Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
|The winners (left to right): Sarah Carter, Patricia Frolander, |
Amy Hale Auker, Summer Wood and Sandra Dallas.
|The Finalists (left to right): Ann Parker, Joyce B. Lohse, Michelle Black, Lin Pardey,|
Janet Fox, Joan Logghe and Susan Cummins Miller.
Monday, October 22, 2012
|Left to right: Sheila MacAvoy, Leslee Breene, Liz Duckworth, and Karen Stevenson. |
Not pictured: Anne Schroeder.
After the meal we announced the placement of the LAURA Short Fiction Awards. This was the fourth year we have had the contest. All entries must be fiction, set in the west, less than 5,000 words with a female main character. Only members of Women Writing the West can enter the contest.
We had two Honorable Mention placements:
"Todas Las Madres" by Karen Stevenson
"Elvira" by Liz Duckworth
Third place LAURA Short Fiction Award went to:
"At the Thirty-Fourth Latitude" by Sheila MacAvoy
Second place LAURA Award is for:
"Pueblo Dancer" by Leslee Breene
First place was awarded to:
"Grub Line Rider" by Anne Schroeder.
Thank you and congratulations to all our winning ladies.
Thank you to our screeners, and to the LAURA Committee, which consists of the President, the Past President, and the President Elect. Your hard work is much appreciated.
Erin S. Gray
2012 Women Writing the West President Elect
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
For more information about The Great Sand Dunes National Park, visit http://www.nps.gov/grsa/index.htm
Another great resource is The San Luis Valley: Sand Dunes and Sandhill Cranes by Susan J. Tweit. http://www.uapress.arizona.edu/Books/bid1615.htm
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Saturday, October 06, 2012
WHAT YOU WISH FOR. Lindsey Page is about to discover the wisdom in that old saying: Be careful what you wish for, you might get it. Her estranged daughter shows up on her doorstep. The immigrant woman Lindsey is interviewing for a book seeks help in finding her son, who was stolen from her during a massacre in her village in El Salvador and who has now turned up in Berkeley. And Lindsey, who has known her friends Annabel, Claire, and Gretchen since they shared a house in Berkeley back in the 1970s, discovers that she doesn't really know them at all. Secrets long hidden are unraveling, and before it's over Lindsey will learn some unpleasant truths.
--Keddy Ann Outlaw, LIBRARY JOURNAL, November 2011
Take it from someone who's had firsthand experience with great art exploring the human spirit in a Western setting: Karen Kondazian's The Whip is just that. This is a story that cries out through its adventurous surroundings a call from deep in the human heart, a call for understanding, for love, for identity and it does so through the skill of a magnificent writer. (It also cries out to be a movie. It's that rich, visual, and dramatic.) --Jim Beaver, star of HBO's Deadwood and author of Life's That Way
Published by Hansen Publishing Group, LLC, ©2012
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
I wrote those words in my memoir Walking Nature Home to illustrate a challenge in finding my writing voice: I know little about the people I come from.
Recently, I visited Berkeley, California, on a hunt for stories in the neighborhood where my mom grew up, including the UC-Berkeley campus, where my parents met in college.
I recognized the place; I had walked there decades before with my granddad. Through a gap in the trees across the road, I spotted the iconic UC-Berkeley campanile (a tall bell tower).
A man stood on the porch of my great-grandparents’ house. On impulse, I asked, “Do you live here?”
“Who were they?”
“Dr. William Austin Cannon—” he interrupted,
“Any relation to Jennie?”
“She was his wife,” I said. “How do you know her?”
I was stunned. I had no idea. A stranger who had never met my family knew more about my great-grandmother than I did.
I thanked him. Before I left, I looked one more time at the view, and saw another chunk of story.
In that visit, I discovered a story and a bond with the great-grandmother who died before I was born. She was a noted California painter in the early 20th century, a time when the terms “noted painter” and “woman” did not often go together.
I’m no artist, but I’ve always been independent, and walked my own path. I have also always searched for stories in the landscapes around me. Perhaps those are her gifts.
Thanks, Jennie, for sharing your view.