Solution

All right. I have turned the problem of not having a circle of writers or a writers group over and over in my mind.  During my walkies on Saturday (because, yes, I have to walk myself.  No one else will do it.), I had this stroke of genius strike me as I strolled passed newly shorn trees (I am still bitter about the lovely, terribly old birch trees the condo associated decided to sacrifice on the altar of the manager's boyfriend).  I could buy two or three volleyballs and paint faces on them.  They could be my writers group.

I have enough voices in my head.  It just might work.  What do you think, web spiders that browse my site?  My Also... post has received the most views to date.  Eleven.  I'm on my way now.