I know I'm a bit behind on the blogs, but I will be catching up this week.
Please remember that our Christmas meeting is on December 18th. Please feel free to bring your families and some munchies. Any final donations for the use of the room can also be given to George to give to the firehouse.
Rod DiGruttolo and George Mindling shared facilitator duties for our last meeting in November.
Our first reader was Susan Davis. She's in the process of creating a workbook. She shared with us her prologue which dealt with Innovation & Collaboration and Beliefs v. Limits. This will be a Self Help workbook that combines goal attainment with philosophy. She needed some fresh eyes and insights into her work-in-progress and the gang was ready with some great ideas.
JoAnne Phillips, author of Adventures Of A Sea Hag, shared the next portion of her current project, Matrix of Life. This chapter, Jack, was about Legion the dog's competition...a hare named...(you guessed it)...Jack. He gave a new name to "mating like rabbits" and he was indiscriminate about his choices of partners. He'd had affairs with anything that moved, leaving young JoAnne to wonder if the eggs the hens laid would be bunny-free. Grandpa made excuses for the lothario, stating, "That's his job, and he loves his work." Unfortunately, Jack made the mistake of trying to plant his seeds in their goat, Billy...who kicked Jack into the afterlife. JoAnne also shared with us a poem called "Out There" that left us to think.... We are not alone.
Don Westerfield followed with a story written about the first Monoplane and how a man named Lou came to build it. It was an interesting tale of how the building of this particular plane was inspired to be built and that it was only due to the fact that he was the lightest of the group that Lou's friend, Bill, found himself in the cockpit.
Next, Ed Ellis shared a short story he'd created called "A Glowing Green Thumb." This particular story was set in the year 2035 where everyone lived in pods and all communication came through something called "The Pep." The communiques were called PIPs and utilized both shorthand and a limit of 140 characters per message. Think Twitter. The end game to this particular tale? They were invaded by dandelions.
Author of Sandspurs: Limericks By a Native Floridian and Myahmuh: A Novel of Miami, Florida, George Collias, shared Chapter 5 from the latter book with us. In this portion we got to watch the other kids from the perspective of their friend killed in a hit & run accident. Basically, this chapter walks us through a morning with Ray as he gets up to start his morning paper route with his dog, Mo, in tow. George also treated us to one of his little shorts...memories of joining the Marines and Boot Camp. There he learned new insults and how to do push ups with an 80 lb pack on his back.
Kerri Dieffenwierth returned to us to share a moving piece she wrote called "Flesh Undone." Thei piece was so powerful, it brought tears to many eyes that night. In this story she drew us in with the eyes of a young mother, terrified and angry as her child was born both ill and too early. She shared with us the fear and rage and the sense that the world is spinning out of control as she waited by her son's side in a Neonatal ICU, willing fight and life into the son she wasn't sure would make it. Against all odds, he survived. Now he has the ability to infuriate and frustrate just as any child can.
Bart Stamper also came back and shared a piece called "Insertion." In this particular story he was assigned to a special killer team mission to find POWs. There was a thick fog over the mountains as they flew. Although the fog hid them from sight, it also hid the mountains from them, making the flight to the drop zone almost as dangerous as the mission. I strongly recommend you click the link on Bart's name to visit his blog and his incredible stories of his time in Vietnam. Also on his site is a Memorial. If you visit there, you'll be introduced to those who didn't make it.
Andrew Parker shared Chapter 4 from his newest work, "Playing Chess at 91." In this particular chapter we learn that the protagonist is not a fan of the physical therapist assigned to work with him. Unfortunately he's injured and has no choice but to accept her care. Unfortunately she falls asleep on him naked, and no one will take him seriously when he asks to be rescued from beneath her prone form. They keep insisting that she knows what he's doing. Of course, what else can one expect in a boardinghouse run by pharmacists drugging the food. Did I mention the pharmacy plans on bringing more monkeys? Andrew always leaves us guessing...even as we're laughing.
