Kickstart Your Writing classes start in October

Class dates:

Mondays: October 9-December 18, 2017 (No class November 13). 2:30-5 p.m. Hollywood district of Portland, OR. $200/10 weeks

Wednesdays: October 11-December 20, 2017 (No class November 22). 6:30-9 p.m. Hollywood district of Portland, OR.  $200/10 weeks

Whether you’re working on a novel or interested in short stories, memoir, essays, articles or other forms of fiction or nonfiction, Kickstart Your Writing offers a supportive environment in which you can work on specific writing projects.

Students set weekly goals; read their work aloud; and receive positive, helpful feedback from the instructor and other students. The exact location is provided upon registration. The class can be repeated.

To register:

·         To pay by check, send check (made out to Nancy Woods) to Nancy Woods, P.O. Box 18032, Portland, OR 97218.

·         To pay via PayPal, send payment to wordpics@aracnet.com.

·         To pay via Venmo, send payment to nancy@nancy-woods.com.

For more information: nancy@nancy-woods.com, 971-255-2049.

What students say about Kickstart Your Writing:

“The class has really helped me make writing a priority and take myself seriously. I was surprised to see how much I responded to having the deadlines of reading in class! Thank you!” — Lisa Serrano

“The class helped me focus on establishing writing goals and meeting them. Nancy is a very knowledgeable teacher as well as a supportive coach. I learned so much from other students in the class. I valued the diversity in this class — different backgrounds, variety of written material and styles made the class interesting and challenging.” — K. E.

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Worst Gift Ever

A funny/sad story by one of my students:

Worst Gift Ever

By D. L. King

I just had to have a bike. Every eight-and-a-half year old boy had a bike. It was a rule or something. Even girls had bikes. I had to do everything just like all the other kids, or I’d be different. I couldn’t be different. I hated being different.

In the summer, the neighborhood kids rode their bikes in the street in front of our house. I sat on a rock and watched them circle round and round, listening to their happiness. If only I could ride a bike, they’d like me. Then I’d be a real boy.

One time, Dad found me in the toy aisle of W.T. Grant, staring up at a baby-blue two-wheeler with chrome handlebars and black plastic grips. I loved the smell of its new rubber tires and fresh paint. Dad stared at me for a minute then said, “Let’s go.” I followed him out to the car.

“Robbie got a new bike, Dad,” I hinted one night after supper. “It’s a purple metal-flake Schwinn with a banana seat. It even has three speeds. It’s really cool.” I threw in a pitiful sigh for effect. He gave me his usual don’t-bother-me look and hid behind his newspaper. Dad hardly ever smiled. Especially at me.

Mom was always mad about something. I could never tell if she’d give me just a cold stare, or start slamming cupboard doors. I didn’t bother her with my dreams anymore.

At school, I daydreamed about Christmas morning and my new bike. I’d hop into the living room, our plastic tree glowing with fake happiness, perfectly wrapped presents under the green branches. And out in front, my beautiful baby-blue bike, leaning on its kickstand. Christmas would be happy this year! I almost felt normal.

When the real Christmas Eve finally came, me and my brother were ordered to bed early. Mom and Dad had to stay up late wrapping presents and putting my bike together. Then they’d park it where the whole family could see how much they liked me.

Morning came. I hopped up the stairs, around the railing, into the living room. My heart pounded, full of excitement and dreams. I’d finally show the neighborhood kids I was just like them.

There was no bike.

In front of the tree was a stupid wagon. It wasn’t even blue. It was red. I hated red. It wasn’t even a Radio Flyer wagon. It was a Murray wagon. Who ever heard of a Murray wagon? It had four wheels, not two. It didn’t have a chain or pedals. How was I supposed to keep up with the neighborhood kids in a dumb old wagon?

I got the message. I’d never be a real boy. Mom and Dad might as well have stuck a big sign in our front yard: A stupid little kid lives here. He thinks he can pedal a two-wheeled bike with only one leg.

Self-publishing: First things first

Jean Harkin

Jean Harkin

(A guest post by Jean Harkin, JPHARKIN@aol.com)

Oops! I may have put the cart before the horse. In August 2016 I published my short story collection, Night in Alcatraz: and Other Uncanny Tales. Not until April 2017 did I begin research for my blog series on self-publishing. Maybe I should have asked the questions before I published. I learned much about self-publishing by writing my blog series. Fortunately I did a few things right, but I also made some goofs in publishing my book.

