Membership Chair – Debbie Cutler
Debbie Cutler has more than 20 years experience as a writer, 16 of those as a magazine editor. She has published hundreds of articles in dozens of magazines, the majority of those in Alaska where she lived for 29 years before moving to Columbia in 2013 to be closer to family.
Dear Members and Friends,
We will meet this Sunday March 8th for Critiques. All are welcome to join in by sharing your writing (poetry/prose). We will meet at our normal time of 2:00 pm in the Friendship Room (dining hall). We’ll dedicate a full 1 1/2 hours to the process.
Can’t wait to meet up with you.
Dear Guild Members,
Due to the weather concerns, we will stay home near the fire and write! We will try to have our next guild meeting on March 8th or 15th, so watch your INBOX on that regard.
Again, no guild meeting tomorrow, March 1st at Unity. See you soon.
Meet up at our Facebook group and let us know what you are working on I’ll bring chocolate for everyone to guild meeting IF ten new people post what they are writing or a comment about their own personal writing journey….offer holds for tomorrow, Sunday, March 1st only! ha ha.
CCMWGuild President 2015
MARCH 1st— CRITIQUE SESSION
–Bring 5 copies for your group to read. If you are in a group that emails your work ahead…try to do that 1-2 weeks ahead of time. Let’s keep the business part SHORT!
APRIL 12th (note 1st week of April is EASTER)
Genre Round-table discussion groups around the city/region. Watch for LEADERS, GENRES and LOCALES! Three of the Officers of the board will be at the Missouri Guild Leadership Conference…Everyone else picks up the slack!
MAY 3rd SPEAKER: Keija Parssinen at http://keijaparssinen.com/
Author of Ruins of Us, and new release The Unraveling of Mercy Louis Discusses with us in an informal setting the journey of the author as researcher. Does she write for herself or for us? Come and hear for yourself!
Frank Montagnino demonstrates the “close 3rd” for us with his entry below:
Melissa couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was the last thing she thought about at night and the first thought she had in the morning. It even invaded her dreams taking on different forms – most more horrible than the thing itself.
She had thought about it all the way to work despite stopping at the cleaners, the pharmacy and even while smiling at Nate, the doorman at her building.
In fact, the only time she hadn’t thought of it was the instant she stepped off the elevator when she realized that Nate was the third person she had met that morning.
Dear Members of the Columbia Chapter of the Mo Writers Guild:
We are happy to announce that we just held an audit of our financial situation and the recommendations are included here. The Board will take the recommendations given by Bob Ackermann into account as we meet in the near future. As well, Suzanne our treasurer has made a proposed budget that we can work from and make decisions as we go into the new year of 2015 and beyond.
2015 CCMWG President
CCMWG 2014 Audit Notes
CCMWG has a FaceBook Group– way to connect in the moment. all members are welcome
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Joni trips on the step as she enters Murdock Funeral Home. She passes Michael Murdock who flashes her a large plastic smile. Joni does not respond.
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Twenty or more children stood in rows on a raised platform at the east end of a long room. When the front row had undergone adequate scrutiny, as indicated by nods from the woman and man on the sofa, three teachers stepped up onto the stage and directed the children in the front row to return to the back while the second row stepped forward. Wave upon wave, the rows of children rhythmically replaced themselves.
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