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Tuesday, December 6th, 2005

Subject:This little piggy
Posted by:eggplantcurse.
Time:2:32 am.
Hello, here is a story from my childhood. The story involves an animal death so I thought I would just provide a link instead of posting it directly in the community.

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Thursday, February 10th, 2005

Subject:Writers group!
Posted by:lindalee_.
Time:2:02 pm.
Anyone in DALLAS or North Dallas (such as PLANO, FRISCO, RICHARDSON, ADDISON, etc)?!

If so... read on!

I've been facilitating a writing group since last May. The member base has dwindled due to people getting distracted or who are otherwise too busy.

What I want is to have a large enough member base so that approximately 8 people will come to every meeting. So, that means I need to gather new members!

Here is the community link...

If you are interested, send an email to friscoplanowriters at yahoo.com. Include some sort of writing sample-- just a couple of pages, please, so I can determine what type of writing you do and your skill level. And, let me know if you'd be interested in meeting every other Saturday for ongoing meetings. We usually meet at 1pm.

What I'm looking for is... people who would really be committed. I've had some problems with people not committing in the past and it gets really frustrating when I plan out a meeting and no one shows!

What sort of things do we do? Well we definitely exchange each other's writings for critique. If someone needs a piece critiqued right away, we'll do it on the spot... but I prefer to let people mull over pieces, and critique them away from the group. That way I think the writer gets more individualized critique and has a better chance of getting different ideas about his/her writings.

We also usually do some sort of writing exercise. Not your regular type of writing exercises, let me assure you! These tend to not be boring! Ha ha...

I incorporate music nearly every time. I've been told that it's a "touchy feely" kind of setting/feeling. Oh, and the meetings are at my home in Frisco.

So... if this sounds like something you'd be interested in, please send an email to friscoplanowriters at yahoo.com!


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Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004

Subject:Attention Writers!
Posted by:lindalee_.
Time:8:15 am.
One last reminder............

If you are in the DALLAS, TEXAS area read on!

I'm starting a writing group. The community is HERE.

You can join and participate even if you are not in the Dallas area.

Please go HERE to read the original post. If you are interested in becoming a committed member... email me at friscoplanowriters at yahoo.com so I can send you directions.

Our first meeting is THIS SATURDAY, June 26th, at 1pm, in Frisco.


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Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004

Subject:writing group
Posted by:lindalee_.
Time:10:23 pm.
so...... anyone else interested in the writing group?

lemme know!!
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Saturday, April 24th, 2004

Posted by:failingthrice.
Time:12:34 pm.
Last night my grandmother had a heart attack. She did not die, but she is currently at the hospital and we are on alert. I am not going to recount all of the health problems that have plagued my grandmother since October of last year, but there have been many. I am almost sure that she will come home soon, temporarily cured, until something her body tries some new form of sabotage. She's a "fighter". I think there is a civil war going on inside her. I do not see why she has to fight for much longer.

I would never want to be in her position. She is here in the USA with us, and there are only four of us. If she dies here, there will be very few people at her funeral. Plus, we do not have the money to spend on a casket and a hole in the ground. I think it's wrong to charge for a hole in the ground. When my uncle died in Minas, we had him buried in a public, gov't owned cemetary. I've never seen such a huge cemetary. Thousand and thousands of people, and each plot was designed for three wooden caskets. They stacked them on top of eachother. At the time, I thought this was wrong, too. I still do. They buried him and told my mother that in three years he would be disturbed from his sleep to be cremated, because they were always running out of space. It was policy. Unless, of course, my mother paid an extra R$500. We did not pay, and three years later we got a letter saying his body had been disposed of.

Well, we should send my grandmother down to Recife, to die and be buried in Recife where her mother is buried and her grandmother is buried. But nobody wants to take care of my grandmother. There is no amount of money that can pay for someone to have to tolerate the poor woman. She wasn't always like this. But people only care about how she is now.

There is all that, and the fact that I'm still aching for a man who believes me to be Bringer of the Plague (a title I am hesitant to discard without further investigation). One day, far into the future, I'm going to find all of this rather comical.

Hi, I'm new.
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Friday, March 5th, 2004

Posted by:raelanenillusia.
Time:11:46 pm.
There's a new community out designed for writers. Basically, it's where writer's can advertise their communities, or for those writers that are wanting to search for a particular type of writing community. Think of it as a writing community message board, because you can also post news about your writing community there as well.

It's called writer_ads_news, so take a look at it if it interests you. ^_^
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Sunday, December 21st, 2003

Subject:Off-topic: Please describe your job to help others choose one.
Posted by:risingearth.
Time:1:52 am.

I just started a new community, aboutmyjob, where I invite all of you to post your thoughts about your current or past jobs. I'm hoping my community will help young people to answer that very difficult question "What do I want to be?".

Please check out the description via the link above. If you want to post, there's no need to join the community, you can do so right away.

