I told you last week that my writing club will soon be celebrating 100 years of writing. And we’re doing a few things leading up to that day.
In honor of this occasion, we just published our second anthology: Prose Colored Glasses, It’s available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BCZNGYJR/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3AB5AEM3124AL&keywords=Prose+Colored+Glasses+book+Enid+Writers+Club&qid=1662258709&sprefix=prose+colored+glasses+book+enid+writers+club%2Caps%2C114&sr=8-1 .
The Enid Writers Club will be one hundred years old in January of 2023. The club was founded on the Phillips University campus by University Professor Roy J. Wolfinger. There have been many changes in one hundred years and now the club is more than just college students from Professor Wolfinger’s classes. Our group encompasses all age groups, skill levels, and genres. We aim to share our passion for writing and learn more about its aspects. We hope to continue for the next one hundred years helping writers become better writers.
The Enid Writers Club was one of two clubs that created the Oklahoma Writers’ Federation, Inc. more than 50 years ago and we are still an affiliate of that group. OWFI has a conference annually in Oklahoma City and invites writers, publishers, editors, and agents from around the country to present programs to potential writers of all age groups. Many participants have become published authors because of this annual weekend.
To help celebrate this occasion, we have put together this anthology of some of our work. We work diligently to create and help each other produce the best work we can. The tremendous raw talent that encompasses the club is polished with the help of other members. Please enjoy this labor of love and help us celebrate one hundred years together while looking through Prose Colored Glasses.
Sixteen of my favorite authors came together to bring you some of their best works. Check it out and curl up with a good book.
What are you reading/writing this week?
I’ve been a member of the Enid Writers Club for about 13 years. We are a small but mighty group; people who are interested in improving their writing and enjoy being with like minds. Best of the best.
My oldest granddaughter flew in from Colorado this week to visit family. We’re thrilled to see her. My daughter’s side of the family will meet for dinner at her house, and I was asked to bring my mother-in-law’s Cream Cake. It is a favorite of the granddaughter’s.
It’s Sunday and time for another blog! I thought we might talk a little about writing this morning. There are many aspects of storytelling, but one that stands out is always the perfect first line.
I attended Enid’s Fly Film Festival
It’s raining in Oklahoma! And finally cooling down those intense temperatures. I looked out the front door and saw a large garter snake on the sidewalk trying to get out of the flooded flowerbeds that were cracked and dry last week. Hard to blame him. But rainy weather is a good time to write, and I’ve been working on my third novel on Sandhill Island. I’ll work some more on that today.
A few weeks ago, I got a message about the death of Jim Christina of The Writers’ Block online radio show on LA Talk Radio. Jim had become a friend over the years as he interviewed me several times when I had a new novel published. “Let us know when you have a new book, we’ll talk,” he’d say. I believed him and emailed them with a new publication and was always welcomed. Hopefully, I didn’t overstay my welcome. But he always made me feel at home.
It’s the dog days of summer! It’s been a while since we’ve seen temperatures this high and I’m ready for fall.
I’ve been writing. I’m working on the third Sandhill Island novel and as always, I love being back there. It helps to soothe my need for the sea.
This week, following a 50th anniversary celebration, my husband had his third shoulder surgery. Yes, I said third, on the same shoulder—in a year. I guess the older you get the more your body refuses to heal correctly. The surgery didn’t hold the first time. His body reacted badly to surgery the second time and they had to quit before they could finish, and the third time was the charm, we hope. 













