I miss the ladies and the men.
I miss the time we spent together sharing our stories — real and make believe.
I miss the quick write sessions at the end of the meetings that could be serious or hilarious.
I miss the projects that bound us and our work together in books.
I miss the Creative Writers Groups of Del Rio.
I knew when we left Texas in July that this group could not be replaced — from the poets to the memoir and fiction writers. They were my friends.
I hope to find a group similar to the writing gang that still meets weekly at a very busy library on the Texas border. I haven't found it yet, but I will keep trying.
I keep writing, because one day I will share again with them my work.