Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Science Fiction Writer Robert J. Sawyer: On Writing — Show, Don't Tell
Science Fiction Writer Robert J. Sawyer: On Writing — Show, Don't Tell
I have heard this from so many of my writing teachers.
I have heard this from so many of my writing teachers.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Monday, October 13, 2014
Saturday, October 11, 2014
I am looking for a writer critique group to join. I'm doing novels, mostly non-genre specific
This came in this morning. If you know a group in Sequim, let me know
and I will pass the word.
Thank you.
t.
and I will pass the word.
Thank you.
t.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Monday, October 6, 2014
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Theatrical performance and exposition on Tuesday evening, October 7, 2014.
North Coast Writers welcomes playwrights Jerry Kraft and Rebecca Redshaw for what promises to be a lively evening of theatrical performance and exposition on Tuesday evening, October 7, 2014.
The public is invited to this free monthly presentation beginning at 7:00 p.m. at Wine on the Waterfront, 115 E. Railroad Avenue in Port Angeles. The door opens at 6:30 p.m. and those attending are encouraged to arrive early for good seating and to purchase refreshments prior to the reading.
Jerry Kraft, long time member of the North Coast Writers group, playwright, poet, and journalist, will offer "God Clicked," a dramatic monologue, as well as a short play, Sand Script, first presented in Seattle this August as part of the annual 14/48 Theatre celebration .
Kraft has lived in Port Angeles for the last ten years. He was involved with community theatre and taught a memoir writing class through the YMCA. He writes reviews of Seatttle theatre productions for www.SeattleActor.com and has also published poetry, short fiction and plays. He recently relocated to Mount Vernon, Washington with his wife to accommodate her employment.
Rebecca Redshaw, Port Angeles fiction author, playwright and director, will also showcase one of her short plays, Broadway Showtunes Game of Life. Redshaw worked for over twenty five years in the Los Angeles film and television industry. Using her technical expertise, she supervised the restoration and preservation of films for SONY Entertainment. With eight produced plays to her credit, Redshaw has also enjoyed the participatory aspect of theatre. She has published two books, Dear Jennifer and Sofa Cinema: An Easy Guide to DVDs, Vol. 1. She also writes a regular column for the Sequim Gazette, focusing on DVDs.
Kraft and Redshaw will conclude the evening with a discussion of the challenges incurred in writing for a live audience and will answer questions.
For further information, contact Suzann Bick, (360) 797-1245, email hetaerina46@gmail.com; or Mary-Alice Boulter, (360) 477-9972, email critterperson@gmail.com
Monday, September 29, 2014
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Introduction to Journalism — University of Strathclyde — FutureLearn
free, on line class. Starts next Monday, the 29th
Introduction to Journalism — University of Strathclyde — FutureLearn
Introduction to Journalism — University of Strathclyde — FutureLearn
Sunday, September 21, 2014
New poem
My dogs call me to task;
call me to my lesson
each dawn.
I wipe out their bowls
pour a measure of food
pierce a capsule
squeezing out half in a dish.
The big dog
accepts the remainder
from my fingers.
They have educated me
with their postures,
brilliant eyes
and soft muzzles.
Under their tutelage,
I have been taught
what they like
what I should pay attention to
what changes to make
and unmake
what speed to move.
I’ve learned that the little one
eats more slowly
prefers to eat by herself.
I’ve learned that the big one eats fast
always has room for more.
Watching them take
the kibble out of their dishes
listening to the
crunch of the hard bits
is delicious.
They move to the water bucket
after they eat.
The sound as they lap the water;
seeing it drip from their muzzles
makes me smile
lean in
to hear more closely.
If they had feathers they wouldn’t be more magical.
-tp
SPANISH VERSION:
call me to my lesson
each dawn.
I wipe out their bowls
pour a measure of food
pierce a capsule
squeezing out half in a dish.
The big dog
accepts the remainder
from my fingers.
They have educated me
with their postures,
brilliant eyes
and soft muzzles.
Under their tutelage,
I have been taught
what they like
what I should pay attention to
what changes to make
and unmake
what speed to move.
I’ve learned that the little one
eats more slowly
prefers to eat by herself.
I’ve learned that the big one eats fast
always has room for more.
Watching them take
the kibble out of their dishes
listening to the
crunch of the hard bits
is delicious.
They move to the water bucket
after they eat.
The sound as they lap the water;
seeing it drip from their muzzles
makes me smile
lean in
to hear more closely.
If they had feathers they wouldn’t be more magical.
-tp
SPANISH VERSION:
Nueva poema
Mis perros me llaman a la tarea;
llámame a mi lección
cada amanecer.
Me limpio sus tazones
verter una medida de los alimentos
perforar una cápsula
exprimiendo medio en un plato.
El perro grande
acepta el resto
de mis dedos.
Me han educado
con sus posturas,
ojos brillantes
bozales y suaves.
Bajo su tutela,
Me han enseñado
lo que les gusta
lo que debo prestar atención a
qué cambios hacer
y deshacer
qué velocidad a moverse.
He aprendido que el pequeño
come más lentamente
prefiere comer por sà misma.
He aprendido que el grande se come rápido
siempre tiene espacio para más.
Verlos toman
la croqueta de sus platos
la escucha de la
crujido de los bits duros
es delicioso.
Se mueven con el cubo de agua
después de comer.
El sonido ya que lamen el agua;
viendo gotear de sus hocicos
me hace sonreÃr
apoyarse en
escuchar más de cerca.
Si tenÃan plumas no serÃan más mágico.
-tp
llámame a mi lección
cada amanecer.
Me limpio sus tazones
verter una medida de los alimentos
perforar una cápsula
exprimiendo medio en un plato.
El perro grande
acepta el resto
de mis dedos.
Me han educado
con sus posturas,
ojos brillantes
bozales y suaves.
Bajo su tutela,
Me han enseñado
lo que les gusta
lo que debo prestar atención a
qué cambios hacer
y deshacer
qué velocidad a moverse.
He aprendido que el pequeño
come más lentamente
prefiere comer por sà misma.
He aprendido que el grande se come rápido
siempre tiene espacio para más.
Verlos toman
la croqueta de sus platos
la escucha de la
crujido de los bits duros
es delicioso.
Se mueven con el cubo de agua
después de comer.
El sonido ya que lamen el agua;
viendo gotear de sus hocicos
me hace sonreÃr
apoyarse en
escuchar más de cerca.
Si tenÃan plumas no serÃan más mágico.
-tp
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