Schedule and Location

Our group meets on the first and third Wednesday of each month at the Nokomis Fire Station. From Sarasota or North, proceed a few blocks south of Albee Road on US 41 (past Matthews-Currie Ford) to Pavonia Road. Turn right (West, toward the bay) at the Fire Station's flashing yellow caution traffic light. From the south on US 41, we are two blocks north of Dona Bay. Turn left onto Pavonia Road at the flashing yellow caution light. At the Fire Station, drive to the fire hall's far end or west side; PLEASE DO NOT BLOCK THE FIRE DEPARTMENT DOORS! We gather in the training room at the far end of the complex for a meet and greet at 6:00 pm but call the Meeting to order at 6:30 pm and take a Ten-minute break at around 7:50 pm. Meeting Adjourns: 9:00 pm

Thursday, December 31, 2020

New Year Wishes


This year has been trying, to say the least. I'm sure most of us look forward to the new year, 2021, with high hopes of better times. There were a few good things that came from all the ills of 2020. These can be counted by the individual. Some of us suffered from illness, stress, and frustration with issues beyond our control. Others stayed status quo, observers intent on seeing what came to pass. Some used the time to be more productive while in quarantine or isolation they set forth on a quest to produce something of value and interest to themselves and others. 

 What you did in 2020 is your business. What was right for one is not always right for all. We are engaged in a political firestorm, no matter which side you choose, some will disagree and some will agree, there's even some who's apathy toward the occurrences in the world will cause other concern. 

I do not judge. I do not force my beliefs or opinions on others. On occasion, I may express my views, but do not expect others to see the world the same way I do. For whatever you may think, I'm glad we live in a society that allows us to have the freedom to do all that we do.

As writers we can express ourselves in many forms. I choose to use the printed word, or electronic print media, to express myself. I do it through fiction. But, it is not fictional as I wish all of you, HAPPY NEW YEAR!  

I'm attaching an email, some of you may have received from Bruce Haedrich. I hope you enjoy.

 

Happy New Year everyone!

As the year closes I'd like to thank you all for the messages, notes, articles, musings, and thoughts you sent my way in 2020. All of it lightened up my email box and I learned a lot. This is such a wonderful way to stay in touch despite being physically separated.

Although we've been through quite a bit this year, from a historical perspective, it is not nearly as grave as many of us have lived through already. Think of the destruction wrought by two World Wars separated by a cataclysmic drought and world Depression. I'm reading the book, Republic of Wrath, by James Morone which tells the often violent history of the U.S. from Washington to Trump. Our politics has always been rough and today's divides are nothing new. We've had politicized Supreme Courts, murdered politicians, graft, ballot stuffing, and race-based anarchy from before the Civil War.

Unfortunately, much of what is going on was predicted in my novel The Fifth Generation War. I am working on the third book of the trilogy. Since my characters are in control of events I'm wondering how it all turns out myself.

In 1859, one year before America's Civil War began, Charles Dickens published A Tale of Two Cities. In it is one of the most famous opening lines in literature, it goes:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Despite our caustic politics, COVID pandemic, the virtual world of lies and deceit, and the difficulty of separating fact from fiction, in many ways we are also living in the best of times. For my second book of essays, flash fiction, and short stories I wrote the following poem. It captures my thoughts about everyday life.

In the meantime, Happy New Year to you all! See you next year! Bruce


            Wondering
 
         Bruce Haedrich
 
Every morning when I awake
I’m hit out of the blue,
With lucky stars all around me
In every shade and hue
 
For instance the first thing I do
Is take a little pill
It keeps leukemia at bay
Now those cells cannot kill
 
Fifteen short years ago people
Did not have that option
But now a small pill can save lives
And I’m a lucky one
 
I have breakfast of toast and eggs
Or sometimes cheese and fruit
My choices are unlimited
This you cannot refute
 
It is because supermarkets
Would make King Midas blush
A cornucopia of goods
Each day is there for us
 
Next I am off to pickleball
A fast-paced racket sport
I’m thankful I can play a game
And run around a court
 
During my shower I wonder
If people ever think
Where does this clear water come from?
It’s good enough to drink.
 
The truth is two billion people
Have no running water
So I don’t take it for granted
I’m thankful, as it were.
 
Then I sit at my desk to write
Stories of saints and crooks
I love it here among my friends
Who roam around these books
 
My wife wants to go out to eat
And so I go with her
We end up at Captain Eddie’s
Where I order flounder
 
And as we wait I wonder how
This fish has come to me
Is there an unending supply,
Of flounder in the sea?
 
