I wrote two pieces for the writing group in the midst of my chaos. I reread both yesterday and was much surprised to find that they are pretty good. The non-fiction work is pretty cynical. I was embarrassed to discover that. Then again, I was pretty depressed when I wrote it.
I mentioned to one of the writing group that swims with me in the mornings that it was good tho cynical. Funny too.
“You are a funny lady,” she said.
That made me laugh.
Two family members recently lost jobs because of their cynicism. I really don’t want to foster any more enthusiasm for cynicism around here.
Then again, that piece is funny.