CAA - Writing Circle

I knew it was too good to be true. Perry was unpacking and laying out her metaphors and similes all over Margaret's living room. Judith's understated hyperbole and partisan punctuation had long taken up residence. Cathy was bountifully blogging in the dining room. The words were so unruly the cat came out to ponder alternative habitation. And what does Margaret do but bring in Sandra, a retired principal, to bring order to the cacaphonous chaos of our writer's circle. I came expecting a strap but not even a pronoun was barebottomed by this woman who instead went African on us. Margaret was beside herself. "You'd better write something this week," she told herself. "You'd better write something, or else." Meanwhile my character had bludgeoned another to death and I'm still no closer to becoming a romance writer.