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

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Answer to the call

   Two days ago I put out a call for writing to post on the blog. I received three immediate replies.

Don Westerfield gave me two entries, both short - flash fiction pieces. He invites critique and suggestions. Read The Affair and The Cafe as follows. Let us see your replies.


Ian Schagen sent a timely piece, In the Time of Coronavirus. Read and enjoy it.

Lois Stern challenges the group with her premature departure for New York. Stay safe, everybody.

THE AFFAIR
Don Westerfield Sr.

No doubt the way it ended was the easiest way for her.
abrupt, unfeeling, without anger, just a message on his phone, it left him wondering, and at a loss as to why, but he guessed at the why, she had no future with him, and she needed a future. He said he understood, but I know he ached at the parting.

The months had drifted, as he had drifted, aimlessly it seemed. I told him affairs are always doomed before they begin, but he didn’t listen. His lasted longer than it should have because he fell in love with her, and he knew better too; this was not his first affair.

She certainly knew how to make him feel young again, she stoked the warm embers inside of him that grew into a fire. Of course, it was an unlikely pairing from the beginning, she was June, he was October, his Autumn years were waning, hers was at her Summer’s peak, 

I wish she had told him the why face to face though, even knowing it would be painful. I want to believe she was only trying to spare him the hurt. That’s when his drinking started, and his life fell apart. They say all things must end in truth, well it wasn’t just the bullet that killed him, I think when she took back her love, she also took back his youth. 





THE CAFÉ

Don Westerfield Sr.

  Her fragrance and the rustle of her dress brings my head up out of the newspaper. Completely forgetting the crossword puzzle I’m working on; I watch her take a seat a few tables away. I guess her to be in her middle to late forties radiating beauty and a self-assurance few women her age would possess. She seems to know she has my attention for her lips break into a slight smile as she gives a furtive glance in my direction.
  I feign attention to my paper as she gives the waitress an order, but I watch her every move, imagining myself sitting across from her. My mind races with anticipation of maybe touching, caressing or even loving her. If only I was bold enough to go over and make my acquaintance.
  Then her gaze lifts and her eyes look directly into mine as if she is reading my thoughts and saying, “come to me.” I push back from the table and rise from my chair, just as a figure comes between us. I see him bend down and kiss her cheek. She eagerly grabs his hand and pulls him to his seat. I quickly lower myself back to my paper and wonder almost out loud what the answer to eighteen down might be.



In The Time of Coronavirus

United in self-isolation
Millions in every nation
Join together in separation.

Those with a conscience, those with a heart
Can help each other, for a start,
To keep people safe by staying apart.

We’re in this together, wherever we are
United aloneness, both near and afar
All of us living on this spinning star.

In the time of the plague, kings and lords hid inside
With others kept out, and many then died
With nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide.

Now things are better: we each have a hole
That we can hide in, keep down the death toll
Waiting in hope for the good times to roll.

And while we’re apart, we’re connecting with others
Family and friends, aunts, sisters and brothers
May even have time to make calls to their mothers!

Ian


Now I thought I'd throw out this challenge to the group. The next Tales2Inspire theme is SAYING GOODBYE. I don't want a bunch of tear-jerking stories - there are many scenarios in life where we say goodbye to one situation or person, and start anew. How many such ideas can the group come up with - individually and collectively. Who knows, some might be so clever that they would like to submit a story for the next edition.

I hope you all remain healthy and that this latest scare is just that, more bark than bite.

Hugs,

Lois

Thursday, March 26, 2020

3/26/20 Update, Staying Isolated

I'm staying away from people and working on my latest endeavor. I may actually have time to get something done now that I've been furloughed from my job. Betsy is doing her best to keep me busy but I've managed to find some hiding places in a two-bedroom villa with garage, believe it or not.

I have a wonderful spouse and her sense of humor keeps me on my toes. Yesterday she asked me if I was tired of being "cooped up". I shrugged, and she said, "I feel like we're "incooperated", now I think that's a new word for temporary incorporation into our "quarinternment" vocabulary.

