Friday, August 10, 2007

Next Writing Group Meeting

Since I believe that the entire month of August should be in tribute to me. I am one of the best things to happen to August. Ok the point. Writing group is August 22nd. The day after my birthday. So write me a birthday poem or whatever you want.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Napkin Fiction Project

Well Esquire sent out 250 napkins to writers all over the country and they have gotten almost 100 responses.

I think this is a brilliant idea and thing that it would be something awesome to do for writing group. I don't know about a napkin but something to get the creative juices flowing.

Anyway you can go here to read the submissions of the writers.

If you have any ideas of fun little projects, leave it in comments.

tamara

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Writing Group Tomorrow

Tomorrow is writing group at 5:30pm. The location will be the Tracks again unless someone has a better location.

Please let me know if you are not coming.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Hate me if you will...

for bringing up Oprah but she has made her next book club pick. She actually makes some pretty good ones. The next book is Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. I know some of you have heard snippets from it because I read them to you. I still haven't finished it but I am thinking of picking it up again.

Oprah's Book Club Middlesex

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Next Writing Group Meeting

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
5:30pm - 7:30pm
The Tracks

Monday, May 21, 2007

Friday, May 18, 2007

For Critique

I now know why writer's are holed up in the mountains, living in log cabin and eating rodents. Writing makes you crazy. Well here is a piece that I wrote in late January. I used to think I was ok with it but the more I look at it or think about it the less I like it. It's untitled.

The sound of your voice hurts
I’ve worried and cried
But gave up
I tried and tried
But gave up
The look on your face scares me
It’s grave
Sunken and painful to watch
Time has taken its toll
On your body and my soul
Life moves on without us
I know dreams don’t come true
And if hope really lived here
I could believe you would get better
And I wouldn’t try to convince myself
I haven’t given up


I may have talked to some of you about the last line and my inability to just make grammar work. I think I will post something else since this is so short.

tamara