As autumn nears, we look forward to cooler weather. Cool weather in this area of Florida means evenings, well, actually nighttime lows, in the mid-seventies and daytime temps around 80° F to 85° F. But compared to temps feeling like 102° F and up, that’s cool. Oh, it was only 97° F today.
Wednesday evening, eleven of our irrepressible writers gathered to enjoy and share their work with each other. We began the evening with a discussion about how we handle criticism. Almost all of our writers agree, ‘accept the critique, and learn from it.’ Suppose a critique is given appropriately. In that case, its purpose is to help the author understand that not everyone will interpret the work as the writer intended. How do you handle criticism? Do you listen? Do you always agree with the critique? If not, do you listen anyway? Be honest with yourself: have you ever received a critique that didn’t contain a little truth?
Listen and Learn is why we have these sessions.
First off tonight was Ernie Ovitz. With a working title like The Crucible, a reader might expect an intense story. Ernie doesn’t disappoint with this tale after reading the opening chapter. The group took the opportunity to express their ideas about the story. I’m sure Ernie appreciates their thoughts.
Have you, as a writer, ever wished they could simply go off into the solitude of a woodland retreat and write without interruption? Michael Schlesinger is penning a story just like that. It seems the protagonist in the story has been to the cabin in the woods before and befriended a local shopkeeper, Brad. Upon arrival at the little General Store, a man driving a large pickup truck is just leaving. “There’s nobody here,” the man says and drives away. But Mike has talked to his friend and knows better. Breaking into the store, he finds the shopkeeper badly beaten but still alive. Oh-ho! It reads like a true crime novel, or is it a memoir? Stay tuned, Compadre’s.
New to our group, Beth Socha, brought us a poem she’d written just last year (June 2024). The Last Blue Umbrella. Poets look at life through words written with a rhythm. Beth views a trip down the sands of a Gulf beach as many people view their lives. The sand of the beach buffs the callouses of her feet, much like our lives wear away the rough patches of living. A goal seems far away, but we strive to reach that last blue umbrella.
Another Poet, Scott Anderson, waltzes forth on his quest to compose Haiku. Tonight we hear five, each a riddle with an answer that lingers in the mind as a stark picture. Oh, how I enjoy the mysteries of writing.
Three poets in a row as Don Westerfield steps to the podium with a pair of rhymes. Shadows lurk in all of us. As we age, our failing eyes may not see them, but our heart does and tells us to pay attention. Set your shadows free, don’t wait too long.
Our world changes every day, and we accept most of these changes without argument. But Don sees Liars as what they are, sinners cheating themselves.
Who are the humanoids? Bruce Haedrich designed them in his latest story, Nadia, and they evolved, or should I say they were "evolutionized" into another species of human now called terrestrials. How does that work? Well, some say it’s G-R-E-A-T, but the people in charge aren’t too happy –and neither are the humanoids. As Bruce reads Chapters 28 and 29, we find Chris and Nadia in the Midwest facing a crisis. Chris has killed two Centurion humanoids. Well, can you kill a machine? Maybe he simply dismantled them using a weapon. Anyway, he and Nadia are in a safe place with people and terrestrials as their protectors. Is a war coming?
Ursula Wong is steadily building a sequel to her yet-to-be-published book, Strategic Deception. The name of her new book may be The Last Soviet. But the action and suspense continue with the same intensity as in SD. Has E-Parlay fallen into the wrong hands? Will it cause a worldwide crisis? Will the ‘Big Georgian’ have to avenge his only son? I suppose we will have to wait a little longer.
The Rink Romance is a poem chronicling the love story of a loving couple. The roller rink is more than a place to play. Here it becomes the life of a couple, till death do they part. Roberta Malaro tells the tale in six stanzas. And if you think of a Rest Home as a place old folks go to die, think again. A Rest Home Christmas shows us in verse how the old timers skate their way into a frolicking Christmas at The Skatery.
That about does it for this session. We hope everyone enjoyed the evening; I certainly did. Our next meeting is on October 1st, here at the Nokomis Firehouse at 6:30 PM. But in the meantime, READ, Read, read some more, and then WRITE, Write, and KEEP ON WRITING