Friday nights on this site are like a new club in town"it’s
on and poppin’!
Love reading the talent here: it’s inspiring, wistful, encouraging, and
sometimes downright sad. It’s exciting
to see so many young writers who can mix it up with the best of the old dogs. Youngbloods, keep writing.
I am learning to appreciate poetry in all its many
forms. Even dabbed a little myself, but
by no means, am I a poet. Unless I don’t
know it…(ya’ll saw what I did there, right?)
I will try again, but for now, I think I’ll just read and learn.
I appreciate all of you who have read my work. I know I seem to have no one voice: a little girl caught in Katrina’s flood waters,
a superstitious heroine, a folksy Grocer who remembers and keeps the tales of
his neighbors, a sentient bridge, a philosophical essay on purpose…don’t be put
off by any one piece " try another, it’ll be different and maybe more to your
liking. Just read…it’s what all authors
need, and I’m no different.
I’m trying to read new or un-reviewed posts hoping to
encourage anyone who is brave enough to put it out there. That can be a little unnerving in the
beginning, but when you get encouragement and constructive critiques, it
becomes easier and soon becomes easy as air.
It’s one thing when your friends and family tell you that your writing
is good, but you know it comes from a place of love and contrarily we tend to
not trust that. When a stranger tells
you the same thing, you feel validated. Artists
are so conflicted…
Well, I’ve more reading to do, and insomnia is my friend,
tonight, so I’ll be around for a little while this fine Friday night at the
Writer’s Café " where the stories are hot and the poetry is delicious.