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I belong to a writers' workshop in Vermont and a private writing group (three writer friends who meet in each other's homes to discuss our writing and offer each other support) and feedback). I also participate in a poetry group when I am in Florida where we discuss our poetry and offer each other support. I consider myself very fortunate to have the people in these groups in my life. Some of them have become true and wonderful friends.

The Writers' Workshops host all kinds of opportunities for writers -- fiction writing, creative non-fiction, song writing, all kinds of groups. I join poetry groups, whether workshopping our own work or discussing the work of known poets. I always learn something. Gotta keep learning!

Today I spent my Saturday in a revision workshop. I know that would not be everyone's cup of tea, but for me it was an excellent way to spend a day. I have ambitions of being a poet when I grow up.
I thought it was interesting that I was the only left handed person in the group of ten today. Just something I noticed.

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  1. Olga, I used to belong to a writing workshop years ago. It was enjoyable. However, when they moved the meetings out beyond my area, I wasn't able to continue. But I did continue to write. I'm glad you have your group and a poetry group too! IMO both writing and poetry are good for the soul.

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  2. I was in a supportive writers' group for ten years, but it recently disbanded. Of the ten members only 3 or 4 showed up at the end. I write poems occasionally and had a few published, which brings me smiles.

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  3. I belonged to a writing group a long time ago. I enjoyed it but it was across town and eventually I dropped out. I really don't write anymore and I should. One, it is FREE and two, it keeps the brain working. Good for you and you may be the Grandma Moses of the Poetry Genre when you grow up.

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  4. Cool. Have you posted any of your poetry on your blog? Are you going to?

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  5. A wonderful way to meet like-minded people while continuing to learn!

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  6. Oh, my husband is left handed. His father told him that being left handed is a sign of insanity.

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  7. I too belonged to a writing group when I first moved here and was sorry when it disbanded. I found it enormously mentally stimulating.

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  8. As you know from reading me, I have never been to a writing workshop.
    Actually I have done it once and was made to feel so awful I vowed I would never do it again. I am not a writer nor do I claim to be. So that lady could go suck lemons. I often wonder what I might do with my time should I ever have some. BTW, all left handed people I know are incredibly talented and artistic. So now you know I am not left handed.

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  9. From what I have observed you are both grown up and a poet.

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