I attended the The Scarborough Writers Club again this Past Wednesday after being inactive for about five years . I hugged Eugenie, she is the head and blood of the group and without her continuous love of writing and devotion to the club, our group would have not survive especially in winter time. I excitingly hugged the two guys whom i usually attended to all those times...Frank and Ron.
Ron red his 9th novel....at least the end of it. It is a ghost-mystery story and the fluidity is written allover it. I just wished it has more impact and heart dropping ending whether good or bad. Just my thought. Frank is as usual...he told me he don't remember things and people. He red his poem which is quirky and beautifully phrased as well. I am so proud of them and happy to hear their work again.
I met with a couple of lovely octogenarian beauties. Kitty is a lovely peachy sweet lady who writes poems for her husband long gone. She red it with smile and little nervous but proud voice. It was after all from her stack of old papers turned yellow and ripped form and old notebook. She wrote that poem when was still alive. I think it's just so sweet.
Then there is Margo ( not sure if I spelled them right). She is an 88 year fashionable lady with her very cherry red soft stole and cleavage slightly peaking. She is writing sort of a memoir. She said she is writing her story since all her kids had died or left her(?) already. She moved from a 12 bedroom home and now staying in a smaller place in Pickering. There will be more interesting "happenings" I would be interested to hear from her and Kitty. Their stories maybe juicier and more interesting than ordinary.
I will try to take photos next time. I thought it will be timely to ask this as a birthday present so they won't shy away from my snapping fingers. I am glad to meet them all...and I hope to come back again soon. and be criticized so that my writing will finall make sense to all.
