
Tears welled in my eyes as I walked to my car after the writers’ critique group this past week. We made writer’s small talk as we laughed. Finally, I had broken away. I hoped my mask didn’t slip too much. Continue reading “The Critique”
Tears welled in my eyes as I walked to my car after the writers’ critique group this past week. We made writer’s small talk as we laughed. Finally, I had broken away. I hoped my mask didn’t slip too much. Continue reading “The Critique”