How did 'I' fall into a writing class...?

Well, I saw a notice posted on a notice board of a little rural country post office, "Students wanted for a new Writing Group." And I thought, "My client would like that!" So I suggested it to him (he writes his own lyrics and composes his own music and then records once a fortnight in a recording studio).

One week later, there we were standing outside this old scrubbed pine wardrobe with an aged tea stained coloured porcelain knob, then I took hold of the well worn knob and eased the creaking portal open and 'in' we climbed, and as we pushed the suits hanging inside away like discarded cobwebs and the darkness cleared, we found that it was not Narnia that we had discovered, but rather had entered the 'writing class...' He went, he saw, and he liked!

Hey, I'm there just as support and guidance, but anyone who 'knows' me, realises that I'm not always the best of spectators, I like 'to do' and enter into the spirit of things. So now, I seem to be enrolled 'by default' into this writing group...eeeek! and I've homework to do too!!! Now 'how' did 'all this' happen?

Here is a statue (near where my mother lives) of the famous writer C.S.Lewis, who happens to be an Old Boy of my former school. I wonder if any of his greatness will rub off on little ol' me?!