been a fairly ordinary kind of week. I'm glad I've been getting out of the house; that's the one thing that has made a difference in getting me back to "normal." I've got sewing groups, too, but I just haven't been able to get psyched up for them. I think it will happen eventually, but everyone I know knows what happened and that makes it harder for me to be around them. There is a certain feeling of embarrassment and humiliation that I feel when I'm with people who know the whole story and how hard I'm taking it. The dog park is perfect because no one knows me or what I'm going through. I can pretend that nothing's wrong. It must help on some level.
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