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Virginia Writers Club - Chapters
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VWC Board of Governors Meetings. Workshop and Panel Info. Chesapeake Bay Writers (CBW). Write by the Rails. The Virginia Writers Club strives to support writers at the local level with REGIONAL CHAPTERS. Membership at the Chapter level is separate and optional with each Chapter functioning unique and individually to suit their membership. Some Chapters have dues, others pass the hat when needed! Served by a Chapter, please contact us. So we can discuss options for forming a Chapter near you! Serves the c...
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Writing Resources | BACCA Literary
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How To Get Good at Telling Stories Ira Glass, Animated by David Shiyang Liu. Short animation with realistic, encouraging advice to new writers. Virginia Festival of the Book. Virginia Festival of the Book. Writer House, Charlottesvile. A center for writers in Charlottesville, VA. Creating a great writer group. Local, Regional, National Groups and Other Resources. Blue Ridge Writers Club. SWAG – Staunton-Waynesboro-Augusta Writers. University of Virginia School of Continuing Education. A statewide organiz...
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Hampton Roads Writers -- Local Writing Groups
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HRW Open Mic Schedule. Hampton Roads Kid Lit Writers and Illustrators. Https:/ www.facebook.com/groups/HRkidlit/) an online Facebook group for Hampton Roads kid lit writers and illustrators. We mostly communicate and mingle online, but we organize occasional meet ups and coordinate with the SCBWI (Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators) to bring SCBWI events to the area. Meets the third Tuesday of every month at Barnes and Noble Booksellers, 4485 Virginia Beach Blvd from 7pm 10pm for brainst...
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John S. Duffy's Blog
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John S. Duffy's Blog. 500 words a day; fiction, writing, rambling. About John S. Duffy. November 23, 2014. John S. Duffy. Much has changed since last I visited these pages. So much that when I read the words of my own (? Creation I wonder what hapless fuck wrote them. Did I say that? Is that my story? If so, why did I forget it existed? Why the hell did I start a free blog of stories I hoped to one day edit, correctly, and publish? What demon of ambivalence invaded my writing? So, maybe it’ll be wo...
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Sturgis Unmasked. from the novel, ROMEOS. | John S. Duffy's Blog
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John S. Duffy's Blog. 500 words a day; fiction, writing, rambling. About John S. Duffy. Boudin, Wolves and fringe inspiration…. Writing through the Dream, T.C.’s old joke and the music we should all hear. Sturgis Unmasked. from the novel, ROMEOS. October 15, 2012. John S. Duffy. 8221; or “Who wants to arm wrestle? Hey Sturgis, Reston said, you should come with us to the club Friday. Clubs are like gyms; only amateurs need ’em. Besides, they don’t sell Sangria. Dude, every bar sells Sangria down here.
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The End is Nigh. | John S. Duffy's Blog
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John S. Duffy's Blog. 500 words a day; fiction, writing, rambling. About John S. Duffy. Writing through the Dream, T.C.’s old joke and the music we should all hear. The End is Nigh. May 15, 2013. John S. Duffy. It was then I thought about stepping out in traffic. The feeling of metal on flesh sending me reeling backwards. Concrete scraping my head as I fade to black. A stranger’s voice being the last voice I hear. He just stepped out! Nothing I could do! I laughed out loud. The End is Nigh! Never seen yo...
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Boardwalk Furries… | John S. Duffy's Blog
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John S. Duffy's Blog. 500 words a day; fiction, writing, rambling. About John S. Duffy. Hitting the Gate. From ROMEOS. July 20, 2015. John S. Duffy. Ramble back to John Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. The Eclectic Honor Roll.
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Writing through the Dream, T.C.’s old joke and the music we should all hear. | John S. Duffy's Blog
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John S. Duffy's Blog. 500 words a day; fiction, writing, rambling. About John S. Duffy. Sturgis Unmasked. from the novel, ROMEOS. The End is Nigh. Writing through the Dream, T.C.’s old joke and the music we should all hear. October 20, 2012. John S. Duffy. How many sentence fragments does Cormac McCarthy use when telling us about some Kid hellbent on violence or what an apocalypse looks like when pushing a grocery cart? He wrote well for his time, but for all time? Gaines lives down here. Hell, he te...
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Best Intentions: ROMEOS. | John S. Duffy's Blog
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John S. Duffy's Blog. 500 words a day; fiction, writing, rambling. About John S. Duffy. The End is Nigh. November 23, 2014. John S. Duffy. He inhaled the smoke thinking of the old man’s words on a scratchy connection. You join up you’ll smoke more, cuss more, drink more and play cards like a damn shark. Eighteen years and the fatherly wisdom offered fit in one cliché sentence. He inhaled trying not to cough and think about the flight tomorrow. He returned his focus to the house in front of him. His mothe...
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The Santa Doll | John S. Duffy's Blog
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John S. Duffy's Blog. 500 words a day; fiction, writing, rambling. About John S. Duffy. December 22, 2014. John S. Duffy. The porch greeted him with warped attention as match met cigarette. The smoke smelled of the wife. He closed his eyes and remembered but when the moment became too much he opened them and listened for the child. Focus, he thought. This is hers. He exhaled and saw the old days formed from smoke sitting dead in the still air. He gulped the coffee. I’ll never be enough. Nothing wrong phy...