Gene Brown got the courage to stand up and read a Prelude to his current project, a historical piece surrounding the Incans and how they made their gold and silver disappear before the "bearded warriors on horses" could come in with their greed and steal it. The protagonist in this story is a young warrior who is to be entrusted to hide the precious metals from the greedy folks who are willing to hold hostages and kill to get their hands on wealth. It's a good start and a very interesting concept. We're looking forward to seeing the direction he takes with his story.
Ernie Ovitz took the feedback we'd given him and re-read the chapter he'd done on the chase with Red Beard and the Romans when they kidnapped the ambassador's wife. The storyline ran much more smoothly as he adjusted some of his description and the way he laid out the dialogue. Well done!
Jung Sok Yo asked Kerri to read the next portion of his manuscript. The scene was well written as a party at the Waldorf-Astoria to honor Sam, one of New York's elite. Unfortunately, the three women in his life are all there and appear to be drawing invisible lines in the sand for a big, non-verbal cat fight. The female claws and the nuances that happen among jealous women was definitely caught in this scene.
Robbin Thorpe was our final reader of the evening with a piece entitiled "Retired." In this story are bickering spouses on a trip in colder weather who can't seem to agree on much of anything....and with whom technology is beginning to pass by. My favorite line was "The computer is in the clouds." It was clear that the protagonist had no understanding of cloud technology. Definitely a playful way to end the night.
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
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Thursday, December 12, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
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Ed Ellis,
Ernie Ovitz,
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Joanne Phillips,
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Kerri Dieffenwierth,
Robbin Thorpe,
Rod DiGruttolo,
Susan Davis
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Wednesday April 17th, 2013
Wow!
What happened to Spring? It should have been a comfortably mild
Wednesday night, however, we had the air conditioner going full blast
as Florida was having a record breaking heat wave. We had a hot time
in the meeting as well with another full house of eighteen attendees
and another great evening of readings.
Rod
DiGruttolo once again did the honors of Master of Ceremonies as we
kicked off at 6:30pm. We welcomed back Nancy O'Grady, Linda Schill,
and long time member Bart Stamper. Bart spends most of his time in
the Orlando area, so we are really pleased when he gets a chance to
join us. We also welcomed first time guest Jung Sok Yo, a movie
editor, poet, and producer. (http://thedragonpotter.com/)
George
Mindling opened the meeting with a brief description of the hows and
whys of collecting Florida Sales Tax for retailers and book sellers.
A complete tutorial can be found on-line at:
http://dor.myflorida.com/dor/training/nbo/
George kicked off the reading portion of the meeting as well with
poet Shel Silverstein's 1974 humor classic “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Stout.” Rod then introduced new guest Sok Yo Jung, who read
dialog from his “Wind of Desire.” Great, succinct,
direct dialog to introduce his style of writing. We look forward to
more writing from Yo.
Jim
Kelly read three letters from our inimitable Irv Newman, written to
members of his high school class of years ago, and of their 73rd
high school reunion attended by “transportable survivors.” Jim
then treated us with two of his poems, “Options” and “Escape.” Options is presented at the end of this posting for all to enjoy.
Bart
Stamper read “Premonition,” another chapter from his
upcoming book about the life and trials of an Army Ranger in Vietnam.
Engrossing, well written and brutally honest, Bart's stories capture
the horror and inescapable fear of combat and death in a far away,
foreign war. Great writing and great story telling, this is going to
be a great book. There is no way to listen to Bart's writing without
getting emotionally involved.
Nancy
O'Grady then read two of her short works, “Thoughts from Roman
Amaral Lane,” and “To My Parents and Granddad,” both
touching and sensitive, well received by the group. Patricia La
Barbera then read several humorous horror selections from Big Pulp,
including one about stereotyping zombies. Great stuff. Another genre.
Joanne Phillips read her last chapter of her Adventures of a Sea
Hag, and took us to our 8:00pm break-time.
After
a short break, we resumed with the further adventures of brain
surgeon Blake Brimstone by Andrew Parker, and once again, he had
everyone completely engrossed. Andrew's writing is fresh, unique, and
definitely a favorite of the group. He even teased the group to see
if anyone could pick out the one allusion to “Went with the
Wind,” a satire by Carol Burnett.
