More Cheesecake

Last night we laughed and laughed and then laughed some more. There were six of us at Tiapos, because Mississippi Motorhead was available, though Mush was not. Somehow, everything was funny, and everyone's stories had something to do with the last one and the next one. Bombshell brought her new books and we got to run our hands all over them and feel them in our fingers. Pickle brought mascarpone/vanilla bean tart and Jeez Louise that was good stuff. Plot and Domin-Nik were in agreement all night. Large Pants wrote about marriage, sort of, in a way, you know, not.

You hear stories about how writers groups ostracize and terrify their members. Tiapos doesn't terrify anybody, though you do have to take chances when you write stories and read them out loud. Most of the time, somebody finds something nice to say about what you've written, and then it's time to eat more cheesecake.