Like any relationship, writer’s groups don’t always work out. It’s no one’s fault. Sometimes the relationship stops working. Five years ago, I started meeting with a great group of women all at the beginning of a project. In that time, one woman dropped out early on to pursue her culinary pursuits, one published her mystery as an ebook, one muscled through multiple drafts and has a finished manuscript, one has written some great pieces, and I wrote two books. We carried on through thick and thin. Until this week.

I’m sad but it was the best thing to do. I will miss them.