New
comer Linda Schill read another chapter from her "Come
Along With Me"
about a time-traveling kangaroo named Gracie written for 8 to 12 year
olds. Some discussion followed about the level of vocabulary used
and over all suitability for that age group. General consensus was
that the 8 to 12 year old age group will do just fine with the story.
Rod
then allowed George a second spot to read “1964,” the setup for a
techno-thriller in progress about an American airman stationed in
Germany and his involvement with the Baader-Meinhof Red Army Faction
as they plot to hi-jack a nuclear warhead. Discussion followed again
about vocabulary and technical terms.
Rod
wrapped up the evenings readings with another of his Skeets and Jimmy
stories, this on called the “Great Mouse Escapade.”
Great writing, and everyone loved the twist ending. We need more
Skeets and Jimmy, great dialog and visualization is automatic. Mouse
boy is one of us.
We
had a great meeting, but once again, I want to remind readers to
please try to keep readings to under 5 minutes. Three pages or 1500
words is perfect, and allows us to give everyone a chance to read.
Our
next meeting will be May 1st. George Mindling will do a
presentation on self-publishing.
See
you then.
George
Options
The meter accepts his fare-
exact change only.
He sits next to a window,
peers out through his own
reflection...
like he did yesterday and the day
before.
On the corner, street signs hint
of contradiction-
Elm, where shade gives way to rotting
stumps.
Pristine, where clutter dances with
each passing car.
Ruby-eyed vagrants
drift across the pavement
practicing aborted takeoffs,
avoiding strangers' feet.
The bus lurches forward-
his options dangling on a cord
strung above the windows.
Jim Kelly
Englewood, FL
2/20/2013
Reprinted with permission
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Joanne Phillips,
Jung Sok Yo,
Linda Schill,
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Rod DiGruttolo
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Wednesday, February 20th, 2013, Part 2
Wednesday,
February 20th, another evening in our little corner of
paradise spent with friends who love to write. With twenty-two in
attendance, our “meet and greet” at 6:00 pm was a chance to catch
up on all the social issues before we kicked off the regular meeting
at 6:30pm. We welcomed new guest Rachel Fritsch, and again welcomed
Pat Patterson who makes the drive all the way up from Punta Gorda,
and Christine Burton, who drives down from Bradenton! We also
welcomed back one of the original members of our group, Bart Stamper,
who later read a sensitive, engrossing story that is worthy of its
own posting. It is posted at
http://fwasarasota.blogspot.com/2013/02/wednesday-6-20-2013-part-1.html.
The
meeting started with thanks to AJ and Joanne Robinson of the Florida
Writers Association who spoke at the last meeting. As I will try to
have at least one meeting a month with special presentations, I am
pleased to announce Julie Ann Howell, publisher and founder of
Peppertree Press and the The Pepper Tree Magazine, will be our
presenter at the March 6th meeting. It will be a special
event for those who contributed to the Remembrance of Ed Lyman. Plan
to be here.
The
results of the recent Englewood Dearborn Street Book Festival were
announced and writers from our group won several awards!
Congratulations to Don Westerfield for winning First Place with his
Short Story, and to Ann Favreau who won Second Prize in the same
category. Not content with winning Third place in the Poetry entry,
Christine Burton also took First Place in Poetry. Congratulations to
all the writers who won awards, and to all those who submitted
writings to be considered.
Speaking
of Literary Awards, the Royal Palm Literary submissions of the
Florida Writers Association are open. For entry information, click
on:
http://floridawriters.net/RPLA.html
and for a blog about the RPLA themselves, check
Rod
DiGruttolo once again handled the “gavel” and the meeting opened
with Susan Davis reading the opening segment of her epic trip
from Key West to Punta Gorda by bicycle. Most people have trouble
driving across the Everglades on Tamiami Trail in a car, much less by
bike! Susan gave new definition to a “bug with her printer,” so
she read from a hand-written pad jotted down quickly one morning.
More jotting, Susan, we want to hear more!