After our lunch then we go to 
One of those big box stores
Again I’m flabbergasted by
The goods within those doors
 
Now most of it is Chinese made
And bought with a credit
If we’re not paid to make this stuff
How can we afford it?
 
But one thing’s so vast that I can’t
Comprehend it at all
Is our place in the universe,
And that the earth’s so small
 
Our sun and our fellow planets
Are hurdling through space
And yet they all, plus all those moons
Stay in their proper place
 
Without this fine arrangement we
Would not be here at all
We would not have the warming sun
Or life-giving rainfall
 
We’d not have any complex cells
Which all living things must
Have in abundance or we would
Never been more than dust
 
This all comes to us by design
From when all-time began
So yes, there is a deity
Who has a master plan.

Thursday, November 19, 2020

November 18, 2020; Wednesday afternoon,

Lemon Bay sparkles with the sun’s reflections. There was a breeze, and six writers sat under the pavilion along the shore. For the six able to attend, it was great to see each other again after a long year.

 

We almost didn’t connect, as the park is large enough and we missed each other at first. Linda Ovitz saved the day when she spied Peter Frickel and Dennis Cathcart. She told them Jim Kelly (of Venice) and Ernie Ovitz had claimed a table under a waterfront pavilion. Scott Anderson and Ann Moore soon joined us. Our group’s meeting leader, Rod DiGruttolo, couldn’t be here as he’s under the weather with a cold. We all hope he’s feeling better soon. We enjoyed an informal chat before getting down to our readings and discussion.

 

Jim Kelly arrived first and had the honors to read first. Jim began the saga with a historical novel based on the life of the Civil War Union General Winfield Scott Hancock. It continues following one of Hancock’s officers and his son. Their experiences during America’s westward expansion deals with the clash between white settlers and the native people. It’s a work-in-progress, and he is seeking to portray both points of view. From the native perspective, the land was and is sacred. For the whites, it was something to be seized, possessed, and exploited. To better frame his story, he revised his working title, calling it “The Sacred Land.” Today, he read his book’s introduction to the group. In the lively discussion which followed, Jim was challenged with how we faithfully portray a point-of-view from the culture and people, not our own. There was no clear answer, other than the old stand-by: research, empathy, imagination, and seeking the advice, if possible, from someone in those other shoes, or moccasins in this case.

 

Peter Frickel shared his observations on the simple act of entering a door. He noted the multitude of random thoughts and observations which might come to mind as we approach and enter a place: the people we see, the impressions and memories they trigger, prejudices, passion, and dismissals. What of things that happened long ago, or something immediate that catches the eye; things that fill the senses. He challenges us to fill our page. Peter read two pieces: The first, he titled, A Monk in Greece. It began, “He could never have imagined her ...” She was a mermaid. His companions found him on the rocks by the sea and deemed him a sainted man. Next came the Vixen Pub, a lost letter found, and remembered horrors of the Great War. Peter has so many beautiful stories; we look forward to hearing more.

 

Scott Anderson shared the news of the pending publication of his butterfly research in Sarasota County. The leading professional journal has agreed to publish his work as an 85-page book distributed to all its subscribers. Scott remarked on the fantastic access he has gained to professors world-wide due to his research and how he’s had the opportunity through Zoom to connect with them. Scott read the introduction to his book. Therein lie memories of childhood summers, boyhood games, and chasing butterflies. Well done, Scott.

 

Scott also shared a tip for those of us contemplating using maps in our work, recommending My Maps by Google. He encourages those interested to check out the free-use provisions of the service. It allows for free use in publications provided the proper attributions are made (be sure and verify for yourself–read their rules!) Congratulations, Scott.

 

Ann Moore shared the news of her new project. It is ambitious and has been her dream for many years. Her goal: Write about the lives of seventy women around the world in their seventieth year. She plans to travel and hopes to meet, share, and look for those universal things they have in common. She gained the support of a group that encourages her to proceed and offers her help with the project.

 

Dennis Cathcart’s memoir is with an editor, but he continues to research, reflect, and test his memory. In doing so, he has found changes he plans to make. He shared his recollections and his follow-up concerning a friend and colorful companion in his past adventures. Dennis relates exciting stories of his experiences in building a business of locating, harvesting, and selling exotic animals, reptiles, and plants. His adventures include being stranded on a desert island. Today he shared his desire to check and verify, if possible, his recollections of a deceased military friend. He finally found a lead, who connected him to the man’s son. His persistence, and a little luck, resulted in new information about his friend requiring a revision of the sequence of events they experienced together.

