Members of a graduate level writing class, taught by Dr. Fred Tarpley during the spring o f 2009 at Texas A&M University-Commerce, chose to continue their growth in the field of writing. They formed the Silver Leo Writing Club. The goal is to edit their own works at monthly meetings. Members present both prose and poetry for copyediting and developmental editing.
The club meets at 1:00 p.m., each month at the Alumni building on the TAMU-C campus. Meeting dates vary according to editing need but are usually the second Tuesday. New members are welcome.
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Really enjoyed the meeting yesterday. Lots of good input and suggestions on my story about Billy Booster. Thanks for the help y'all!
The meeting on 29 September went like I had visualized they would go in the beginning. We are becoming more comfortable with how the system works; therefore, we don't turn every edit into Little Big Horn.
What we do is produce ideas for the writer's reference. (Why didn't I think of that before?)
Well, yeah Earl. That's what all good editors do isn't it? Now that you've pointed it out.
The writer comes up with this rough, way out, crazy story and the editors make suggestions and comments that help him/her tame the sucker down into something recognizable as a good story.
I know the parts of B. Booster that I have revised with y'alls help are much better.
On an entirely different note...These letters, words?, we have to type in to get our comments posted... some of them would make excelent names of charicters, places or such for some of my fiction writing. The one for this comment is kinda bland though.
"Dianda!" he called after her swiftly retreating back.
"Forget it, Ricardo! Just forget it! The whole idea is a bust. It'll never work!" She hissed spitefully when she paused to open the door.
It is obvious to me that Ricardo wants to grow maryjane on the south forty and Dianda wants no part of it.
These two can be anything, anyone, your little ol' hearts desire. Feel free to take them and run.
Those are the kind of things that can pop into my head at the least provocation.
Problem I have right now is Face Book, Farm Town and Farmville.
Earls imp has nothing on those three!!
Not only do they keep me from writing but they are adding on the pounds after only three days or so!!
Hey, Earl,
You are going to be at the TAMU-C homecoming tomorrow (Saturday) arn't you? Peggy and I plan to be there. She will be bringing copies of her book and I will be handing out old Lone Oak Newsletters and maybe selling the newer ones. When that's done we'll be heading out to Dallas for my Family Reunion.
Busy, busy Day!
Whoa! What's this! "Your comment has been saved and will be visible after blog owner approbal."??! When did that start?
At least I got a more interesting word to type in this time.
midwangs....hmmmm. Nothing comes to me right away. I'll just jot it down for later.
Hey, where are my last two posts?
Earl! This 'comment moderation' is a royal pain! How many folks might have posted comments but couldn't cause you were on vacation! I have collected some interesting 'words' from the word verafication thingy though. What can I do with neannum?
Hey, Earl! Is anyone even comeing to this blog anymore?! Or are we all over on facebook now?;) Oh, yeah, I am still writing down the neat letter combo's they give us to get our pearless prose posted...
-Neannum and Trona were picking foons in the eadoge when Allen Cruphey stopped to talk to them.-
- "Counc is looking for you both." he told them with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Neannum grimised as she straghtened then bent back with her hands on her back trying to streatch the kinks out. "What dose that old nobanc want now?"
{is this fun or what?}
Trona cocked her eyestalks at Neannum. Her antinni fell back over her shiny brown head for about the same reasons as the humans dog would sometimes lay back against his head. Neannum's eyestalks pointed up at the blue greenish sky above them before tuning back over his head toward the human.
"We hear you, Allen. We will go see Counc when we finish here. If the foons are not harvested before nightfall they could be eaten by the latne...as you well know."
Allen Curphy's lips thined at the reminder.
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Earl! Yo EARL!! Is anyone out there? Does anyone read this anymore?!
Hmmm. I've got a problem here. I've called Neannum both 'him' and 'her' though considering this is apparently some way out Sci-Fi Neannum could be both I suppose. Especially as they've been discribed as being somewhat insect-like. I must ponder this.
Happy urveryt.
A few of us just returned from Anadarko, OK in search of lore on the Caddo Indians. Had a productive trip. D. Bethea now has plenty of grist for his mill.
Here is the deal. I am just a smidgeon away from finishing my second novel. I am involved with the anthology. I am involved with the Silver Leos. I just happened on to some super material for my cousins military memoir that I wrote years ago. I mean super, but when will I find the time to do anything with it. I just stumbled onto a real-life serial killer and the cop who brought him to justice. The dude offed 15 people. I have a delightful story underway about my dog, Mulan. I wrote it years ago, but need to finish it. My memoir is on hold, waiting for me to take keyboard in hand once again.
In addition to the above, I have a life of sorts filled with grandkids, ballgames, and a nagging wife. I play golf or walk whenever I can to help with the health. What I would really like to do is write, read, and do emails.
Bottom line! I don't even have time to die.
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