Kerri
Dieffenwierth's great “Bear Bear” began with a “No Gators”
warning and showed Kerri's ability to show, not tell, about the
truths in life. The spiral notebooks bound for the trash pile caught
everyone's ear.
Bart
Stamper was welcomed back with his “Point Blank,” given its own
special space on the blog. He said he was “Rusty, and so is this
writing.” No, it's not, and neither is Bart. Welcome back. Great
writing.
Joanne
Phillips read next, but not from her book, Adventures
of a Sea Hag, because it was
recently published! Congratulations, Joanne. Instead, she read Don
Westerfield's I'll Remember
You. A
Marine's wife will always be number two, but not in Don's writing. A
really nicely done short story.
After
a short break, we returned with a few announcements and Barbara
Frickel read a short excerpt from the Encyclopedia of Great Writers,
just to keep our egos in check. Chris Burton's razor-sharp “Poem
to That One”
showed why she took 1st
and 3rd
at the Dearborn Street festival. She followed her own poem by
reading Kat Levato's timely “He
Bled for You”
which left several in tears, both because of Kat's great writing and
Chris's powerful reading.
Andrew
Parker continued his engaging and engrossing tales of “Blake
Brimstone,” Brain Surgeon because Blake doesn't like the name
Neurosurgeon. No descriptions I could write could accurately capture
Andrew's writing, you have to hear it for yourself. Suffice to say
if it were a screenplay, Johnny Depp would play Blake Brimstone. “A
bunch of birds. Man, that was a lot of birds.”
Bill
Elam continued with his old man in the autumn of his years anthology,
when a man takes control of his life. “Her dance card was for
him...”
Pat
Patterson, with his unmistakable Mississippi drawl, caught everyone
off guard with his reading of his first-novel-in progress titled “The
Takers,” set in the year 1003 in Scandinavia. The discussion
that followed his reading was intent and engrossing. His epic Viking
tale has everyone's interest and curiosity, this is going to be a
great story.
Ed
Ellis followed with his marvelous Valentine poems for his
grandchildren, then started on a piece written while drinking “sweet
tea.” Ed never fails to capture the listeners, even evoking one
comment, “What was in the tea?”
Lois
Stern read an entry from her Tales2Inspire contest that stumped both
her and the other judges. An engaging, well written story that
simply did not “Inspire” the reader, and therefore did not
satisfy the rules of the contest. Still, it was a lesson for all
about why we write.
Cecile
Bell quickly read her humorous piece about Humpty Dumpty as we once
again ran over time a little, and our apologies to Laura Heath who
will be at the top of the list for the next reading.
Remember,
Julie Ann Howell, publisher and founder of Peppertree Press and the
The Pepper Tree Magazine, will be our presenter at the March 6th
meeting. Don't miss it.
George
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Kerri Dieffenwierth,
Lois Stern,
Peppertree Press
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20th, 2013, part 1
There
are few times when a writer engages an audience with total, emotional
involvement that surpasses any previous experience any of us has ever
had. That came Wednesday night when an autobiography focused on an
infantry patrol deep in the jungles of Vietnam during the height of
the bloody, entangled conflict. Split-second life and death
decisions, so flippantly tossed around in the world of fiction, are a
reality here. The decision to kill or be killed is incredibly
difficult to transcribe, to put on paper, then to read aloud to a
group of fellow writers who have no experience with the reality
required to comment or critique that writing, not in the least the
decision itself. It really isn't a decision, it is a crucible of life
and warfare. It is training, it is a gut-wrenching need to live. This
isn't fiction. This is real life, and impossible to create with such
personal turmoil and wrenching soul searching without having lived
through it. The crucible of that autobiography is so intense, so
personal, that to convey it in writing is be cathartic for the
writer, and therapeutic for us all at the same time. We were
privileged Wednesday night to Bart Stamper's reading of “Point
Blank.” This is not fiction; it is a revelation of the human
spirit, and to have been part of that reading was an emotional
experience we all felt and understood. Bart's writing lifted us all
to a different time and place. We were with him on that patrol.
Thank
you Bart Stamper.
George
George
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