When Patsy Ann Taylor left this world on Tuesday, October 10th, my critique group lost a dear friend and colleague.
Patsy and I met about 15 years ago in a creative writing class, so I already knew of her work when I ran into her at a grocery store one day. Patsy was not shy. She walked right up to me and reintroduced herself. In her pleasant and polite way, she told me that she admired my work and asked if I would be interested in joining her critique group. I hadn’t thought about writing for a while. My life seemed busy enough. But, in the middle of explaining how I wouldn’t have time, I became aware of how unfulfilled I had been feeling. Writing could fill the void. She told me to think it over and let her know.
I joined the circle of six writers. Over time, the members have changed, but Patsy and I remained pals. Because of her support over the years and her ability to critique my work in a kind and considerate way, my writing has improved. Patsy always encouraged me to keep writing, and I am convinced I am happiest when I do.
I’m so grateful Patsy was able to share her comments after reviewing my book, Light the Way. Mine was the last project she critiqued before she became too ill, and died of cancer at the age of 82. She was a wonderful writer of middle grade fiction, and adult short stories and poetry. She published much of her work.
(Last week I received the proof for my book and only a few alterations will be made before it is ready to be produced. More news on this later.)