WWW Writing Group

Almost a year ago, I started up a writing group.  I needed to discipline myself to sit my butt down and actually do some writing.  So the WWW (The World of Writers Write) was born.  We have a small group that meets up on a monthly basis and we also have virtual members that are unable to attend meetings but still join in with writing projects.  I hold a monthly competition (with a prize) where all the members get to vote for the winner. 

 

 

We like to explore different genres of writing and different styles of writing.  We are writers with a passion.  Would you like to join us and be part of a great writing group?  We would love to have more members.

 

I produce a monthly newsletter to let everyone know what is happening within the group and if any of the members have a problem or a question, it is sent to the whole group for feedback.  I feel this helps us all.  No one is perfect, but we do all share the same passion.  Get in touch if you fancy your hand a little writing.

It's Been a While

I know my posting of late has been quite horrendous, if I do say so myself, but my confidence is on the way up and I think it is time to start sharing my words with you all again.  There has been so much happening, I was just finding it extremely hard to get my words and woes out there.  Now it is time to change and to share with you all.  So please bare with me and I will do my utmost to keep this updated for you all.

Wait For Me

How long will you wait for me?
I’m sure my time is running out
You know you’re the one I desire
My heart is empty without you
It yearns to be united as one

 

I’ll come running to you
As soon as my feet find their way
You’ve waited now for some time
To wrap your arms around me
So promise me this, you’ll wait for me.

Thought of the Week

Nothing holds greater power over the body than the benefits contained in the mind.

A Witch's Confession

I have come to terms with my destiny

Even though it is you who chose it for me

What made you turn against me?

When I only ever showed you love

You’ve listened to the words of others

But ignored what your heart truly knew

If I have ever caused anyone harm

Then take my soul from me now

Do I look like the Witch I am meant to be?

Or am I the person you chose to love?

Neither matters to you now

You are doing what you have to do

Before my destiny finally comes to end

I wish to make one last confession to all

Yes I believe the Wicca ways

And all that is said in the Witch’s Creed

I have never cast a spell of evil

But gave you all love and good health 

My seed has been planted

But to whom you will never know

You’ve all cast your own spell now

That will send me straight to the depths of hell

But listen closely, as you’ll hear my haunting cries

On the eve you took my life away.

It's In His Kiss

There is a lot to be said with this particular line of a song.  It certainly rang true for me a few years ago.

The chemistry had been there for years, and we both knew it, he was 10 years older than me, but age is nothing especially when the feelings are mutual.  He is sweet, kind, extremely good looking and whenever we would see each other we would just look into each other's eyes and everything else around us would become blurry.

He kept saying, "if you really believe it, it will happen", "be careful for what you wish for" and "follow your heart".  The same applied to him.  For some reason there was always a wall between us, neither of us knew why.  I gave him a lift one night to a different pub to where he normally went, but instead of getting out off the car straight away like his friends, he leaned over and put his hand on my face and gently pulled me towards him and kissed me.  It was so soft, it was just like something you only ever see in a film.  He stopped, looked into my eyes and kissed me again.  He got out of the car and I hadn't even noticed that it had started to rain again.  All I could smell was his aftershave, I started to smile, he went his way and I had to sit there for a while soaking up the feelings that were floating around me.  I eventually managed to drive home.  Until our next encounter, if it ever happened, I could only hope and keep on wishing and believing that it would once again happen to me and I would again get that floating feeling.

Thought of the Week

The creative spirit lurks silently within us. You won't find it by looking but then again you won't find it by not looking. The strange thing is that if you look hard enough your creativity will come and find you.