Author Archives: Susan

Tossed around the idea of resurrecting the old Narratives Tunxis Writers Group with Jim yesterday, but in the meantime, for anyone interested, attached below is the introduction flyer to the newly forming writers group under the Fine Arts Connection of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

To expand a bit on the notion brought up in the class notes, I would think that there is a balance–not a compromise–that a writer may wish to strive to achieve in his writing, and that is one that is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I once belonged to an online critique group.  I gradually left the group because except for just one or two members, they appeared to be tied in to the beginning rules of writing, adamant about sticking to them and disdainful … Continue reading → Continue reading →

An example (one of many) of editing out unnecessary information: Old version: “Well it must work.” It was what he had to say because twelve days out of a yearcouldn’t overcome the influence of the others. These days he treaded … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Even the submitting doesn’t halt the editing process.  While I’ve naturally saved a copy of the piece as submitted for class workshop, I’ve gone ahead and done some rewriting on my own.  Hopefully I’ve already picked up on some of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Was a bit strange to write straight narrative, to keep typing have it automatically run onto another ‘page’ rather than visually gauge what size limitations a Writing Space in hypertext may offer. (They can go on as long as you … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Finished a story that I started just the other day and turned it in for workshop.  Did my best to catch things as they were written but I’d really consider this a first draft.  Won’t say what I’ll be working … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Odd indeed, the way a story rolls itself out. The scene could have been from battle, though I vaguely thought it could have been a camping trip gone bad.  Instead, the beginning of the ending–which is told at the beginning–seems … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Appropriately coming right after Carver’s Cathedral and our discussion of the blind man, we find we can take heart that in this audio-visual world of today’s story, there are still new possibilities open for the lowly writer: Porn for the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Here’s the story developing: The night rumbled as if dark was a sound.  A slight breeze blew from no particular direction.  It carried a pale scent of smoke.  A wood fire sort of smoke.  He forced himself onward through the … Continue reading → Continue reading →