When I am old . . .

Who am I kidding? I'm more than halfway there.

Anyway. It's been an interesting week. I didn't get much writing done, but I did TALK about writing a lot. Two of the groups I visited with were women's literary clubs of long-standing, and most of the membership was older. Talk about inspiring. These ladies were amazing--so engaged, so well-read, so lively, so eager to keep learning. (And, may I add, so well-groomed. I love the way that women of a certain age and generation still dress up when they go out.)

Being with them made me want to give myself a mental headshake--to clear out a few cobwebs and recommit to the idea of growth. I don't want to petrify.