Usually, I see the same folks, but occasionally, one or two of newbies have shown up, staking their spot in the mix. They come from all over. Some are rich, others poor, and then there are the ones somewhere in between. There’s at least one editor I know of, along with a few WWII vets. If I decided to investigate a little more, I’d probably find a Vietnam vet. Yep, vets are definitely part of this group. There are real estate agents, insurance agents, doctors, lawyers, nurses, judges, and I could go on and on.
They’ve given me snippets for stories, and they’ve even given me some of the names of my characters. One guy, I felt pretty sure, wouldn’t mind that I used his name in my second book. And there are a couple others who were Free Masons and they provided me with another idea for a character in my third book.
I typically don’t stay with them for too long, usually only about fifteen minutes or so, but not once have I ever left without some new thought or a solution to something in the story that opened up while I was running in their midst. I believe that this group doesn’t mind me being there, with them, even if for only fifteen minutes. I try to respect their privacy, and then…. I leave.