First Tuesdays, Two Flights of Stairs, and Nine New Friends

It began with my friend Facebooking me, "Honey Word Smith, what are you doing that Tuesday?"

To which I replied, "This right here!"

I knew very little about the event except that it was in one of my favorite spaces Wordhaven Bookhouse and I was invited. Despite holding firm to my no-buying-books rule, I was excited about returning to Word Haven.

Tuesday night we pull up to Word Haven and it's dark. , Immediately, turning to my friend, I ask "Did we get the date and time wrong?"

The answer appeared as people we didn't recognize started going into the second entrance to the building. We smiled at each other and grabbing my walker, proceeded to follow suit.

"I must love you and writing my friend" I assessed as my gaze traveled up two flights of stairs. Fortunately, I don't back down from challenges; my friend knows this.

Two flights of stairs and a winding hallway later we enter a room that has one side beckoning you to take center stage while the other side invites you to gather for conversation.

When I explain to the group that I began writing this blog as a way to figure out why I was not working on my memoir the room erupts in laughter. It was then I knew I had found safety. Now perhaps amid first Tuesdays, two flights of stairs, and nine new friends, I can write again.