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Clawson’s: A Historic Venue for a Storied Group
On December 18th, Carteret Writers will meet at Clawson’s Restaurant on the Beaufort waterfront. We invite current and prospective members to join us for food, drink, gifts, and community. Please bring a wrapped book for a white elephant gift exchange and your imagination for a community poem activity. Carteret Writers and Clawsons share a long history. Founded in 1983, Carteret Writers has engaged, nurtured, and connected local writers for over forty years. In the past, the group held monthly meet-ups at Clawsons, and we are excited to return to our old haunt for the December event. Ours is a
Three Lane Living
Recently, I shared a reflection on Facebook. I thought little about it afterward and went on with life, letting it slip into the background. Now, as I approach the final stages of publishing my book, Beach Nights and Blue Lights, these words have resurfaced, resonating with all I’ve been through since starting this writing thing. Writing this book was more challenging than I expected. From navigating the learning curve of actually writing the book to mustering the dedication to finish it, each step was an unanticipated journey. An even bigger leap came next: deciding to publish. The doubts crept
Making Time to Write
Making time to write is my quest. I would rather write hour after hour, but when that’s impossible, I steal snippets of time to make notes or write entire scenes. I’ve used the back of a grocery receipt, my bank statement envelope, or even a Taco Bell napkin- whatever’s handy. For normal people, consider getting up 30 minutes earlier or more to get the juices flowing. Look for times in the day when you can steal away to write. Planning a crock pot dinner reduces the stress of stopping to cook in the middle of my writing. I feel
Learning from Critique Groups
When I stood to read my assignment to my creative writing classmates, it felt edgy and a little bit ill-advised. I had never shared my writing with anyone, much less dared to read it aloud to a group of people I had just met. The laryngitis that remained after a bout of the Omicron virus made it even more difficult. I could not project my voice above a whisper, and my hands shook the pages, making it difficult to see the words. I was scared. Everyone knew that. It was obvious. This story-writing-reading-opening-to-being-critiqued happened in a creative writing class
Head Hopping
For the last few months, I’ve been mentoring a critique group that meets every Monday night at a local wine bar. The perfect location for the perfect Cabernet or Malbec and pleasant discussions about writing. Most of the members of the critique group are holdovers from my last creative writing class. Once the class was over, they surprised me by offering to pay me (real money) to run a critique group. I declined the cash but instead said that I’d run the group on one condition—that they critique chapters of the book that I was working on at the time. They
Member Blog Roll
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