Company of Writers

There were six people crammed into a booth in the darkest corner of a brightly lit pizza place off a busy street. There were two novels and an essay.

"Welcome to the writer's group," the waitress said. She's served these folks for five years and has a feel for their rhythm. Maybe she has a manuscript in the basement, too.

It didn't take long to feel at home. These are men and women who talk about transitions and character motivations and commas; who admit their dread of starting the next chapter; who spend much of their time with people who don't exist.

Except that they do exist. They live on the page, and they lived for us last night.

It was good to be in the company of writers.