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Ahhhh. Just got back from the gym and it was wonderful. I needed that today.

I've been pondering the merits of starting a Writer's Group here. I'm facilitating a new writer's guild starting next Tuesday evening for the women in our church, but I'm also considering forming a non-profit group aimed at helping people tell their stories, be they fiction or non-fiction. There would be subgroups within the main.

For instance, I think it would be incredibly rewarding to have the mothers and fathers of disabled children tell their stories. I know that I've experienced a great deal of healing as I write about Ashley and her struggles and successes in life. It's helped me and I believe it would help others, regardless of whether or not they've ever put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) before.

I know that women have a great deal to say and teach other's about their lives. Men would benefit from this as well. I'd also like to sponsor a child's sub-group to encourage children of all ages to write.

There are speakers I'd love to have and so many more things that I've got in my head about this project.

So, any takers?

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  2. i tried to write a comment before but my brother had no signed out and so his picture showed up with my comment of how great an idea this would be...so i deleted it to save confusion.

    it's a great idea.

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    not..no signed out...

    ack!

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  4. Thanks Anna! I appreciate your support.

    I was thinking of not just having this be a local in-person sort of thing, but have a way that people could particpate via the Internet. We'd have a monthly publication that people where people could contribute writing pieces and showcase/publish their work.

    I'm getting excited about this idea.

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  5. Hey, how do you go about deleting your post like that??? I need to learn how as I'm a doofus and mess up my posts quite a bit.

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  6. I'd bite, but then I remember Peter O'Toole's line in "My Favorite Year" (paraphrased for my profession): "I'm not a writer, I'm an editor!"

    >B^D

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  7. Ah yes, but you are a writer as well. I've read your blog.

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  8. Sounds like a decent idea - the group, not my writing

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  9. I think both are great ideas!!

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  10. I'll bite on this one then, assuming you're interested. No guarantee of regularity because of work, but if I can be of use then count me in.

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  11. Jenny W. (nextdoor)8:48 PM

    Hey Pam! (I finally found the proper place to make a comment.) I think this is a great idea. I haven't written anything in so long probably 10 years, since college. But I have actually been thinking about writing lately, too funny. Mind you I would be VERY rusty.

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  12. I would love to have you be a part of this Jenny. I'll give you a call so we can talk about it when I get it more organized (ha!) in my head.

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