|(At the Common Man Restaurant in Ashland, New Hampshire)|
I left an amazing writers' group when we bought our home and packed up our lives for this new adventure -- somewhere in time, I'm still sitting at that table in the coffee-and-donut hut, hours before the meeting, headphones on, writing away and euphoric in anticipation of the arrival of my fellow comrades-in-pen. I had no idea what to expect when I began to interact with the scribes in my new community. Those in the Berlin Writers' Group who have become a second family are, quite simply, among the best.
When we held our first writers' party in our new home last May, members of both groups got to meet and read and break bread. Turns out, many of the gang from up here knew, through others, writers from down there, and fast friendships began to form. So quickly that, within months, North and South were attending one another's group meetings, retreats, and two more parties here. I always felt my new group was a sibling and offshoot to my southern community anyway, based upon the quite solid format laid out by founder and scribe, James Keough. Two fantastic groups. A wealth of riches.
|(With writer Karen Dent -- Karen is a former actress and once performed on|
my favorite soap, the late, great lamented One Life to Live)
|(Writers' groups -- plural)|