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Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Writers' Morning Out Saturday, Nov. 16

Please join us Saturday, November 16 to hear a discussion about why it is important for writers to understand, control, and use such terms as: log-line, TV-Guide synopsis, elevator pitch, query letter plot summary, back-of-book blurb, synopsis (100, 200, 500 words) and surrounding meta-data.

“Book Meta-Data: How to Maximize its Creation,”  by Rick Bylina.

1:00 pm  (though many come early for lunch and conversation)
Greek Kouzina
964 East Street
Pittsboro, NC

Monday, October 14, 2019

Writer’s Morning Out

Writers’ Morning Out will meet Saturday, October 19, 1:00 at Greek Kouzina.

The program is Slush Pile Live. Imagine you are a publisher. It’s 5:00 on a Friday afternoon. You would much rather be at Happy Hour or on the golf course. Instead you are looking at a pile of submissions which you must read and either accept for possible publication or reject. Because of the circumstances you are somewhat biased against acceptance. But, you have to read at least enough to make a decision.

Members will submit one page, any genre, with no identification. Only our reader will know name of the author. Our panel of experts will read the submission, and signal whether they will consider accepting it or give their reason for rejection.

Our reader will read the submission aloud so the group can hear what the panel is reading.

This will be our third year to play this game.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Writer’s Morning Out

Chatham/Lee Writer’s Morning Out will meet Saturday, September 21, 1:00 PM at Greek Kouzina. Come early and have lunch and discussion with other writers.
The program is “Why Consider Small Press Publishing” by Ross White, executive director of the Bull City Press, an independent publisher of poetry, fiction and non-fiction. Ross, a published poet, has been with BCP since 2006, and teaches grammar and poetry at UNC-Chapel Hill.

Saturday, August 17, 2019


The winner of the 2019 Ultra Flash Fiction contest is Judith
Stanton. Here is her award-winning entry.

Life’s a tale you write as you go.

Or so said Gran, the old witch. Who knew what she saw, what lay in the way; the then, the now, the what would be.

For me, who loved her, and the tall pole beans she grew out back, and the wild red rose in her front yard where the red oaks soared high as the house.

I lived there all my life, a child so young, so lost, nine,ten, and no one there but me to hear and Gran’s son in his bare shirt and jeans. 

Paul, his name was Paul.
He lived his life inn a spare room off the porch.
“I don’t want to live like this,” he once growled at me.
I was a child and did not know what to say.
“She locked me up and kept me here,” he said.

Chills crept down my spine, but man, you can’t make these things up. My Gran could not have been a witch, could not have locked him up.

Then one day at the crack of dawn, Mom and Dad loomed at the foot of my bed, heads sunk in a new dark place, and said, “Paul’s dead.”

“What?” I asked, in shock and doubt.
Paul dead? He talked to me, had been my friend.
“And how?”
“And why?”
They could not say.

But that I learned he took Gran’s old Ford truck and all the wrongs he’d held close to his chest and broke through the barbed wire fence and rolled down the slope to the pond.

Drowned and dead, and not one word to me, his friend.
Life is a tale, Paul’s voice said in my head.
You get to end it when it’s time.

As for Gran, who’d locked him up, she cried.


Friday, June 14, 2019

Gran Mer’s Gift

This is an example of an Ultra Flash Fiction from several years ago. It is 248 words. There is an error in it.  Can you find it?

Gran Mer’s Gift

Gran Mer was mad.  Joe Bob gave her that name. He could not say her real name so this one stuck.
“Dang nab it, sun says it’s past noon. If they ain’t here then they don’t eat.”
‘Bout that time Pap and Joe Bob came up. She went out on the stoop. Pap looked at her with a big smile on his face, and said “Gran Mer you look mad as a wet hen.”
“I am. Past noon and you ain’t here to eat so I throwed it out.”
“Gran Mer we’re late ‘cause we went to town.”
“There’s work to be done. How come you run off to town?”
Pap laughed. “Gran Mer don’t you know what day this is?”
“Course I do. Tuesday.”
“Well,Gran Mer, it’s the third of May, the day you and Gran Pap were wed. So we got you a gift.”
“Don’t need no gift.  Need you to be here on time. What kind of gift?”
Pap took out a small box and and placed it in Gran Mer’s hand. “You told me that Gran Pap did not have a ring when you was wed. Crops have been good and I saved a bit. We got you this ring. It has yours and Gran Pap’s names wrote on it.”

Gran Mer took out the ring. She did not read well but she could make out the names. “Dang nab it, you done made me cry. Food’s on the stove.”


Ultra Flash Fiction (UFF) Contest Rules: Open to NCWN members or WMO members living in Chatham/Lee County.
Submission guidelines: Any subject. Can’t exceed 300 words, including the title. Only one syllable words allowed. (Contractions pronounced as one syllable are okay. E.g., I’m, I’d, I’ve, can’t, won’t, don’t, Also, possessives pronounced as one syllable: Joe’s, Ann’s, Kate’s etc.). Tenth yearly contest. Use your wordsmithing skills to make every word count.
Blind judging: Your name shouldn’t appear on the story page. Include a cover page with name, title, word count and email address. Send MS and cover page as .doc or .txt attachments to: by July 31st. By submitting an entry, you are assumed to be granting us one-time reprint rights. This is necessary so we can legally post the winning story to the blog. If you do not wish a winning entry to be so posted, just let us know.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019


Chatham/Lee Writers’ Morning Out meets Saturday, June15, 1:00 PM at the Greek Kouzina.  Come early to enjoy good food and discussion with other writers.