In the midst of that waiting and toying with my next story, I began to pay more attention to the email groups on ACFW. One author was coming to Atlanta, not far from me, to speak and do a book signing. She asked to meet any of the locals here. Most of the people on the group were obviously familiar with each other already - and most are published or have been in the writing field for some time in various ways.
I hedged around, pondering, feeling an un-like-me urge to go to this dinner. I said I'd go, got excited, wished for a reason to back out, and was upset when it almost didn't happen. Inside, there was a prodding in my spirit to be there. God was pushing me forward gently. And so I went.
It was a small gathering, perhaps 10-12 people, mostly women, two with a husand along. Some were published authors and some were book club members. And they were warm and welcoming and friendly and Godly. A few whose names escape me; I believe they were with the book club but I am honestly terrible at remembering names.
I met Alice Wisler, the author who was in town to speak about her new book on grief, Getting Out of Bed in the Morning. I am ready to get my own copy and already found some of her fiction books that look enticing!
And I chatted with the vivacious and welcoming Ane Mulligan who made sure I knew where to find the local group that meets once a week. It was then I wished my kids weren't in karate that night. I would absolutely love to go! Who knows, something might work out. Our God knows how to arrange anything on His heart. I'll leave it to Him.
I enjoyed every moment of my dinner.
(Except maybe the burger I ordered; someone else's meal looked better!)