Newsletter, February 2023
WGT Newsletter, February 2023
Message from the President
Hello writers,
It's been so long since I've seen any of you. Due to illnesses, I was unable to attend the December Holiday Party and January's meeting with Kathryn McClatchy. However, I'm finally back to full-health and am looking forward to attending this Monday's meeting.
I want to thank the other WGT Board Members (Alex Elfenbein, Gayle Franks, Tamara Warner, and Tiffany Seitz) for attending, planning, and running the meetings when I was unable to do so. It's great to serve on a Board with such supportive, hard-working people. (Side note: if anyone is interested in joining us, we have some Board openings, including Vice President. Contact us if interested.) Plus, I was surprised, but extremely grateful, when several of the long-time WGT members reached out to me via text or email to wish me well! I realized the WGT is like a family, and I'm fortunate to not only be a part of it, but to serve as its President. On that note, if any members have suggestions about anything WGT can improve upon in the coming year, please let me know.
The announcements continue below.
All my best,
David T Douglas
President, Writers Guild of Texas
Next Meeting: February 27th
This Monday's meeting will be on Zoom-only. We hope to return to the Richardson Library next month, but Zoom was the best option for our speaker this month.
WHEN: Monday, February 27 @ 7pm
TOPIC: "Writing Out of a Crisis" with Dr. Kerin Groves
DESCRIPTION: You've turned to writing to process feelings in a therapeutic manner in times of crisis, but have you considered the role crises or hardships play in your writing? How do you reorganize your writing life to get back on track? What about all of the experiences, new perspectives, and lessons learned while moving through a crisis? Can you use those in your writing? Is there a story hidden there that can help you stay motivated or enrich your writing?
You must register (via the WGT website) to receive the Zoom invitation.
Community Event
Breakfast, written and directed by one of my playwright friends, Pam C. Dudley, has two more performances this weekend at The Warehouse Living Arts Center in Corsicana, TX.
A few years ago, while running my playwright group, I had the privilege of hearing the early drafts of Breakfast, and I knew it was going to be a resounding success! So, I'm delighted the play received its World Premiere this weekend! Be sure to check it out, if you're able to make the drive down to Corsicana.
PLAY DESCRIPTION:
Breakfast is an award-winning intergenerational historical drama, set in Corsicana, Texas on the first day of school integration in 1970. With 17-year old Cora at the center, a series of interconnected, two person, one-act plays serve up the grits and grit of this small town coming of age story. Inspired by events in rural Texas towns.
REMAINING PERFORMANCES:
Saturday, February 25 @ 7:30pm
Sunday, February 26 @ 2:30pm (followed by a conversation with the playwright)
Submission Opportunity
I'm hoping to write a new story and enter this (Texas-based, horror) short story opportunity, and I wanted to share it with you all too. For more information, visit HellBound Books.
2022 Flash Fiction Contest
In recent years, the Kathryn McClatchy Flash Fiction Contest winning entries have been released in order from 1st Place to Honorable Mention. While in some previous years, the opposite has occurred. This year, I'm choosing to release the winners from Honorable Mention to 1st Place, simply because that's my preference. :)
Honorable Mention Award Winner:
"Hike Through the Woods"
by Ed Wooten
It was supposed to be a fun hike through the woods, but there must have been some “fine print” disclaimer about “fun” when I signed up for this venture.
“Hike through the woods” brings visions of a leisurely, relaxing walk through the shaded canopy of the trees.
I had been trying to get a date with today’s hiking partner for months. My visions and dreams of this day were made for the Hallmark Channel, and initially, all things were beautiful.
I had been trying to get a date with today’s hiking partner for months. My visions and dreams of this day were made for the Hallmark Channel, and initially, all things were beautiful.
The sun beamed radiantly in the bright blue sky dotted with an occasional puffy, white cloud.
My hiking partner was breathtaking. From her designer, cutoff jeans to her blouse that seductively covered her body to her beautiful, flowing hair, and the killer eyes that adorned her porcelain smooth face. The small picnic basket she carried provided a romantic foreshadowing of the wonderful meal and time we’d spend together at the top of the mountain.
Wow. Be still, my beating heart.
The nursery rhyme, “Over hill, over dell, we have hit the dusty trail” emerged from my memory. We didn’t hit a dusty trail, but every other scenario emerged: brightly lit paths; damp, musty caverns; dry rocks; slippery rocks; decaying tree trunks; and more.
While the phrase, “Behind every dark cloud is a silver lining” may be true, the reciprocal is also accurate: “In front of every silver lining is a dark cloud.”
I quickly discovered there was more sunlight penetrating the treetops than I had anticipated and within an hour, I could feel the tingle of a pending sunburn.
Not only did I not use sunscreen, but also no insect repellent.
Romantically, one envisions colorful butterflies fluttering in the air, gracefully gliding from plant to plant. Nope. Not hardly. From aggravating, minute gnats to mosquitoes the size of hummingbirds, I slapped my skin so often I anticipate bruises.
My charming date was bubbly with excitement and handled the trek along the trail with ease and grace. She named the various trees that we passed and she identified the numerous plants growing in the forest along the mountain slope. I could tell she enjoyed nature and was very familiar with all aspects of it.
I brushed away a plant that somewhat impeded our progress. She didn’t point out its name until after I touched it. Poison ivy. I should have paid more attention in high school during my forestry course in vocational agriculture or more recently during my horticulture class in college.
As we rounded a bend in the trail, I heard a shuffling sound emanating from the sparse vegetation near an ancient rock. The rattling sound became more intense as I searched for the source. Jake the Snake! Damn, I’d seen videos of snakes and some in the zoo, but never this close. Almost face to face. I’m not sure if snakes have ears, but if they do, I’m sure my shrill shriek ruptured this one’s eardrums. In an attempt to be chivalrous, I announced, “The serpent is gone. They retreat from loud sounds. I remember that from my Boy Scout days.” Not sure she accepted that answer, but she was gracious enough to not dispel it for the moment.
I discovered that wild bears do indeed poop in the woods and sometimes right in the middle of the path.
When we needed to navigate a slippery, rock formation, I extended my hand to assist her, a gentlemanly thing to do. As she gripped my hand I felt my ankles tingle. Love? No. Chiggers.
I now questioned my decision to wear sandals and forego socks.
Whoever said, “If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it….”, should have heard the sounds I made when a decayed tree discovered gravity and crashed loudly and without warning. I was so glad I was wearing my dark shorts.
Walking through the babbling stream was fun and stirred images of old love stories on TV. All was beautiful until I discovered creatures that lived in the water—leeches.
When we stopped for our picnic, it was a well-needed break. My visions of a private, maybe intimate picnic with the lovely creature that talked me into this adventure were shattered when creepy, crawly things called ants and buzzing creatures called bees invited themselves to our picnic feast. So much for lying on the blanket, embracing, and enjoying a tender moment.
We trekked back to the car and as I was putting away the picnic basket, I questioned if today’s venture was really worth it and be remembered as a successful date.
I discovered the answer as my date’s lips brushed mine, ever so gently and tenderly, and whispered, “I had a great time.”
Ahhhh.
Weiss Cracking
Monthly illustrations are courtesy of Jerry Weiss, former WGT President.
