After a four-week holiday hiatus, the BNC Writers will meet again tonight. I’m looking forward to it. I need the fellowship of other writers. I have been much engaged with writers during this time, but on-line. I have come to know a couple of them well. And I joined and became active in the on-line counterpart to Ozark Writers League, though I’ve never been to a real life meeting of theirs. Maybe I’ll make one in 2012.

There’s nothing like a meeting of writers to get the creative juices flowing. I always come home from them thinking how great it would be not to have to eat or sleep, but rather just go to the computer and type new works, edit draft ones, publish completed ones, market published ones. Even research is an enjoyable task, with heightened interest after meeting with writers.

We are likely to be a small group tonight. I know of two regulars who can’t come. I haven’t heard anything from the other three regulars, so don’t know if they will be there or not. I also hope to have one new member there tonight. She’s on our mailing list, and would have been there last meeting except for missing the meeting announcement and learning about the meeting too late to attend.

Tonight we will have somewhere between 1 and 5 people there, I think, with three being most likely. That will be enough for meaningful fellowship and for critiques. If it’s just one—meaning me—I’ll be disappointed, I confess. I’ll stay till almost 7:00 PM and work on my next Buildipedia article in manuscript form, then head to the house. It will be an empty house since I am batching it again, my beloved having made the trip west to help out with the grandkids.

So, in an hour it will be off to the unknown fellowship, with a stop on the way at the Bentonville Public Library to see if I can find Documenting America in the electronic card catalogue and on the shelf, or perhaps checked out. Whatever happens, it will be a good evening.