THE ANTHOLOGY IS OUT!!!! The Enid Writers Club has published our first anthology in both e-book and paperback. It is a compilation of the thoughts and feelings of fifteen of our members. Titled The Warp and Weft of Things to show the weaving of intricate threads into a cohesive fabric.
In weaving, the weft is the term for the thread or yarn which is drawn through the warp yarns to create cloth. Warp is the lengthwise or longitudinal thread in a roll, while weft is the transverse thread. A single thread of the weft, crossing the warp, is called a pick.
These pieces were picked in 2016 from a multitude of writings the members had on their computers or in drawers secreted away for just such an event. Many have taken honors at Oklahoma Writer’s Federation, Inc., our local contest, or have been previously published and used with permission. This is our anthology of works of every kind, length, and nature.
These stories, poems, and memoirs from the members of the Enid Writers Club, weave a very intricate rug. A magic carpet that will transport you to places you’ve only dreamed about. Sit back and enjoy a little bit of the talent behind the pen of these writers as they weave a story you will not soon forget.
Check it out Amazon.com for The Warp and Weft of Things.
I made pesto today! I decided to quit letting the thigh high-basil go to waste. After all it worked so hard to come up from the seeds that fell from last year’s plants. Volunteers my mother-in-law would have said. I’d put it into salads and in marinades for meat but it grew back faster than I could use it. I offered it to friends. No one wanted the lonely little weed. 
Ethan was bored. Summer was for fun – and fun meant spending time with your friends. But he had no friends in the valley. Dad was trying to decipher the ancient writing on the runestone, and Ethan was trying to find something cool to do. Just another boring summer.
What would you do if you were one of the last remaining survivors on earth? What would you do if the person you were left to live with was not a friend; not someone you would have hung out with back in the day? What would you do if your last bra bit the dust leaving you to repair it with a safety pin? Would you face the danger of the empty shopping mall for the remnants of the lingerie department?
What makes a great beach read? It has romance? Suspense? Is a page turner? And as they say in the real estate world, Location, Location, Location! Secrets of Sandhill Island has all of those things.
I come from a long line of do-it-yourselfers. The wife and daughter of aircraft mechanics (they are a special breed, they can repair anything) and the mother of a self-made mechanic, we fix our own problems – normally. This time I drove the car to Northcutt Chevrolet where I bought it and they had me back on the road in about an hour.
This week I’ve been working on an anthology with my writer’s club. We are putting together a group of various writings from many of the members. And we are a varied group. That is what I love about us. Diversity is a wonderful thing and there is no better way to get to know these people than through their writing. 
I am grateful this week for reunions and the fact that I can still attend. I always hated my senior picture. My mom said, “Well, it looks just like you!” I hated that even more. But I posted it anyway to make a point. I am grateful to have made it this long.
I met my high school sweetheart at Enid High, we were married much too young but are still together after 44 years (you do the math). 
I still live in the same hometown and I am beginning to feel mortal. 
The vintage picture of my parents was taken on their wedding day. Dad was handsome and dashing (and a barnstorming dare devil), Mom the homebody. They made a good pair. I knew if I wanted my dad he would be in the garage restoring an Alpha Romeo Spider or building a pontoon boat if he wasn’t performing an annual inspection on someone’s aircraft. He didn’t own an airplane himself – he couldn’t afford it – but he loved to work on an engine and had secured every certificate the FAA offered except commercial pilot. He had a private pilot’s license and HAD to see if the plane flew correctly after his maintenance. I have no idea how many times I heard him say “Open her up and let’s see what she’ll do!” And he did.
I’m grateful this week to have talked with Jim Christina and Bobbie Jean Bell at L A Talk Radio’s The Writer’s Block. You can check out the interview at this link. 
Peggy Chambers "Views from the Hammock" site 