Writers Workshop

Why am I here

The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens

Why am I here? I ask myself one more time.

To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing.

But we write alone

So alone that we pay money to be around people who understand the solitude writing requires.

We hash out ideas

We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this

The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.

Maybe that’s why I’m there

To try and figure out what to do next.

Please Exist

There is a reason why you’re here

It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you

It would be silent

A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed

It would lack the chaos of us

Trees would fall into oblivion

I would fall into oblivion.

Without you,

there’d be no us

there’d be no poetry

You are the poetry

-Saschia

CampWrimo

I have decided to try out CampNanoWrimo. I lowered my word count to 10,000 words and I’m thinking that was a fabulous idea since I’m kinda lost where I am with editing my poems, screenplay, and whatever else I finally finished over the last year. Editing is no joke. I see now why they call it divine. Feels like it’s going to take a miracle to get through it all. Right now I’m just hanging around trying to figure out what I’m doing. So please bare with me on my erratic posting. Alas, I’ve joined a writing group at the public library which will hold me accountable so don’t worry. I’m going to figure this all out!

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New Project, New England Authors

I’ve started compiling a list of Famous Writers from New England! 

Still working on the list. But this is what I have so far. I’m proud to be from New England and live where so many great writers have lived. Thought I’d make page to show off my home.

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