Our writers’ Conference for 2015 will be held at Missouri University at the Student Center in partnership with Mizzou Publishing. Save the date for Saturday, November 7 th from 8:30 to 4:30 pm, and register now to attend one of the four Tracks: Fiction, Non-fiction, Poetry, or Playwriting/Screenwriting.
Registration can be completed by both paper and online methods.
We are using Eventbrite to complete the purchase as a “ticket.” If you choose this method be sure you also fill out the registration form as well. Be thinking about whether you want to take advantage of the mentorship with written critiques for a sample of your work and/or a one-on-one 30 minute visit with a mentor for a specific track.
Quick Link to Registration
This Sunday is the Well Versed launch party from 2-4 at Unity Church. We hope to see you there.
Certificates and prize money will be awarded. We will have light snacks and the contributors will have the opportunity to read some of their work aloud (please keep selections to five minutes or less so everyone will have time to share if they choose to do so). And there will be time for mingling and book signing.
It will be a fun afternoon celebrating doing what we love. Please let me know if you have any questions. —Liz
You are cordially invited to the Launch of our annual anthology. Sunday, June 7th at 2:00 pm Unity Center, 1600 W Broadway, Columbia MO
Pick up your copy— your prize winnings and certificates—-sign copies
Enjoy as the authors read aloud their contributions to our publication!
There is no need to RSVP–just come!
Much Thanks to our dedicated SPONSORS who have subsidized the publication of our yearly anthology:
Rock Springs Review, Judy Stock
Compass Flower Press, Yolanda Ciolli
Mozark Press, Linda Fisher
Two Mules Editing, Von Pittman
Cost of the Cover, Liz Schulte
Congratulations to all!
1st Life Lines by Karen Mocker Dabson
2nd Marvin by Adria Waters
3rd Fortune Cookie by Terry Allen
Judge’s Choice So You Want To Be In The Moo-vies by Marcia Gaye
Going Postal by Deb Sutton
Hush by Liz Schulte
1st The Christmas Adventure by C.A. Simonson
2nd In Vino Veritas by Donna Volkenannt
3rd The Addict and Me by Kayla Nilges
Judges choice My Little Girl by Jimmy Capps
Ah, Kinder! by Donna Volkenannt
Shake the Sheets by Hope Longview
The LIEUTENANT COMANDER and Me by Jimmy Capps
Magic Hours by Judy Stock
Morning by Kayla Nilges
Haircuts by Candlelight by Lori Younker
What Have I Done? by Marcia Gaye
Farm Girl With Super Powers by Mary Rechenberg
The Gift of Leaves by Rexanna Ipock-Brown
The Dolphin’s Dance by Sheree Nielsen
1st A Cast of Thousands by Peggy Crawford
2nd Steadfast by Sheree Nielsen
3rd Where the Bodies Are Buried by Terry Allen
Judges choice Room 187 by Adria Waters
The Pair by Andrew Twaddle
Dark Night by Carol Buening
Erato by Frank Montagnino
Astonished by Gail Denham
Cruel by Hope Longview
Fairy Wings by Hope Longview
Hume by James Coffman
Falumping in Southern Michigan by James Coffman
Message in a Pie by Judy Stock
She Said Yes by Larry Allen
The Knee Pinch by Larry Allen
Never Say Never to a Four-Year Old by Marcia Gaye
Ireland by Marcia Gaye
An Ocean Haiku by Marcia Gaye
Road Art by Martin Turner
Wedding Announcement by Nancy Jo Cegla
Deceptions by Peggy Crawford
Memento Mori by Peggy Crawford
Star Gazing by Sheree Nielsen
On the Windswept Plains of 1879 by Terry Allen
On the Way to Mount Olympus by Terry Allen
1st The Parting Gift by Marcia Gaye
2nd Beating Boredom by Liz Davis
3rd Mary Ashford by Mike Trial
Judge’s choice Revenge by Retriever by Sylvia Forbes
Imagination by Anita Crews
Not the Rose You’re Looking For by Deb Sutton
The Caddy by Frank Montagnino
Leaving Home by Gail Denham
Recent Return by Hope Longview
The Girl With the Snake Tattoo by Jessica Ballard
MO-MO and the Spaceman by Jimmy Capps
Destination Retirement by Karen Guccione-Englert
The Wrath of Ambrosia by Karen Mocker Dabson
Robbery Protocol by Kit Salter
The Speeder by Liz Davis
Death’s Aftermath by Marlene Lee
Her Dream by Nancy Jo Cegla
Chesapeake Bay Capers by Phylis Warady
My First Deer, and My Last by Stephen Archer
re are the leaders and locations for the April 12th 2:00 pm GENRE Round Table Event in lieu of our normal meeting in the month of April. I hope many jump in at the last minute and attend the discussion groups! These are all in Columbia.
Rexanna’s home (573-289-7265) at 4307 Champlain Court, Columbia
Suzanne Pautler (573-356-7016) is the leader at a table in the cafeteria at HyVee on Nifong.
Larry Allen is the leader at Peg Crawford’s home at 555 N. Murray Lane, just 4.6 m up Route E/Stadium to find out the DIRECTIONS to her home due to bridge construction….email peg at firstname.lastname@example.org
Marlene Lee (212-316-0434) Margaret Maginness, Carrie Koepke invite you to join them at a table in the cafeteria at HyVee on Nifong also
Deb Crews (573-356-4403) is the leader at 2910 Bluff Creek Drive, Tiger Place, Classroom near the Entrance, Columbia
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“I’ll be right down, Mom,” he called. “You’re going to love it.”
* * * *
“You didn’t really expect me to stay forever, did you?”
Kurt glanced up. She hadn’t even tried to keep the scoffing tone from her voice. He looked down at his work-weary hands, the dry knuckles cracked open from days spent outside hammering, sawing, building this damn house from the ground up. For her. He turned his hands over, picking at a hard callous on his palm. They used to be the soft, agile hands of an accountant. Now, they were wretched and knobby, like the harsh Montana wilderness outside the unfinished wall. He cleared his throat.
“I think it’s time for you to leave, Angie.”
“Why are you looking in that drawer?”
“Uh…I’m looking for a pen.” He stumbled a bit, closing the ornate door of the antique cabinet. She crossed her arms and stared at him with narrowed eyes. He froze.
“There’s a pen and paper on the counter,” She said, pointing.
“Thanks.” He slowly walked, his eyes never leaving her, in the direction of her outstretched finger. He had known better than to snoop, but he couldn’t help himself. He grabbed the supplies, holding them in front of his chest. The silence held them both still.
“Found what you need?” She asked.
“I did,” He answered.