For instance:

1) Just before I self-published my book, successful authors were advising other writers to establish a social networking presence. Dragging my feet, I joined Facebook. I also started an author page on Goodreads (www.goodreads.com/jeanatwritersmill), where I post my blog and feature my books. Acquiring a blog site on Goodreads was easier for me than signing up on Blogger, WordPress, Weebly, GoDaddy or other popular web hosting sites.

2) I began organizing and revising my stories in March 2016. I did something right: I made sure all the stories were edited. But I did something wrong: I didn’t state on the opening page (with copyright info, etc.) that the stories were edited and by whom, although I did note where many of the stories were previously published.

3) To print and publish my book, I used Createspace. That was a good decision in some ways, bad in others.

Good: Createspace offers user-friendly uploading and production; free ISBN number for print copy; e-book made available on Kindle; automatic exposure on Amazon and Amazon international; print copy available on demand to buyers through other online sellers; and the author can purchase their own copies direct from Createspace at a reduced price. An especially nice perk is the fast, friendly and professional help service Createspace provides by phone or online.

Bad: I recently discovered that independent booksellers will not stock books printed by Createspace or affiliated in any way with Amazon. Those booksellers see Amazon as a market bully. The indie sellers can’t sell my print books as cheaply as Amazon can and still make a worthwhile profit. Either I or the store would be shorted. I haven’t been able to determine, however, why the walk-in Amazon store at Washington Square in Portland, Oregon, won’t stock my book and won’t respond to my queries.

4) About marketing: While royalties on my book sales slowly accumulate, I haven’t received one payment. Apparently I must wait until $100 is reached; meanwhile Amazon makes money on each sale. (There may be a way to collect payments through direct bank deposit, but I haven’t checked that out.)

What I did right (but not perfectly): I offered my book for sale at local venues, including the Oregon Historical Society’s annual Christmas Cheer book festival. I’ve gotten the word out about my book—most recently to my high school alumni magazine and on the website of Northwest Independent Writers Association (NIWA). I recently joined that group—another smart move. Of course my book, Night in Alcatraz; and Other Uncanny Tales is featured on my Goodreads author page.

So far, so good as far as reviews on Night in Alcatraz: and Other Uncanny Tales. I’m grateful to readers for 5 stars on Amazon and 4.5 on Goodreads.

To plan or not to plan

By nature a planner, I’m the queen of bulleted checklists. I love calendars and spend a lot of time filling them out.

In many ways, planning can be helpful. Scheduling my time—deciding what writing project to focus on next and when and where I’m going to work on it—means when I sit down to write I’m ready and know what to do. I jump right in.

Planning also reduces stress because after I assign each project a spot on my calendar, I don’t need to think about it, although I might. There are lots of useful, healthy reasons to plan. But it can also hold you back, pen you in and prevent you from reaching out. Which is why spontaneity also has its place, along with throwing caution to the wind and being less rigid.

So every once in a while I turn on my computer and open a random file. I did just that recently and came across a draft of the blog you’re reading right now.

Reading June 15 in Portland, Oregon

You’re invited! Bring a friend!

I’m hosting and reading at Nancy’s Amazing Assemblage of Yarn Spinners, Tall Tale Tellers and Big Fat Liars. The reading will take place Thursday, June 15, 7 p.m. in the Copeland Commons room of TaborSpace, https://taborspace.org/, 5441 SE Belmont St. Portland, OR 97215. Free. Donations accepted. Raffle, food and drink. Readers will include: Howard Schneider, Jamie Caulley, Kerry McPherson, Mark Alejos and Nancy Woods. Visit us on Facebook. For more information: nancy@nancy-woods.com, nancy-woods.com

Small color poster for social media 6-15-17 event

Reading to take place June 15

The public is invited to the first performance of Nancy’s Amazing Crew of Yarn Spinners, Tall Tale Tellers and Big Fat Liars. The evening will include readings by Nancy Woods and several of  her students, including Catherine Magdalena, Kerry McPherson, Howard Schneider, Jamie Caulley and Mark Alejos.

The reading will take place Thursday, June 15, 7 p.m. Doors open at 6:30 p.m. It will take place in the Copeland Commons room of TaborSpace, 5441 SE Belmont St. Portland, OR 97215. Free. Donations accepted.

Poem: Let’s Hear it for Green-leafed Trees

Let’s Hear it for Green-leafed Trees

By Nancy Woods

 

Each fall, red-leafed maples

Grab all the attention

Garnering oohs and ahs

With bus tours centered around them

 

But where would they be

Without the earlier, green-leafed versions

That transform into burnt-orange

Showstoppers

 

Brash is one way of being

Meanwhile, give a shout out

To the quiet side of yourself

That occasionally gives way to the bold