Big thank you to Dorothy who baked us delicious cookies. Dorothy definitely is a keeper. And she is always welcome to join us. Clare told us that they met at a pork roast. Boy, are we every lucky Clare met Dorothy.
was gracious and gave us an informative talk on blogging. Here are a few of the many points that Julie shared with us.
- Blog about something that interests you or what you converse about over coffee
- Use your blog as an online personal journal
- Best to post two or three times a week
- You're invisible if you're not online - a writer needs to be visible
- Email Julie if you have any questions - firstname.lastname@example.org
I will email info regarding this.
Judy read a piece called Ask Mathew. He suggested that she start a Blog Conversations with Mathew or Ask Mathew. We can't wait to read it.
Sonja received constructive help re her short story.
Clare read Father Roderick and the Bikers. We can't wait to read it in his column.
We spent most of our meeting time discussing blogs, making constructive comments and discussing writing in general so we have homework should you choose to accept it and we're hoping that you say Yes!
Pick one of Judy's prompts, write for 15 minutes, edit if you wish, and post it on our blog.
- Stephen King says in his book On Writing, that he has created for himself a "far seeking place" where he goes to receive 'telepathic messages." His is in his basement. Where is yours? Describe it. If it's a state of mind rather than a place, how do you get into it?
- Describe your most terrifying experience in a car.
- In his book On Writing, Stephen King writes (in response to an incident where a teacher called a story he wrote trash): "I think I was forty before I realized that almost every writer of fiction and poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent. If you write (paint, dance, sculpt, or sing) I suppose someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that's all."
Can you remember a time as a child or young adult when someone rained on your parade?
- She grabbed the screw driver, which lay on the kitchen counter, and lunged at . . .
- She could feel her face flushing and her heart rate accelerating, every time he placed his "hungry man"
frozen dinners on the conveyor belt in her check-out line.
- It happened the summer Margaret moved into the attic.
- The ring of keys hanging from his belt jangled with each step he took.
- The door had neither key hole, or door knob.
- That morning we had a mother but by suppertime we didn't.
- An old rusty key fell from the shelf.
- Or make up your own line or whatever you want to write about . . .