At our November meeting Jamilla Brooks talked about being a guest columnist for Southwest Florida Business Today! Many were interested so here are the guidelines for submission: http://swfloridabusinesstoday.com/guest-column-guidelines/
Jamilla Brooks selected one of SWFL’s 40 Under 40 by the Naples Herald. http://naplesherald.com/2017/09/25/jamilla-d-brooks-40-under-40-list/
Jamilla performed her original poem “WOmeN” for the Women’s March in Naples on January 20th! You can see the video of the performance on her author page on Facebook by searching @desirejamilla
I am one of the newest committee members of the Dunbar Festival Committee and our next event is the Annual Easter Parade on April 1. If you are interested in being in the parade as an individual or organization please let me know. I have flyers and applications, deadline to register is March 24, 2018!
Hard Times Writing Contest
Deadline: May 31, 2018
Multiple entries are accepted. Your name, address, email and title of work should appear on a separate cover sheet. The entry fee is $25 ($20 for Workshop members) for up to three entries.
Scroll down for submission instructions.
1st: Choice of a 2 night stay at our Mountain Muse B&B, 3 free workshops, or 50 pages (or 10 poems) line-edited and revised by our editorial staff
2nd: Choice of a 1 night stay at our B&B, 2 free workshops, or 35 pages (or 8 poems) line-edited
3rd: Choice of 1 free workshop, or 25 pages (or 5 poems) line-edited
+ Up to 10 Honorable Mentions
The next Southwest Florida meeting of the Florida MWA will be Saturday January 13th and will feature NYT bestselling author Lisa Black. She will be discussing fingerprints – just one of her specialties. Along with being a NYT bestselling author, Lisa is a seasoned forensic specialist – it’s a great combination – forensics with a writers perspective. Lisa always impresses.
All meetings start at 1pm. We meet in room 108 of the L-building at Florida SouthWestern State College – adjacent to the Barbara B. Mann Performing Arts Hall. I will put up signs inside. Check the Lee Campus map here for more details <http://www.fsw.edu/about/maps>
Parking: You are allowed to park in Lot 7 next to the L-building (usually reserved for faculty) on Saturday, even if there is an event going on at BB Mann.
You do not have to be an MWA member to attend this meeting – although MWA membership materials will be available – invite your fiction writing friends.
We will meet for lunch before each meeting at 11:30 at Jason’s Deli – 13550 Reflection Parkway, Fort Myers. It’s off Cypress Lake Drive near the FSW campus.
Contact me with questions: <email@example.com>
“You should eat a waffle! You can’t be sad if you eat a waffle!”
― Lauren Myracle
What the Three Wise Men thought was a guiding star was really the glow of a big yellow Waffle House sign shouting loud in the night. They followed its light for hours, through dew drip darkness;
dodging eighteen-wheelers thundering along the interstate.
At the sight of the Waffle House, they raised their hands in praise, as they prayed a prayer of thanksgiving. There was plenty of room at the counter. A friendly server named Mary and a short-order cook called Joe greeted them with warm smiles.
They chatted with Mary, while they waited for waffles. It was obvious from the way Mary and Joe
at each other, the way their hands touched when she handed him their order slip, and the slight patch of purple on Mary’s neck that she and Joe had a thing going on.
The Wise Men watched the batter ooze and flow. The steam streams rose, the hot iron genuflected and rounded the white dough. An aroma, sweeter than the holiest incense, lounged.
All three had maple syrup. What self-respecting wise man would have anything else?
As they poured the syrup, it seeped through the land of little cross on the gold sacramental wafers.
Road sounds were drowned by the satisfied smacks of their lips. Slight rainbows spread in buttery spills across the maple juice sea.
“Is not the architecture of the bee, designed as this catacomb cake?” said one,
“Is not their honey homage?”
“Is ice cream not best waffle coned? Has ever there been a more divine form?” asked another.
Could any fair maiden’s smile not spread with the gift of this well-plated pastry?” said the third.
When their plates lay still and sticky, in the afterglow of the well-buttered, syrup soaked waffles, they paid their check, and left generous gifts for Mary and Joe.
Having been told of heavy traffic along the interstate, they returned home another way.
From Driving Home
Aldrich Press, 2013
Available on Amazon.com