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A Field Guide to Creative Writing Classes (Part Two of a Series)
Continued from Part One... WARNING: This series of articles may offend women, men, minorities, non-minorities, animal-rights people, SF fans, fantasy fans, horror fans, romance fans, poets, sociopaths, sociopathic poets, Moms, Dads, Christians, non-Christians, Narcotics Anonymous people, piscetarians, vegetarians, vegans, and well, pretty much anyone who isn’t me.
By Deborah Moran5 years ago in Journal
A Field Guide to Creative Writing Classes, Part One of a Series
I recently had a wide-ranging conversation with a friend, another writer, over drinks, about the various writer’s groups and creative writing classes we have participated in over the years. This led to the realization that –
By Deborah Moran5 years ago in Journal
Caveat Lector - let the reader beware to 30th March 2021
"Observation is a dying art" - Stanley Kubrick FOR GOODNESS SAKE SIR DESMOND CHECK YOUR FACTS Our local Member of Parliament, The Right Honorable Sir Desmond Swayne MP, like many of his fellow MP's publishes a regular BLOG. There is an extract shown below:
By Alan Russell5 years ago in Journal
Omar's Diary for the rest of March 2021
The last to weeks of March have not been too bad. Mitzi has fully recovered, Man Servant has recovered from his first COVID vaccination and we are waiting to see what side effects Lady Servant will develop overnight following her first vaccination late this afternoon, 26th March 2021. Hopefully they won’t be as bad as Man Servant’s reaction as he did rather suffer. Part of me thinks he may have been hamming it up a bit.
By Alan Russell5 years ago in Journal
In the Line of Duty
Red exit-sign ribbons shimmering the lengths of freshly-polished linoleum floors in darkened hallways with locked passages waiting for the jingling of rings of keys to give them a purpose and the promise of a daily life. Soldier-like Coke machines alongside transparent condiment vendors, all with “OUT OF ORDER” proclamations scotch-taped between their eyes, advertising their most-recent injury in an ongoing battle – a battle that has rendered them again, space-occupying, lethargic and useless ornaments of the catacomb landscapes that will soon bustle with the sounds and various fragrances of a needy and youthful humanity – and propped in varying degrees of lifelessness against barren, inert and sterile walls in a hostile foreign land.
By John Oliver Smith5 years ago in Journal
Working Hell to Five
There were a couple of perks when it came to working for the Corporate Headquarters of Hell, in Dio’s opinion. First being, it was always extremely warm inside of the office building. No matter what the weather may be like outside, inside of the office was always heated to a cozy 80 degrees Fahrenheit. This was extremely to Dio’s liking, as his favorite feature about himself was undoubtedly his legs, and 80 degrees was the perfect temperature for wearing shorts. Secondly, (some other demons might have this listed as a negative), was that Dolly Parton’s hit song “9-5” constantly played on repeat in the background over the corporate intercom. Personally, Dio found it extremely invigorating to listen about “climbing the corporate ladder” and “fighting the man” while slowly plunking away at his emails. It was during Dolly’s refrain of “I swear sometimes that man is out to get me” one morning that Dio received an email from his upper manager, Belphagor, marked URGENT: JOB PENDING. Seeing as the last time he had checked, Dio did have a job and it was with the Plague Division (under the Chaos Branch of Hell), he found the title of the email to be extremely unnerving.
By Kat5 years ago in Journal
Terms of Service
“Thea, Ansen, Bracken! I’ve got another one that needs your help!” Darcy Coles clicked and hung up the speakerphone at her desk. TalkBox Media Group owned the entire third floor of a reclaimed lumber house between Seattle and Portland. Urban hipster meets forest chic was on-brand for them. Darcy was training as their first full-time tech support staff and it was a challenging first day.
By Horace Wheatley5 years ago in Journal
Headlines, Yes...But--
Once upon a time, many moons ago, I took a Journalism class. Yes, I did. It’s true. It was taught by Bill Duncan at Green River High School, if you care. He taught me a lot, but one lesson has stood out in my memory all these years, and it was all about the importance of a good headline. (Credit where credit is due–Thanks, Mr. Duncan!)
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Journal
6 reasons why it sucks to be a writer
My, oh my, why couldn’t I be an accountant? or a banker? … or a freaking lawyer? My last 3 posts on Vocal are all about how thanks to falling in love, becoming an immigrant and COVID-19 I re-discovered myself as a writer. However, I'd say that for a long time I was afraid to even call myself one because I was too scared of what people will think. Why? Let's be honest, being a writer or any kind of artist doesn't necessarily mean that you have a job. It just means that for some unknown reason you love sharing your mind and soul with the rest of the world and hope to get money from it.
By Martyna Dearing5 years ago in Journal
Vocal Virgin
So this is it. This is my chance to get things out of my brain and ultimately, infecting yours instead. You're welcome. I do not have a genre. I write what comes to mind. Sometimes I journal. Sometimes I create short stories. My short stories might be created for a young audience or a mature audience. It just depends on my mood. I also will write in first-person viewpoint and third person. So you can’t really take me too seriously. It could be a total work of fiction even though I am using “I” and “me”.
By Kat MayKnow5 years ago in Journal
Jim
Every prolific story starts with some words. Every story of any kind starts with words in fact. One day three letters of the alphabet, I, J and M congregated together in a bureaucratic board meeting to deliberate on something very important. That important thing was the following question.
By Caleb Mitchell5 years ago in Journal
Content Spew from a Disillusioned Twenty-Something
Some background. I’m Steven. Hello. I graduated this past May from Susquehanna University with a degree in Creative Writing and Theatre Studies, into a decimated job market and $20k in debt. As my degree might hint at, I write. Plays, mostly. Some essays. Some short stories. The beginnings of novels. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the job market right now, I fear my degrees in the creative field might not be as lucrative as I led myself to believe.
By Steven Christopher McKnight5 years ago in Journal