California Writers Club Tri-Valley Branch Meeting

Lani LongshoreI was able to take off a few hours from work this afternoon to attend the California Writers Club, Tri-Valley Branch Meeting. Lani Longshore led a hands-on mini workshop called “Someone, Something, Somewhere: Short Stories Made Simple.” We wrote for five  minutes with each of her prompts that involved, character, thing, place, inciting incident, story arc, push back, back story, and the aha moment.

Longshore is a writer and fiber artist. She is co-author (with Anastasio) of the science fiction novels Death By Chenille and When Chenille Is Not Enough. Her short stories appear in Voices of The Valley: First Press; Voices of The Valley: Encore; Written Across The Genres; Eve’s Requiem: Tales of Women, Mystery and Horror; and on Booktrack.com. She blogs about art, quilts, and writing at www.lanilongshore.wordpress.com.

December is book exchange month. Members brought a gently used book (or more) to trade. A gift basket with writing and reading goodies was raffled. April 18, 2015, Tri-Valley Branch will have their first writers conference. It is sponsored by a grant from the Alameda County Arts Commission to promote and nurture our vibrant community of writers.

Iambic Group Poem Needs a Title

Here is the Iambic Group Poem, Glen Meisenheimer guided us to produce at the Poetry Workshop last week. There were 12 participants, but we forgot to title it. Any suggestions?

The time she waits on none who tarry long

Instead she dances t’wards her scheduled end.

Ignoring worries; seeking pleasure’s song,

She hopes to make the day a lasting friend.

The other side of time we know is death.

She nudges us along to paths not sought.

Although we fight for every passing breath,

The end will come to all no matter what.

Poetry Workshop

I attended a poetry workshop this morning with Julie K. Royce, author of PILZ, Paula Chinick, author of RED ASSCHER, and Carol McLean, poet and essayist.  Glen Meisenheimer demonstrated how to write a poem in anapest and iambic meters. As a group, there were twelve of us, we wrote a joint poem for each and a limerick. Here is our anapest poem:

Weather

In the midst of the storm, I cannot see the light

I am cold, I am scared, I am lost in the night.

Will I languish in darkness or learn how to cope?

Yes, I know I’ll see morning, I’ll not give up hope.