When my friend Nancy brought four aspiring writers together, she said we needed a name.Every successful writers' group has one, she insisted.But we hadn't a single good idea.So, namelessly, we met each month, Nancy watching the clock, keeping us on point, giving tough but incisive comments.We thrived until esophageal cancer stole her just one year later.
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