Hey, I'd like to hear from you guys, you've got my email, rodshs62@hotmail.com for those to don't, so send me something you're working on even if it's just a paragraph or sentence you may be struggling with. If I can't help, maybe someone in the group can. Let me know if you want help and I'll post the problem and ask for the group's help.

I miss you guys! 
Keep on Writing

Monday, March 16, 2020

Meeting Changes

Due to recent events, I cannot attend a meeting this week. I recommend we cancel the meeting until we know more about this bug. 

Check this blog for meeting schedules in future weeks. Stay safe and don't take unneeded chances.

Thursday, March 05, 2020

March 4th, 2020


Starting off the meeting a few minutes early gave us an opportunity to discuss a subject I find fascinating, Plot Driven or Character Driven stories. Sparks fly when authors begin to discuss subjects close to their heart. Both camps expressed viewpoints and there were those of us who weren’t sure which style we encompass. I find myself a little confused. A recent article from the NY BOOK EDITORS blog. 
Character-Driven Vs. Plot Driven: Which is Best, defines the hallmarks of a plot-driven story in this way:

When you focus on plot, you focus on events.
Plot-driven stories are often exciting and fast paced. They compel the reader to turn the page to find out how the characters will escape, evade, prevail, or overcome.
As an author of a plot-driven story, you have to meticulously tie together plot points to create a cohesive story. You naturally focus on ideas instead of people and their motivations.
In your story, you force your characters to make quick decisions that move the plot forwards. As a result, character development is secondary to plot development.

A Character-Driven Story is defined in the same article as:

A character-driven story is one focused on studying the characters that make up your story. Character-driven stories can deal with inner transformation or the relationships between the characters.
Whereas plot-driven stories focus on a set of choices that a character must make, a character-driven story focuses on how the character arrives at a particular choice. When you zoom into the internal conflicts, you tend to focus less on the external conflicts. The plot in a character-driven story is usually simple and often hyper-focused on the internal or interpersonal struggle of the character(s).
In a character-driven story, the plot is used to develop the character.
Many readers love character-driven stories because the author tends to put a premium on developing realistic, flawed, and human characters. Readers can see themselves or someone they love in these characters and, as a result, connect emotionally.

Can your story change from chapter to chapter? I think it may, depending on what type of story you’re writing. We’re talking about fiction here, non-fiction, poetry, memoir, and other genres have limiting factors built in. A good writer must build believable characters and sustain a storyline to keep the reader interested, who wants to read a story with shallow characters and no rhyme or reason to its flow. If your character takes on a life in your imagination and directs the flow of the story, is that a character-driven story? Can a character drive a chapter while the storyline, plot, drive others? Think about it, find examples to support your arguments and bring them to the next meeting. Bring examples of your work in which you use either or both elements. Let’s have fun with this.

Well, what else? Oh, I almost forgot, we had two visitors at this meeting. Joann Buell’s sister, Helen Harvey is visiting from the Finger-Lakes are of New York, she sat in on the meeting as an observer. We hope she comes back again even if it’s during a subsequent visit. Also, Jean Young, author of Quicksilver Summer, joined us as she is vacationing here from Newfoundland, Canada. Jean tells us the writers in her home group have published an anthology of their work and it has sold well. Her book, Quicksilver Summer, has been used through the provinces in schools as a tool to help readers with limited reading skills learn to read better. Using simpler language and basic writing techniques, she makes reading and understanding easier. What is your target audience? Thank you for attending, Jean if you’re in the area, we welcome you anytime.

Diving into our reading segment, Ed Ellis unlimbered a poem I think is one of best he’s written. Entitled Quantum Reality, this piece takes on a subject confusing to a vast majority of the rest of us. Quantum Physics, just the name conjures up pictures of atoms and exploding stars in my mind, is explained in this poem, as only a poet/physicist can derive. Passages like,

“Created by vibrating molecule bonds
Playing the music of odor
We listen to the quantum guitars
Of Chemistry”

create a picture in my mind and clarifies a fuzzy and distorted image that has long eluded me. More Ed!

