I sit in the room with other writers. They are about to give feedback on the extract I presented from my manuscript. I swallow my pride and mounting nerves, and wait to hear the blows: give-up-now, and your-writing-is-terrible. This type of feedback never comes.
Instead, I am welcomed into a world of writers, engaging and encouraging. Constructive, quality feedback is given. I listen, because I want this. I want to be here. I want to be a published author. And they know the path to it.
My weekend is awesome.