Chicks with Bics, RIP

A few days ago, I started a meetup group for writers frantically searching for those who wanted feedback and support on a faster level - sending more pages, breaking up into smaller groups, etc. I searched for a group similar to the one I was looking for in Portland and found nothing... Until I paid the money and committed for 6 months, then I found and established group that was exactly what I was looking for and here in Portland, no less. And then somebody I met at a conference called me up to join hers.

I guess setting intention really does count, but this really makes me miss the Chicks with Bics. I knew we had something special when we had it - how could I not with red wine, chocolate strawberry pizza, and laughter. Not to mention all the support. I know I wouldn't have gotten that collection of stories done had it not been for Judy and Alicia, I just didn't know it would be so difficult to get that again. I would be amazed if such a great fit happened with a random call over the internet. Why can't good things last forever?

Sigh...