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Another one of our own speaks at Osher Saturday Book Talk

Please consider attending Osher Saturday Book Talk on August 1st with one of member/authors Steve Weinberg as he shares about his writing career.

Where: Room D, 1907 Hillcrest Drive.
Details:  begin to gather for coffee (part of the $3 admission) and pastry (for sale) about 9:30 a.m. The introduction begins about 9:50. I’ll talk and take questions for an hour starting at 10.


—-Steve We

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Registration is now open for Show Me Writers: MASTERCLASS

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


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We Launch our annual anthology this Sunday, June 7th

2015 cover photo tentativeThis 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

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Thank you, SPONSORS!

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


Columbia Tribune

Two Mules Editing, Von Pittman
2015 cover photo tentative
Cost of the Cover, Liz Schulte

Robyn Byers

Marlene Lee


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Congratulations to all!

Flash Fiction      

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

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April 12th GENRE Round Table Event—Please join

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.

 Romance Writers:
Rexanna’s home (573-289-7265) at 4307 Champlain Court, Columbia

Short Works:
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

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

 Young Adult/Children’s:
Deb Crews (573-356-4403) is the leader at 2910 Bluff Creek Drive, Tiger Place, Classroom near the Entrance, Columbia 



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Proportion and Pacing: C.A. Simonson


“Baby boy’s jumpy today, huh?”

“Boy? You’re so sure, are you?” she smiled.

“I can hope. Well, supper smells delicious, Sweets. Sure glad I won the bet when I got you.” He winked.

Dol gave Ben a little push and giggled. “Benny Ryan! I’m surprised you’d think of that now,” she laughed. “You always know how to cheer me up. Go relax now. Supper is almost ready. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Ben turned to leave the room when he heard Dol gasp for breath. He whirled around in time to catch her before she sunk to the floor.

“Dol!” Alarm sounded in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Dol grasped her belly as another searing pain coursed through her body. “The baby…Benny. Help…” she gasped again, “it’s…too…soon.” She started to sob.

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Proportion and Pacing: Frank Montagnino


Cullen only dared raise his eyes from the tablecloth when he sensed the worst of his mother’s latest tirade was over.   She was still mumbling while clearing the dishes, but at least she wasn’t screaming at him anymore.

“Oh, I forgot,” he offered.  “I have something for you.”

Surprised, but still annoyed as usual, his mother turned from the sink.  “What is it?” she demanded.  “Some paper I have to sign?  Something that’s going to cost money?”

“No Mom, it’s a present.  It’s upstairs.  I’ll go get it.”

In his bedroom, Cullen reached up on the shelf in his closet for the shoebox his Dad had given him just before he left – and never came back.  He took off the lid and lifted out the cloth-wrapped object, a little surprised at its weight.  Carefully he peeled off the cloth exposing the old Beretta pistol his Dad had smuggled into the country when he came home from the army.  Cullen hefted the weapon and breathed in the unique smell of gun oil.  He was thinking about his Dad when the screech came from downstairs.  “Well?  I haven’t got all night, you know.  ‘Dancing with the Stars’ will be on any minute.”

“I’ll be right down, Mom,” he called.   “You’re going to love it.”


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Proportion and Pacing: Adria Waters


“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.”


– Adria