Today is my last day as president of The Short Mystery Fiction Society, a discussion list more than a thousand members strong, with twelve years of history when I took office.
I went in knowing what a task it would be to facilitate discussion and move the discourse forward. A handful of members understandably wondered how I planned to do this. I tried to explain, but ultimately I would do it by carrying out the office to the best of my ability.
Leading up to the elections earlier this month, a handful of members asked me to run again. I declined, in part because I believe the true test of how I held office will take place when I leave.