Thanks in advance for sharing, and helping.
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Friday, October 3rd, 2003

Posted by:lesliemae.
Time:9:53 am.
Some say that Estuardo will don a Spanish accent for the ladies, telling them of far off places like Ondur-ass. Women love his charm, his foreign appeal, and his vulnerable eyes. To me, he is just a guy from Winnipeg. I hear no Spanish accent and when I got into his car early Tuesday afternoon there was no charm just a scatterbrained, self conscious man.

Both Estuardo and I have newly moved to Toronto, Ontario. Two small city Canadians thrown together into one extra large city. Previous to getting into his car, we had never met before, and as I sat in the front seat I noticed that he had tacked up a air freshener tree with a piece of gum. The scent of wild cherry emanating off the tree was overpowering as he apologized profusely for not understanding how the tree was to remain partially in the bag. I found myself more intrigued by the gum tacking the tree to the dashboard, when my door flew open and Estuardo was at my feet picking little peices of gravel off the car mat. On his knees and apologizing again for the dirt in his car.

He jumps into the driver's seat, throws the car into reverse and rams smack into the car behind us. This one experience sums up Estuardo, to the scent of wild cherry.
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Thursday, August 14th, 2003

Subject:A Family Story--II
Posted by:lucretius.
Time:2:23 am.
My maternal Grandmother was a different kind.

She lived in a lumber camp much of her youth, in a tent with a dirt floor. When she got a few boards to put down over the mud, she felt she had moved up in the world considerably.

Her own grandmother had been a Cherokee Indian, but never mentioned it. It wasn't something you admitted, then.

She would have nine children, seven of them by her husband. My father would never forgive her for the other two. She never forgave anyone but her own children anything, that I know of.
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Wednesday, August 13th, 2003

Subject:A Family Story -- I
Posted by:lucretius.
Time:2:59 pm.
My great-grandfather was a sporting man.

He had a lot of money--his father was wealthy, and owned a sizable spread of fertile farmland. His father would give thousands of dollars (in money of a hundred years ago) to buy the children toys, the wives dresses and furniture. The picture I have of the family is well-dressed, professional, my great-great-grandfather patriarchal and bearded, his sons wild looking and well-groomed (some resemble Jack Kennedy in an odd way, to me), his daughters thin and nervous.

My great-grandfather had a blooded horse he only rode on Sundays, a habit of gambling that would eventually ruin him (the great depression aided and abetted), a habit of whoring, and a full-time mistress.

My great-grandmother, when she could no longer ignore these goings on, decided she was going to die.

She went about it with great deliberation--gathered the family around her, took to her bed, mentioned no cause, pronounced her upcoming death. She'd been feeling poorly.

She stayed in bed for a whole year, pining and wasting. Everyone thought for certain she was a goner, or if they had their suspicions otherwise, they kept it to themselves. I imagine her friends were sympathetic, for a while at least.

She didn't die. Her body refused to give out. She was relentlessly healthy, and no amount of wishing and willing would make her heart stop, no matter how hard she tried.

History does not record what the children thought, or who was feeding them. Servants were possible.

Her husband remained recalcitrant. He was what he was, and no dying wife, especially one so healthy, could make him anything else. Whether he felt bad about this fact is likewise not recorded. He continued on about his business, as far as I know.

Eventually, my great-great grandmother rose from her bed, and quietly got back to the business of living.

Such as it was.
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Posted by:lucretius.
Time:2:55 pm.
I'm writing a biography, currently.

Well, sort of--I'm writing the stories of a number of readings--what happened when five different people read the same book, how they understood it, why they understood it that way, and how it changed their lives.

In order to pin this down, I have to understand how they read, and in order to do that, I have to understand, basically, who they were and how they thought, both in general and about themselves.

This is not so easy as one might suppose.

While some of these people were famous enough to have some biography or memoirs written about them, and others wrote autobiographies or notes towards them for various reasons, otherwise, these people are a handful of letters, some critical writings, maybe a few photos and mentions in other people's journals or letters.

I've been finding that I am able to understand someone's life in proportion to how like that life is to mine. Insight is hard to come by, and sympathy is the key. I share some traits with the people I'm writing about, some experiences (very few) some intellectual background with a few of them (despite them being nineteenth-century types).

Still I'm faced with understanding a man who fought a running battle with Indians for two days, then later lost all of his toes, lost in the mountains, hunting for a silver mine (his companion at the time died). A man who later became a doctor, who believed that Bacon wrote Shakespeare's plays and that mankind was evolving towards a utopia in which all people would be conscious of their connection to the universe.

He was an asylum keeper, who ordered genital surgery on inmates to keep them from masturbating (implanted wires). At the same time, he virtually worshipped a poet who espoused sexual freedom, wrote extensive passages celebrating his genitals, and was largely considered insane. He invested all of his extra money in a water-meter scheme that never made a dime, thought air travel would eliminate cities as he knew them, and had more children than I can keep track of.

See the connections?

I'm working on it.
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