There is no collective noun for a group of writers, however, Quill Cafe on Blogspot has some fun ones; “Absurdity of Writers” is the obvious choice for a writing marathon at Mark Twain’s Hartford home. I sat in his library, pencil in hand, journal open, for three hours.
I'm a Chicago-born baby raised in Connecticut with a two-year diversion in Beirut, Lebanon. As an adult, I'm a nomad having lived in New York; Connecticut; London, England; (back to) Connecticut; Ohio; and now Florida. I have traveled by foot, by bike, by air, by car, by motorcycle, by boat, and by train. I remain constantly curious about the world.