Friends

I was going to write a nice little instructional blog today all about grammar and writing, then a friend did something that changed my mind. My friend posted my cover art and blurb on his blog. (See: http://ikeaugustin.blogspot.com). Ike is an incredible guy whom I've never met.

Huh?

I've known Ike for a little more than ten years. We *met* in an on-line writer's workshop that had rather strict rules. When Ike's mother was murdered, he naturally sent a line to the group telling us what had happened and several of us responded with comments. We were slapped on our collective wrists for breaking the rules of the workshop and not talking about writing. So what did we do? We moved out and formed our own group - one with very few rules (no spamming, no flaming, etc.). Writingchat has ebbed and flowed over the years, growing and shrinking as members joined and others left. A small core of us remain. We are from all over the U.S. and one in Austrailia. Our works run the gamut of award winning sf writer (A.K. Bedford), articles specializing in sports, computer manuals and cyber crime manuals, short stories, horror, articles and patterns for embroidery, beautiful postcards photographed by one member, and so much more. We are a very diverse group. And we are very close even though few of us have ever met. Together, we've survived births, deaths, marriages, good times and bad. We may not post much anymore - like any group of friends, we pretty much know each other rather well by now, but we still keep in touch. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

So, to all the gang at http://www.writingchat.com, a huge thank you for being such an important part of my life.

Today's teaser: In one minute, list all the things you can think of in a mini-mart. Now write a scen using those items but have it take place somewhere else - not in a mini-mart.

Thought for the day: "No writer was ever born published." - John Martin