Friday, July 31, 2009

The Word Girls Website

The Word Girls website is up and running! Please come visit us at: http://www.thewordgirls.com/. Thanks!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Introducing The Word Girls Writing Studio

This summer, my dear friend Cheri Mueller (who happens to be a great writer & editor) and I are launching The Word Girls Writing Studio. Our online Writing Studio is a place where writers at any step on their writing journey - from idea to publication - can come for help, encouragement, advice, mentoring and editing services. In creative, inspired, helpful and professional ways, we invite writers to take a seat on our cyber red couch and get the help and mentoring they need to have success with their writing.
Currently, our Word Girls Blog, http://thewordgirls.blogspot.com/, featuring writing tips, quotes and other writing helps is available. It's our complimentary service for burgeoning writers. Other services that entail brief or lengthy visits to our big red couch include: chapter by chapter editing, help writing queries or book proposals, and mentoring that encourages writers to hone their craft. These offerings can be accessed at our Word Girls Writing Studio website. This site is nearing the end of construction. As soon as it is available, I'll post the address here.

In the meantime, visit the red couch that's our blog. Leave us a comment. Tell us what you're looking for if you're a writer; and pass word of our services on to any aspiring writers you know. Thanks!




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THE WORD GIRLS: Sally Miller & Cheri Mueller

Monday, July 20, 2009

Sea Glass . . . See Glass, a poem


See Glass

It begins with
a broken
cast off
Piece of Jagged
love
Broken and Lost
love
Alone in cold tumult
tossed and polished
brandished by weather and time
and crash of wave
love
Sanded with sand
Returning home to
shore like a triumphant,
sopping wet heroine
at journey's end
resting amongst
rocks and gull feathers
fish bones, dried, hollowed
light as air and holey
love
The Little Boy
(like an editor
scouring slush piles
for the next bestseller
or just something good)
tender footed
on precarious rocks, sand,
tangles of seaweed
sees a dulled sparkle of glass
knowing it by patina
love
greedily he collects the smoothed
shard in warm cupped palm:
a treasure
born of loss
and much tumbling