For almost three years an amazing thing has been happening – I’ve been blogging.
And I love my blog, I really do.
I write, you read, it’s amazing.
Amazing and but for fifty years I could have been one of the women in the book:
Struggling to find time to hand write stories to bring to their friends to read and critique while surrounded by their collective children.
Typing copies up to be mailed in to magazines and editors just to get someone other than their best friends to read what they have to say.
And here I lay in my bed, no doubt killing my neck with my horrible posture, clicking away at my keyboard and then with the push of a button and the magic of the internet – there it is for anyone to read.
Would I recommend it? Yes. This book is, of course, about so much more than a group of writing women. And while there are many, books about a group of friends going through life together the voice of the main character really struck a cord with me this time.
I am curious to know if you’ve read it if you felt the same. Was it really a good read or did it just speak to me?