On September 6, 2018 Enid Writers Club will gather for the first meeting of the year at 6:30 pm at NWOSU, Enid Campus, in the Conference Room.
This first meeting of the writing season will not have a program but we will reconnect after the summer break and discuss the direction the club is heading this year. New President, Chantell Tiatrakul, says the club will look over the Enid Writers Club Yearbook, choose a category for focus, state our intentions, discuss action plans and how they help to maximize our writing time, and talk about character and dialogue.
Your voice is special and unique ad deserves a platform to share both struggles and successes.
Saturday July 21, 2018 Enid Writers Club will host a free writing workshop at the Enid Public Library, 120 West Maine, Enid, OK 73701, from 1-4:30. Please join us in the Great Plains Room upstairs in the library for an afternoon of fun and learning as Nikki Hannah, of Tulsa, and Vickey Kennedy, of Norman, dazzle us. Come see what they have to say.
My Computer is Killing Me
I feed my computer
And spend time talking to it.
The carbon dioxide is good for it, right?
I try to be a good companion, you know, quality tine at meals, sensitive to its needs, constant touch.
But, ever since that one virus, it’s been acting different.
It’s slow to respond. I know it’s getting older, but it’s not that.
I think it’s hiding things from me.
It holds its black welcome screen longer, the little circle ticking, ticking, ticking, then it greets me like nothing happened.
The other evening, I shut it off like usual. But I got up in the middle of night and its little red eye was watching me from across the room.
I can’t keep this up much longer. How can you work with something you don’t trust? I’m leaving. But if you don’t hear from me tomorrow . . . the computer did it.
Enid Writer’s Club 150 words
roll call writing
I’m almost certain that this writing topic is meant to deal with the killing of characters like J.K. Rowling in her seven Harry Potter tomes when she knocked off some of our favorites. I do not have characters to kill so I am writing about editing.
This roll call exercise has certainly made the 150-word limit easier after years of narrowing first drafts.
I imagine words on the floor like film editing at least back in the day when.
So, I look down at the floor where there might be wads of paper as well as words, snipped by scissors and they curl and grimace in their dying as they look pitifully up at me.
“I’m sorry, I tell them. It isn’t personal, you may well live on in another piece of writing but until then…bye, bye!”