A small extra post today: or rather, a signpost.
Accomplished writer Andra Watkins set a story rolling last week. She was the guest of a rather wonderful writer and networker – Cameron Garriepy, an editor at the Write on Edge site – a place where writers get together to write. If you haven’t tried it: do. It’s a wonderful place to get ideas, share, experience what we have all come to know as ‘concrit’ and generally chew the literary cud.
Cameron – also a mum of a little boy called Felix – runs her own site. It’s easy on the eye, generous and fostering of other writers, and she also features her own writing: an irresistible mix of the clever ,the humorous and the entertaining.
Every Friday people gather round her cyberfireside to tell stories.
Last week, Andra Watkins kicked off this month’s tale with a razor-sharp piece of characterisation, topped off with the most unexpected sting in the tale.
I quaked inwardly. Now it was my turn. I haven’t done her character justice, but I have continued the tale. If you are not easily shocked; if you do not mind graphic scenes and the respectability of the clergy being brought into question, you can read part 1 here and part 2 here.
Otherwise, for the most delightful reading and a peerless picture of Andra with one of the best gargoyles I have ever seen – make a cup of tea and enjoy the read here.
Next week my friend Susan Sheldon Nolen will be taking up the baton. You can find her here. New to the blogosphere, she is an accomplished and absorbing writer in the real world: a writer after my own heart.
Buckle your seatbelts: and, should you choose to accept this mission, enjoy the ride.