Welcome back to both readers and writers. It’s hard for me to sit at a desk and write in the fantastic weather we’ve been having. I mean clear skies, temperatures in the mid-seventies, and no rain for days. Who could ask for more? I wished for rain on Saturday, but I’m not a rainmaker. All I got were a few clouds and one clap of thunder. I couldn’t force myself to go inside and sit in front of a computer. So, I took my laptop out in the backyard, and… Here’s the result.
Eleven stalwart writers made it to the meeting this Wednesday. We enjoyed seeing everyone. Bob Sutherland stopped by, and although he couldn’t stay for the whole meeting, we were glad he could make it, even for a brief visit this evening.
Ernie Ovitz led off the reading portion of the meeting with the latest chapter of his new work of fiction, a story with the working title Ghost. Lee Sardino is the CEO of a successful hedge fund in Colorado. He is also the nephew of, and heir apparent of, the aging Mafia Don, who oversees operations for nearly one-third of the U.S. When Treasury Agent Rossi visits Lee’s office, questions must be answered. And what’s up with Lee’s wife? What does she do? I mean, she works for the government. They pay her way too much to be a clerk. She must be something else???
When Bruce Haedrich takes the floor, we usually expect an essay about the environment or a mystery story not unlike his Dan Marin detective adventures. Of course, it might be poetry or sci-fi… wait a minute. We don’t know what to expect when Bruce starts reading. So, imagine a nerd who works with you suddenly showing up dressed to the nines instead of his regular sweatshirt and blue jeans and talking about his gorgeous new girlfriend, Nadia. In his latest story, Bruce has imagined just that. In Nadia Costea, a nerd invites a friend from work for a BBQ at his new uptown apartment. Upon arrival, the friend and his girlfriend meet a stunning young woman with all the correct answers and exquisite taste in wardrobe, who just happens to be a gourmet chef. Is this too good to be true?
Don Westerfield is our Senior Poet in Residence. As he read the first of two poems, Watermelon Man, we had no idea how close he was to his subject. Telling of the clanging bell announcing the arrival of a pushcart filled with watermelons, you could almost hear the lilting voice of the watermelon man singing his song to attract buyers.
Watermelons, watermelons,
sweet and juicy, chew the rind
drink the juice, watermelons.
Little did we know the watermelon man was really Don’s father. Don’s second reading, The Man With The Wooden Eye, tells the story of a man who enjoyed life as his travels took him near and far. Though he couldn’t see it, he lit up the world around him. He was courageous and tolerant as he wore his wooden eye.
An airport baggage claim area often holds a surprise for those who watch people. Today, a disheveled man carrying a bouquet of roses catches the writer’s eye. Danny Spurlock brings us the story of Po’ Girl. Weave in a flat tire, a delayed flight, ten red roses, and a mother whose oft-used expression gave her daughter a nickname and the title of this tale. Why only ten roses? Danny knows. Will he share it with us?
You’ve heard the expression, “a face only a mother could love,” right? Well, Nancy Old knows all too well what that means. Her mother took one look at the infant, Nancy, and when she saw an excess amount of hair around the baby’s ears, she freaked out. “Oh, that poor little thing, her mother must be devasted!” she said. It was only then that she realized it was her baby. Nancy relates this story in her memoir and entitles this chapter, The Ugly Baby.
Soldiers, the men and women who protect our country, are called upon in case of strife and must make sacrifices to do their duty. They are thrust into danger, often suffering extreme hardships, mentally and physically, sometimes the ultimate sacrifice. Soldiers are asked to go where needed while leaving loved ones behind. James Kelly knows this all too well. Chapter 2, entitled The Girl Left Behind, explores the feelings of both the soldier going off to war and the lover who remains. Jim does an excellent job as he writes this scene from two perspectives. As Johnathon prepares to go, he ponders telling Lizzie how he feels about her by expressing his love in words. At the same time, Lizzie longs to hear the words describing his feelings for her. Does Johnathon speak? Does Lizzie ask?
Well, it’s time to say goodbye for another fortnight. Why don’t you join us one of these Wednesday evenings? It might be fun, and it could awaken the Muse in you. But until then, READ, Read, read, and KEEP ON WRITING.