 

As a wrap-up, Ernie Ovitz read a re-write to a scene in a four-year-old novel manuscript. His first in a novel trilogy on the life of the Roman Emperor, Constantine the Great. He read an excerpt from the scene as written four years ago, and the re-write now. He received some kind comments from his fellow group members.

 

The vote was unanimous; let’s do this again, same time, same place, third Wednesday of January 2021, (the 20th,).  The group will continue with a Zoom meeting on Wednesday, December 2nd at 6:30 PM. Due to the Christmas holiday, there will be only one meeting in December.

 

January 6th,  will be our first Wednesday evening Zoom meeting of 2021. We will meet on the afternoon of the 20th, in the park on Lemon Bay. Have a great and safe holiday season, and keep on writing.

 

For the group, Ernie Ovitz

 

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

ZOOM Meeting

 Okay, we're going to give this another go.


I've rescheduled another meeting on Zoom for tomorrow evening, 6:30 PM. 


If you haven't gotten an invitation, send an email to rodshs62@hotmail.com and I'll add you to the list and send an invite your way.


Thanks, and Keep On Writing.

Sunday, October 11, 2020

INTERNET FAILURE

 Computers: aren’t they wonderful?

As a writer, I rely on my computer daily. Word processing is a significant part of my life. I tap away on the keyboard for hours almost every day. I’ve installed programs that allow me access to worlds I’ve not been privileged to see. I’ve been at the signing of the Magna Carta, the Constitution of the United States, and witnessed the destruction of historical empires on the screen sitting at my desk. Many virtual scenes in history are not available in picture form, only in words penned by authors. 

While all translations of the authors’ works are less than 100% accurate, an astute reader can check out more than one account and make decisions independently.

With all that greatness, these machines can be a pain in the a… I mean, like the other night, when I was scheduled to host a ZOOM meeting. Five minutes before going live, my internet failed. I don’t know what happened; some of it may have been human error. BUT; I couldn’t make that machine work. I begged, pleaded, pushed buttons, smacked it up alongside its power switch, and resorted to prayer at least twice. None of that worked. A message on the screen kept on telling me, “YOU ARE NOT CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET.” No kidding. 

I’m sorry. Three hours later, the darn thing went “BING,” and the internet worked just fine. My JUNK MAIL folder was full. Oh well, the best-laid plans…

I’m looking at my schedule; I see the third Wednesday of this month, October 21st, is available. I will reschedule our meeting for then. Here’s hoping the electronic elves are working that night at my house. Oh, by the way. I live in a community where there’s only one option for internet providers unless I contract something special. I can’t afford that, so I guess I’m stuck. See you on the 21st.

Until then, KEEP ON WRITING.


Thursday, October 01, 2020

Elizabeth had joined us in our meetings several times. Always informative and in the know about writing and publishing.  

Please join us when mystery author Elizabeth Sims virtually visits Ringling College of Art and Design on Tuesday, Oct 6 @ 7pm
Visiting Writers Forum

An Author Reading & Conversation Series

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Elizabeth Sims
Tuesday, Oct 6
7:00 - 8:15 pm
via ZOOM
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Elizabeth Sims is an American writer, journalist, and contributing editor at Writer's Digest magazine. She is a former correspondent for the Sarasota Herald-Tribune and author of two series of crime novels, including her Rita Farmer Mystery Series, originally published by St. Martin's Press Minotaur, and the Lillian Byrd Crime Series, originally published by Alyson Books. She serves as a coach and mentor for new and aspiring writers and offers keynote speeches and presents workshops at writer's conferences around North America.

http://elizabethsims.com/
    
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If others are interested in attending, have them send a request to creativewriting@ringling.edu. We can more than likely accommodate them.

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Stories Influenced by Covid-19

The following was sent to us for the blog by Joe Giorgianni. We hope you enjoy a short, but humorous look at our world today.


 Mask-wearing 101

Joe Giorgianni

Recently I was in a market selecting things that I would prepare for dinner.  While there, I couldn’t help but notice how many people were not wearing a mask when all the science and medical gurus say we should be wearing one.  Thoughts went through my mind about the pros and cons of mask-wearing. Some of which I would like to mention in this missive. 

