Wednesday has passed, one of my favourite days of the week as it involves the Richmond Writers Center where for the last couple of weeks I have had the opportunity to read my story. Putting aside the useful comments received, there is nothing quite like reading out loud to a knowledgeable audience to reveal to me every flaw in my writing. My only previous experience of a writers' group was in Rozelle, Sydney. I expect that is is generally true that the sort of people you meet in such places and kind and generous in their comments and supportive. This time, however it was a competition day a tradition of the writers' circle for St Valentine's Day. Love poems and prose were the order of the day. Wanting to enter into the spirit of things, I resurrected a poem I wrote nearly half a century ago. This poem survived as it was written onto a blank page of a book still on my partner;s shelves. I had destroyed all my other poems and decided to write no others in about 1970. To be candid m reading the poem aloud as |I did this evening past made remember why I stopped writing them.

The Richmond Writers' circle can be found here: http://richmondwriterscircle.org/

The New South Wales Writers' Centre can be found here: http://www.nswwc.org.au/

The latter is situated in a lovely old Mansion in grounds that sweep down to Sydney Harbour. It was once the old psychiatric hospital. Strangely appropriate if you ask me.