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A Renewal

 


Welcome to the revived and revamped blog originally called Quincy Writers Group. The new blog is called Reading, Writing and Arithmetic Club. We are readers and writers and people who have a fascination with numbers and images (although this isn't required to be a part of the group). We want to read good books and get together to discuss them. We also want to write essays, poems and just about anything. Some of us love numbers and like to write code to generate pictures and maybe write about that too!

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  2. This is good news. Writing can be a lonely endeavor.

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    1. Lonely indeed, especially if the writing is never shared with anyone. There's an Iranian-American poet (I've forgotten his name, but I like his work) who said in an interview that if the writing is not somehow shared, it's just ink on paper.

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