Letters! Are letters a dying art form? Peter Frickel writes a collection of letters, real or fictional, hard to tell. Interesting, almost spell casting, for sure. He gives us a glimpse into the lives of people across the world and in all walks of life through these letters. A Legionnaire in the deserts of North Africa, an Attorney on vacation in the Pyrenees Mountains, writing letters home or to lovers. Each tome gives us an insight into the lives, loves, and fears of someone we don’t know. Also, the story of a river ending its journey upon entering the ocean as seen through the eyes of a youngster or is it a memory of a native home long ago, but never forgotten.

A THRACIAN CATFIGHT in the fourth century. Ernie Ovitz takes us to the year 311 as the emperor Maxentius plots to declare war on his brother-in-law Constantine. Gathering his allies and supporters in a vacation palace, a pair of female gladiators square off in a struggle to the bitter end as entertainment for the bloodthirsty spectators. Descriptive language and passionate composition bring reality to the page. A few suggestions cannot help but enhance the story. Great job Ernie.

Creation and Media Gone Wild are subjects for Scott Anderson’s poetry. In a haiku we’re left with a mystery about creation, are we suspended by a thin thread? What happens if the thread is dropped? When the media gets hold of a story, in this case, the Corona Virus, is the hype more important than the story, will the hype cause more harm than the disease? What a powerful tool words are, and in the hands of a master they can wreak havoc.

Bill Elam has a story with no names, only characters who draw you into the moment. This chapter breaks the no-name rule as Sam makes an appearance. Based on an actual case, Sam’s attorney takes a homeless vagrant’s case to the Supreme Court of the United States of America and changes the law forever. Yes, Bill, this man deserves his name.

How many people have met a two-faced monster in their lives? Rip Converse writes of an ambitious and innocent 15-year-old girl named Gabby. Her first crush, a boy who treats her well and seems to be a true gentleman changes when the evil flame of lust burns hot in his loins. He attacks with rape on his mind, physically abusive and intent on getting what he wants, Gabby must fight him with tooth and nail. A barely remembered tactic comes to mind as he holds her captive in his barn. Does she prevail? What next? Look for Rip’s newest book to find out.

Returning to the Poet’s Corner, we hear from Don Westerfield as he brings us two great pieces. Sailing to the Moon takes us on a magical nocturnal voyage. Lyrical and enchanting, this piece leaves us dreaming of calm waters and soothing moonlight. In a salute to his late father, My Father’s Vagabond Life, chronicles the life of a man whose flaws are overshadowed by his devotion to family. Times were hard in days gone by. Great story in verse, Don.

Embarking on a gargantuan task, Bruce Haedrich attempts to look at creation from the earth’s point of view. Giaia Earth, the Living Planet is the first of at least four installments. Having already taken on the formation of a hurricane from a wisp of a breeze in Africa, to the formation of the Great Plains in previous writings, he is stalking the universe. Amusing in some passages, frightening in others, his story is informative and spellbinding.

Manifest Destiny took Americans west. James Kelly tells us of their lust for land and riches which disposed native tribes from their land and drove some to near extinction. Lack of foresight and greed cost many their lives and livelihood. Here, on the frontier wagon trains formed and settlers abandon unessential belongings before setting out for the unknown. A young man views the process and looks toward his future.

Starship Diana has traveled across galaxies, suffered a mutiny, and was damaged by a collision with a meteor. Now her Captain faces the impossible task of landing the 3-kilometer-long-craft, which was never designed to be a landing craft, on a planet taken over by the rebels who mutinied. Ian Schagen’s stellar imagination presents many scenarios. How will this happen? Who will survive? Stay tuned and look for this and other Schagen books.

Who would think our founder and poet, Susan Haley, would ever write for a news outlet? Well, she did. She wrote an article depicting confusion in the media. Interruptions in interviews, misquoting and avoiding direct responses to questions. Does all this sound familiar? In the midst of another election cycle, we are bombarded with this stuff every day, night and day. When did she write this article? In 2008. It wasn’t new then and is still pertinent today as it was since the beginning of time.

Well, that pretty much sums it up for this meeting. I may have missed something, but I’m not perfect. Until the next time, March 18th, KEEP ON WRITING.