Permit me to first share a few thoughts on the benefits of mask-wearing, besides the obvious.  First, mask-wearing is a good reason to stay away from people you don’t like being around in the first place.  We all have them, so take advantage of this.  No excuse is needed for your distance.  Second, a mask allows a person to eat all the garlic they want and not offend anyone, except themselves. Also, mask-wearing by others keeps you from looking at ugly people.  The thought just occurred to me that I never thought in a million years that I would walk into a bank wearing a mask and ask for money.  

Now then, permit me to expand on the obvious and scientific reasons for mask-wearing during these critical times, including making an effort to stop the spread of this dastardly outbreak.  The scientists, such as Dr. Anthony Fauci et al., who preach to be apolitical, have expounded endlessly on the benefits of wearing a mask.  However, there are those who insist they have good reasons for non-compliance, many of which ring hollow.  Permit me to list just a few, be they lame or justified.

1.    Wearing a mask is uncomfortable. (Not, however, as uncomfortable as being on a ventilator unable to breathe on your own.)

2.    Mask-wearing is claustrophobic.  

3.    Covid-19 is a hoax and not as bad as made out to be. (Tell this to the more than 204,000 who have died from Corona Virus) 

4.    It restricts my breathing, (This was debunked by a physician,  who, while wearing a mask, ran twenty-two miles with no ill effects.)

5.    The mask will cause carbon dioxide poisoning. 

6.    It’s not masculine

7.    Prevents good communication. (okay… on this one, I have to agree.  Being hearing impaired, I do find it difficult to sometimes 

Frankly, and in my opinion, none of the above reasons for NOT wearing a mask in no way debunks the science FOR wearing one.  So, if we might ever meet up again when this crisis is over, or even if it isn’t over, please be considerate of me as well as others with whom you come into contact.  And I almost forget…please speak loudly.  Sometimes my ears don’t work so good.  


What do you think…white or dark? 


Is The Wing White meat or Dark Meat?

By

Joe Giorgianni

If you were at a dinner party where chicken was served and someone offered you a wing, would you be getting white meat or dark meat?

This was the topic of conversation at a recent dinner party at my home recently.  I have to say, I’m more confused now that ever.  The answers, reasons and rationale given for each supporting answer were compelling, but not conclusive.  For example, one person said that the wing of a chicken is dark meat because it is an extremity of the bird.  Therefore, like the leg, it is dark meat.  Another mentioned that since it is next to the breast, which we all know is white meat, the wing would obviously be considered white meat.

Being of sometimes sound mind, and curious to a fault, I grabbed a whole chicken (cooked beer can style on the grill) and ripped off both wings.  My wife, who thinks that the cheese has already slid from my cracker, looked at me like I might be dangerous. 

            “What on earth are you doing?” She asked.

            “I’m proving a point”, I said.  “I’m telling you that the wing of a chicken is dark meat.”

After dissecting the entire bird, I carefully cut the meat from the bone in the wing.  To enable me to see the exact color in the candle lit room I went to the kitchen to get a flashlight.  When I returned, both wings were gone. 

            “What happened to the two wings I had on my plate?” I asked my wife. 

            “Larry ate them,” she said.  “You know how he loves the wings.”

            “But I was doing research on them.” I told her as I watched Larry pick his teeth.

Well that was the end of that dispute, at least for the time being. Later, while getting ready for bed, I asked my wife what her opinion was as to the color of the meat in a chicken wing.

            “What difference does it make?” She asked.

            “I won’t be able to sleep until I know for sure.” I told her. 

Once again she gave me that “you need help look.”

Being fully awake now, I went to my computer and looked up the email address for the United States Council on Poultry.  I thought that if anyone would know the answer, they would.  Addressing my letter to the nutrition/education department, I asked if they could settle this argumentative dispute.  Could they please explain why some of the meat is white and some is dark.  Further, and more specifically, is the meat in the wing of a chicken considered white or dark?

I told my wife that I had written the authorities and when they respond we will finally know the answer to this deep and philosophical question.  I’m pretty sure this in not a priority of hers as I got yet another look that said, “I know the wheel is turning, but I think your gerbil has died.”

The next morning I rushed to my computer to see if the poultry Council had responded to my question.  After sorting through the important messages, such as “Have you found your soul mate?” and “Let us resolve your credit problem,” I saw the response from the council. 

                       Dear Sir:

                        In response to your question regarding

                        the color of wing meat, a meeting of the

                        entire Educational-board was held to

                        determine the best way to answer your question. 

                       

                        After much deliberation, it was concluded

                         that the color of wing meat is actually

                         secondary to our primary concern. 

                        We’re still trying to figure out why the

                        damn thing crossed the road. 

 

            Yours truly,

            Foghorn Leghorn