My dear friend, who wrote under the name Janet Quinn died recently, suddenly in late October. I still can’t believe she’s gone. We met once a month for years, and then, after my illness, we switched to once every other month, at the El Torito in her town for our writer’s meeting. We’d have lunch and review our writing progress, talk about the industry, discuss new writing. She was sweet, good-humored, and a prolific writer. Her latest book in progress was a parallel universe story. She thought of it years ago, and we talked about it. This year she started writing it. Our September meeting was the last time I saw her, and we were scheduled to meet again this month. I wish I’d had one more chance to see her. I’m going to miss her.