Last night. Though I've been thinking about it for weeks. Going in, I cherished the idea that in a local group relationships would be formed and ideas exchanged warmly and freely. I thought we would go deeper than we can in the Workshop here, and I could get an immediate response to my questions about my work. But that's not how it was, and perhaps could not be. Anyway, I quit. It wasn't just the time commitment factor (which is all I mentioned in my email to the group), though that was big. Or that I never really fit in socially with the others in the group, or that the others all write YA and I don't. It wasn't just my discomfort with how the moderator was running the sessions, or the fact that she and I were on different wavelengths as to the format she was using--- each critiquer taking turns or all piling in for a free-wheeling discussion? (That misunderstanding got awkward, the last meeting I went to.) It wasn't even my frustration at having the others try to remold my storyline and my characters to fit what they thought they should be. Though that weighed in hugely, too. It was mostly that I was turning into That Writer, and I didn't like myself. You know, the author whose lizard brain goes wild when her writing is attacked and who finds it impossible to say "thank you" for critique that seems to have no relation to what she's trying to get down on paper. I like to think I held back from actually defending my work, that all I ever said in response was to explain what I was going for in the story and ask them to help me apply their comments to that. But even that I could never do gracefully or well. My mind would go blank, the adrenaline would surge, and while I might manage a terse "I see," what I was seeing was anybody's guess. So I removed myself. Maybe someday, when I'm getting more than two hours of sleep a night . . . but for now, the Workshop on this forum and remote beta readers may be the best ways for me to get feedback for my writing. Dealing with criticism on paper or on a computer screen keeps me objective. Not so much, face to face. So how have you known it was time to bail?