The Linguistic Conspirators

Nobody liked it, but I think it's a cool name for a writing group.  I may be influenced by my current steampunk bent though.  There are all these secret groups and conspiracies where they come up with some ambiguous name, like The Beneficially Pragmatic Society for Women.

We met for the first time on Wednesday to plan and, after some shuffling of feet, we all admitted that none of us had any idea how to organize a writing group.  The only thing we had to go on was a vague concept of a group of people writing things.  We figured out our schedule a little better, and suggested other people who might be interested in joining us, but that was about it.

I might have to take charge if we're going to get this thing off the ground.  Normally I hate doing that, what with my fear of authority over others, but I'm really getting into the idea.  It would be fun to be part of a group of writers with mostly similar interests getting together and giving each other useful feedback.  Something better than 'I liked it,' at least.

I've been corresponding with Chelsea via email, and she commented yesterday that my emails frequently cracked her up.  Argh, if only I could just type everything I said in real life!  Words stream directly from my brain to my fingers, but god forbid that I try to send any of them to my mouth.  It always ends in massive traffic accidents and frantic detours that turn everything I say into the equvalent of  "duh..."