Writing Prompts for October 2016

Each week on our Facebook page, we have writing prompts in a feature called Writing Prompt Wednesday. For those who do not have Facebook, here are the prompts from October 2016.

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10/5/16: Writing Prompt Wednesday – Outside the Window

10/12/16: Writing Prompt Wednesday – Unrequited love

10/19/16: Writing Prompt Wednesday – Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now.

10/26/16 Writing Prompt Wednesday – Who’s dancing and why are they tapping those toes?

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Book Signing Lessons #supportlocalauthors

Lessons Learned

Last week, Writer’s Guild member Connie Terpack went to Laurens, SC to attend the book signing for John P. Faris, Jr. He has published a book entitled We’ll Do It Tomorrow.

She said that she the importance of delegating when preparing for the book signing.

She stated, “For most of my signings I did everything.”

However, from her observations at this book signing, the lesson was learned that when you let family and friends help out, it allows you as the author more time to engage with prospective readers.

It is a good idea for all of us to support other local author book signings. Plus it helps us all learn best practices when we have our own signing events.

Thanks Connie for sharing!

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Connie pictured with John P. Faris

Poem: The Witch’s Wedding – by Gwen Murtha

The Witch’s Wedding

The witch’s fingers trembled, so instead she whispered.

Her soft breath carried the needle and thread through the unseen cloth

Stitching the dress together so it hugged her tightly.

A second skin it was, but invisible

Like the emperor’s suit, but real.

The dress was both weapon and shield

It held her body safe from the brilliant embers leaping from her roaring fireplace.

She was safe from slings and arrows

And from the man sitting to her father’s right

In the hall of the forest king.

But the imperceptible thread could unravel itself

And the last thing that man would see

As the thread snaked up his arm to reach his throat

Was her naked body. His imaginings made flesh.

From her father’s hall she heard the man call for her

Voice smooth, strong, and unsuspecting:

Was she dressed? Was she ready?

The wedding gown slipped off the corner of her bed to the floor

Just as she pulled the last stitch of her undetectable armor tight.

She was not dressed, but she was ready.

Copyright @2016 by Gwen Murtha