Eve was excited to share her work no matter how novice it was with the Writers Circle she had recently been inducted as a member of and she looked forward to great feedback and not belittling snobbish comments. The Circle was composed of writers, editors, and many other pen ghazis. Thus, she felt like she would gain from the experience of such colleagues.
Her first chapter meeting started and old and new business was opened, discussed, and/or tabled. When it came time to announce the recent achievements of the Circle, many writers were either still polishing their work-in-progress, trying to find ways to sell more books or trying to find a traditional publisher in order to be taken seriously.
On the verge of chapter closing, since the President didn't mention her work like she hoped, Eve made a motion to share her work. She was immediately shut down with dirty looks and haughty snorts. She sunk in her chair enraged, crossing both her arms on her chest while pouting.
The words "I move to adjourn the meeting" by a member were fading away from her hearing and all Eve was hearing was, "We aren't talking about your rubbish self-published stuff. That's not writing. It's typing. Get in line sister! We were here first."
Many un-lady like curses run through her head that she wanted to utter but she vowed to leave the group and never return. "I don't need the negativity, I can bloom in a much better environment," she said to herself and left the meeting head high and optimistic. Tomorrow is not guaranteed but I have already left my mark alhamdullilah. It will benefit the needy insha'Allah.
©Papatia Feauxzar 2016