All of you who live in the northern U.S., Canada, or other frozen climes, read no further. I spend six months of the year, every year, in Mexico, so I was delighted to discover a writers’ group only a ten-minute drive from my house. Amazingly, because this is a small town, there are about fifteen of us, with a wide range of experience in the writing field, including two editors. We meet once a week in the air conditioned VIP lounge of the Marina and sit in comfortable armchairs or sofas. Our view through the bougainvillea-framed windows is of the boats – from little fishing craft and floating palaces. Could anything be more perfect? I am in heaven.