Next Meeting of Enid Writers Club

The monthly meeting of the Enid Writers Club will be held on Thursday November 1, 2018, 6:30 pm, the Conference Room at NWOSU, Randolph and 30th street.  The Enid Writers Club is open to all who aspire to improve their writing and join with like minds.  All skill levels and age groups are welcome.  This month’s program will be “Hooking your Audience on the First Page.”  Join us!


Enid Writers Club First Meeting of Year

    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.

Join us!


Free Writers Workshop in Enid, July 21!

    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.

Winner of the April Roll Call Writing Piece

My Computer is Killing Me

Paula Benge


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.