I hosted my writer’s group yesterday afternoon. We had food and got current with each other’s life journey. I read half of chapter one to the group, and got good reactions. They reacted with spontaneous laughter in the tense moments where I provided what I hoped would be comic relief. They flinched during other tense moments. They understood the scene, but not with the clarity I think I need. I was pleased. Their feedback was positive, and also highlighted areas where work is needed. I will note those areas, but I am still leaving this draft alone for now. I think I can start admitting to other people that I am writing a book. I’ve told very few people.