As you may know, CWC has not been able to meet since the beginning of December. An unexpected death and various snow storms have caused delays that turned into outright cancellations. We finally agreed on this Saturday, with a forecast for highs in the mid-50s and sunny skies. And then one of our group got news of another friend's death. It just seems like the Universe is trying to tell us something.
Ali received a much more positive message the other day. I've been getting some mixed signals myself.
This time we're sending a message back to the Universe: We're meeting. One of our number will be attending a funeral, and we'll have to figure out times to exchange submissions, critiques, etc. with her. And while our thoughts with be with Mary, her family and their friends, we're going to go ahead and do this thing.
Maybe the Universe is just nudging us (and with something that big, a nudge can feel like an earthquake) to see if we're really serious about this CWC thing. Because maybe if we're not, then we might not be serious about the writer thing. What the Universe needs to know, however, is just how bloody serious we are. So we're going to prove it.
Ever get the feeling that the Universe/events/gods/life was trying to tell you something? What did you do with the message?