The other day I went to my writers’ group meeting, as I do almost every week. Lots of good writers there, with good ideas, encouragement, and support for each other. Also laughter about the absurdities of our profession. I’m a big fan of writers’ groups, because as we all know, writing can be lonely at times. Isolating even. It’s good to be with people of like mind and similar issues.
On this particular day I came a little early and there were only four other members of the group sitting around the table. They were deep in discussion when I arrived. Serious involved expressions on their faces, interspersed with loud barks of laughter and snorts. Even some hand waving. I tried to catch a clue as to what they were so animated about, but for at least ten minutes I was totally at a loss.
“I’m tired of catching rabbits, I should trade.”
“Are you saving your evolving?”
“You should always wait for your eggs to hatch, you’ll get double.”
“OMG there’s a wheedle!”
“Rat attacks …”
The light suddenly went on when one of them said, “Pokemon Go is the best exercise ever. I figure in a year’s time the world will be filled with thin geeks with muscular bodies.”
My writers’ group has been hijacked by Pokemon Go! Sigh. Perhaps this is an escape from today’s political trauma drama. I hope both go away soon. I need to get back to the real world inside my head.