As you can see, there is a new layout for our newsletter. It is a part of the MailChmp system that we will be using from now on. We Will have a much shorter monthly newsletter via email, and establish a SWWV quarterly journal.
The SWWVic is all about the love of the written word. Through mentorship, we strive for women to attain confidence and skills in their writing.
It was fabulous to listen to members read their work at the last meeting and it reminded me how much I enjoyed listening to people read their work.
My love of stories started when I was young, living in the bush. My mum would read aloud to us, or tell us stories, then encourage us to write and draw. Once I became a proficient reader, I would read Enid Blyton to my brothers. Of course, it was the 70s and we didn’t have television, so it was our form of entertainment. We had a small radio that could pick up BBC radio on a good day and if we were lucky there would be serial readings of a book or play. Watership Down is one that has stayed with me.
Listening to a story is very different than reading it in your head because the reader will choose what to emphasise, adding light and shade to what might already have light and shade. The sound of the storytellers voice will also add rhythm and lyricism to the experience.
Years ago when I worked in the library system, we organised for an oral storyteller to appear at a library, offered comfy chairs, wine and crackers and a warm fire. The event was booked out (I like to think it wasn’t because of the wine) and the attendees loved it. They were engaged – laughing, sniffling and cheering along – with the stories. The storyteller was so engaging and she brought fairy tales, fables and contemporary stories to life. It felt like the whole room was part of it, as if she was talking to each of us, making the event feel intimate and indulgent.
Maybe that’s the key? To be made to feel intimate with another person, to feel indulged to be able to sit back and absorb the story without having to work for it? It’s not something that I really want to figure out or analyse (there is most likely a thesis written on the topic somewhere), rather to seek out the pleasure of it and share it with other humans.
Until next month, keep writing!
President Blaise van Hecke reading her work at the previous meeting. Photo provided by Meryl Brown Tobin.
Unfortunately, I couldn't attend last month's meeting due to the flu. However, it seems like it was an enjoyable experience for all those who attended. We have an example of one of the pieces read at the meeting with Hot Shot by Meryl Brown Tobin.
Next meeting should prove exciting. Melbourne based poetry writer and editor, Krystle Herdy will be running a workshop on performance poetry. Even if poetry is not your forte, there will certainly be something valuable for all writers in this workshop.
Wishing you best of luck in your writing,
The Unpublished Manuscript
So you’re a writer and you want to be published? What’s next? Join West Writer Alumna, Cher Chidzy and Director, Annie Hall, ThreeKookaburras Publishing, to hear about their journey of meeting and signing Cher’s first contract for her soon to be released novel Ken’s Quest.
WHEN: Saturday 30July, 1:30pm – 2:30pm
VENUE: FCAC Foyer
For the full program, googgle FCAC writers program.
The July Meeting: Performance Poetry Workshop by Krystle Herdy
Krystle is a Melbourne-based poet and poetry editor.
Her work has been published and performed in a number of different outlets, including Page Seventeen, the Montslavat Poets’ Festival, Passionate Tongues and the Overload Poetry Festival.
Krystle’s first collection of poetry, ‘Mythology Mechanic’, was described as a “fresh, raw-vulnerable way of looking at the world and those of us floundering for connections”. It was released by Fox & Copy in 2011.
By Meryl Brown Tobin
“I’m hot,” said Sam.
“What sort of hot?” asked Harry, the café owner. “Do you want me to get you a cool drink or are you looking for a swim, or maybe a girlfriend?”
“Of course not? Talk like that makes me hot under the collar.”
“It’s just a joke. A hot shot like you should be able to take it.”
“Forget it, you’re so full of hot air, you’re making this place too hot for me and the weather’s hot enough already.”
“Calm down. Here, have some of this curry – if it’s not too hot for you.”
“No, it’s your prices that are too hot for me.”
“Well, buy a newspaper then and read the hot news, hot off the press. Do you know the police are hot on the trail of a big jewellery thief? “
“I know. I’ve already been on my police hot line.”
Like a hot rod, a police car screeched to a stop outside the shop. “Hot stuff!” exclaimed Harry. “Look who’s just arrived.”
“Uh, oh, I’m not feeling too hot at all right now.”
“Want a hot tip? Dump the hot property with me and head out the back into the Hot Bread Shop next door.”
With the police hot on his heels, Sam fled.
“Hot jiggity!” exclaimed Harry kicking the small hot packet at his feet under the take-way hot food counter.
Quote of the Month
“Plot is people. Human emotions and desires founded on the realities of life, working at cross purposes, getting hotter and fiercer as they strike against each other until finally there’s an explosion—that’s Plot.”