Before I leave on Thursday, I'm supposed to make sure to get the latest installment of the short story I'm working on e-mailed off to my writing group so that V. can share it with the rest of the group in my absence. It's very nice to have a group of writers to spend time with. I have to write well to keep my reputation there as one of the sharpest cookies. (I think that metaphor's hopelessly mixed.) It's nice to have a grown-up envying my knack for writing something instant to fit a theme. Writing in an online journal, while good practice, does tend to make me lazy about honing my words, because I'm not going to get critiqued on being coherent.