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Friday, January 23, 2015

Kudos to our writers

The North Carolina Writers' Network describes North Carolina as the "writingest" state. Maybe we should name Chatham/Lee counties as the writingest area, for we have an abundance of talent.  Following is a listing of some of our members' accomplishments this past  year.  I'm sure there are others of which I am not aware

Michele Berger:  "Invisible Son", a short story, published in Flying South;  " Ode to Shari Belafonte in her Calvin Klein jeans" and "Jackie's Feathers, 1982"  poems published in Glint Literary Journal;  "Urban Wendy"  flash fiction and "Here, Fortune Cookie" poem  published in Red Clay Review; "Grinding Disney #2" poem , third place winner in Science fiction Poetry Association's Poetry Contest;  "Navigating the Man-cession, A Gen-Xer's Journey" , creative non-fiction published in Flying  South.

Julie Fortenberry:   Published a picture book, The Artist and the King written and illustrated by Julie.

Tara Lynn Goth:  Poem  "Tea Time at Loch Ness" selected by Associated Artists of Winston-Salem to create two poetry-inspired sculptures in downtown Winston-Salem.

Norma Hawthorne:      Now a regular contributor to Minerva Rising Women's Literary Journal.
Laura Herbst:     Winner of the 2014 Doris Betts  fiction Prize. The winning story "The Cliffs of Mobenga" will be published in The North Carolina Literary Review.  Also, Laura won the 2014 Rose Post Creative Nonfiction Award.

Judy Hogan:     Her s sixth poetry book  This  River: An Epic Love Poem  published by Wild Embers Press.

Linda Johnson:  Short story  "Happy Pills" published in the anthology Carolina Crimes: 19 Tales of Lust Love and Longing ; and short story "A Fresh One" published in the Red Clay Review.

Paul J. Joseph:                  Epublished his sixth novel Window in the Sky.

Ruth Moose:    Published her first novel Doing It at the Dixie Dew, which won the St. Martin's Press Best First Mystery Novel Award ; her story "An Historic Event in Heritage Hills" was a winner in the Great American Fiction Competition from Saturday Evening Post. 
Bud Rudesill:   Republished The French Lady's Cowboys on Kindle and in paperback; Published Treasure and Torment and The Fire and the Rose on Kindle.

Lynn Sadler:     Central Region Gilbert-Chappell Distinguished Poet, and is editor of Footnotes (Duplin County Historical Society) and two journals at Galloway Ridge; She writes a history column for the Chatham County Line; An essay "The Western Hero rides--and Rides Again" was published by Bluestem and is the Preface to her Tie One to That!--Stories in the Western Tradition coming from Trail Blazer Press. This year Finishing Line Press published her chapbook When a Poet Plays.

Carolyn York:   President of the North Carolina Poetry Society which takes up much of her time; she had articles and poems in Pine Whispers and E-Muse, in State Magazine during poetry month in April; and in the Old Mountain Press Anthology Waiting for Santa.

Our name "Writers' Morning Out" is a misnomer as we  actually meet at 1:00, but that was the name we gave our group when we started in 2009, and we never bothered to change the name when we changed our meeting time. We now meet in the Barley Lounge at The Carolina Brewery . Many members come early for lunch, and then we jump into the wonderful world of writing, sharing our thoughts, ideas and experiences.  

Coming up soon:  In March we will have our 5th Annual Ultra Flash Fiction contest.  In April, we will publish a poem a day on our blog in celebration of National Poetry month.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Writers' Morning Out

Pittsboro Writers’ Morning Out will meet Saturday, January  10,  2015, 1:00 PM.

Please note:  We are meeting at the Carolina Brewery in the Barley Lounge.  120 Lowes Drive, #100

Program:  Some do's and don'ts of publishing. Bring your experience to share with the group.

 All writers, any genre are invited. Come early and join us for lunch.

Are you looking for free contests to enter?  Try this site:
to see lots of opportunities.

See our blog: for times and places for readings and book signings in our area.

See the North Carolina Writers’ Network website for information about contests and submission opportunities:

Writers’ Morning Out is sponsored by the North Carolina Writers’ Network.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Merry Christmas

 However you might wish to say it

Feliz Navidad        Krisfeston      vroliik kerstfeest      Buon Natale

frohe Weihnachten      joyeux Noél      Bon Nadal      Feliz Natal

 Merikurisumasau      Maligayang Pasko     S Rozhdestvom

Kalá Christoúgenna      glaedelig jul     meli kalikimaka

Merry Christmas from the North Carolina Writers' Network.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Poetry Contest

Here is the winning entry in our 6th annual poetry contest.

Mary Barnard

An Auschwitz thin child, skin a redhead’s pale
most arms shoved against mine a healthy brown
next to weak-tea freckles and see-through hair.

My skin burned through lotion when anyone
remembered to put it on.  After the redness, blisters,
fire, my skin back to pale, milkier than ever.

Geesch,, get some sun strangers called out,
then laughed about how white my legs, so
I took to long skirts, long pants, knee socks or tights.

The six months of Wisconsin winter neutralized
the spectrum of skin shades, the low sun stripped
of potent Coppertone tan don’t burn rays.

I learned to love winter, when most of me
covered by bundles of clothing.  My cheeks,
just like everyone else’s, reddened by  cold.

Waking up to first snowfall, the rush
to the closet, a jumble of hooded snowsuits,
buckled boots, hats, mittens on a string.

The fingers got cold first, no matter how dense
the wool, then the toes, buried under layers
of sock, shoe, rubber boot with furry cuff.

That first step into virgin snow, falling into it,
licking it, rolling it into tight balls to stack
behind the wall of a mighty snow fort.

We took turns on sled, toboggan, flying saucer,
the big ones helping little ones with the ropes
to get us all back up the hill to go down all over again.

Even snowball fights, generally harmless,
slinging white spheres, that lucky
smatter on a cushioned back,

the tromped down whiteness
that made every yard a playground. 
The nuns told us in heaven we could have

whatever we want and I prayed, good I want
a tan.  But I want something else now, snowfall,
the kind that makes for equal footing.