writer's group

Today at writer's group Ming wrote an amazingly cute story about a goat with a broken horn.  A carpenter bee takes up residence there.

Strangely, my story had goats too, though the goats in mine were offstage.  I actually wrote some fiction, something I almost never do.  I felt like I was cobbling together bits of reality / my past / things I'd read elsewhere in a clumsy fashion.  And then I was worried it sounded like a romance novel.