Poets & Writers 2005 Writers Exchange Contest Winners

Writers Exchange Contest - 2005 Contest Winners

The Winners of the 2005 Writers Exchange Contest, open to Georgia writers, are:
POETRY: DELISA MULKEY
Forest Park, Georgia
FICTION: LAUREN K. WATEL
Decatur, Georgia


The 2005 Writers Exchange judges were:
POETRY: PATRICIA SMITH
FICTION: JENNIFER EGAN

Poets & Writers extends its congratulations to Writers Exchange winners Delisa Mulkey and Lauren Watel. We also thank all the Georgia writers who participated in the contest and wish you the best of luck with your writing.

Each year writers from one state are chosen to participate in the Writers Exchange. Winners are flown to New York City in October for an all-expense paid trip to meet with agents, editors, publishers and other members of the New York literary community.

Poets & Writers is grateful to Neltje for a major gift which makes this program possible.

Please visit our Website in August for information on the 2006 Writers Exchange competition.

Chris Well's Frank Peretti Interview

On days like this(I'm working/writing) I like to link you to what others are doing in the Christian blogosphere.

CCM Magazine's Chris Well(who also authored Forgiving Solomon Long) talks to Christian fiction bestselling great Frank Peretti about his new smash, Monster, his writing process and future writing.

Click on the title and it will take you to the interview.

Writing to see what the end gon' be,
Dee

Third Sundays...Launch/Seeking Speaking Writers

Starting June I will host Third Sundays, a House Reading Series at my duplex.

House Readings are gathering places for slam poets, spoken word artists, creative non-fiction essayist, flash fiction writers, novelists, and playwrights to gather and share their work with their community, eat, drink and network. And to hear an occasional psalmist/musicisian/singer/holy hip hopper in the house.

Third Sundays is obviously a gathering place for Christian Creative Writers, so its main objective is to edify and listen to God's voice speaking through us.

It is potluck style with BYOBC(Bring Your Own Bible& Chair/Sitting Pillow) I will begin sending invitations to the events this month, but for now I am seeking artists to read their work and to perform.

There is no admission charge to Third Sundays, and thus, no artist payment. It is a grassroots movement to celebrate the Lord through Literature in an environment condusive for the spirit to move. Plans in the future are to build a lit journal or anthology via some of the participating artists, create a concert series, and much, much more.

Third Sundays events will be on every third Sunday at 6:30 pm.

If you would like to particiapte, please contact me at vidae@writing.com. If you would like to join the Third Sunday mailing list for events calendar and artist spotlight, please respond to this email. If you are not a christian artist, but know someone who would love the free publicity, please have them contact me and forward this message onto other artists that might be interested. If you are out of the Atlanta area, but plan to come through this year. We would love to have you come out and listen to God speaking through you. Let me know, so that I can include you on the calendar. If this interests you, but you're not the creative type, but might like the fellowship or need to add your prayers to our Third Sunday prayer list, please come or email. It's a free event.

Will Keep You Posted on Further Developments

Dee

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A Good Morning Wake Up Call

Judge Glenda Hatchett 

Selah would not go to sleep last night until 4am. So I got a few winks. I remember praying to God to get me together because I had an important day ahead. I had an interview with Judge Hatchett at eleven and I needed to sound like the consumate women mag journalist(whatever that means.)

So I sleep in--usually I'm up at six. I set my Hello Kitty clock to nine and catch up on some zzzzs. Then at nine she calls. I'm asleep, but I slide the phone to my ear and drawl, Hello(more like Haylo.)

Judge Hatchetts responds to me like sunshine after a rainy day for a sprite five year old. I sit up. Rub my eyes and smile. Hot dog! She's early. Needless to say the interview was swell. I love her for real now. She's so sweet. And she's so committed to her calling as a mother and an advocate for children everywhere.

But what in the world does this have to do with my writing?

She told me that she didn't plan to become the telejudge that she has become. In fact, she came into this thing kicking and screaming. And if she would have known more about Atlanta Fulton County Courthouse she never would have taken the job. But She had to take herself and her wants out of the equation and do what God wanted her to do.

And that revelation sat in my chest this morning.

Let me tell you. I've been struggling with this writing fiction thing. I love to read it. Love to edit it. Review it. Write it. But I know so much more than what I expected for this thing to be, and I want to throw in the towel. I don't feel like competing with people who write like crap, but can spin a drama faster than I can pop my bubble yum gum. Last year I did the forty days of purpose from Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life and when I completed my life statement, without a doubt writing was God's plan for me. Will it be fiction? I don't know. But whatever it is has to take me out of the equation and put God first. And to be honest, that's hard to do when you're broke. So we'll see. On to chapter one, finally...

Writing to see what the end gon' be,
Dee

Sugar Cane Poles, Snapping Turtles and Little House

I try very hard not to make my blog entries too personal. But there are times when I have a moment and I need to put it somewhere to remind me later of the Holy Spirit moving through me and Christ reaching out to me.
Now is such a time...
There is a bubbling joy and heartache going in me.
I'm watching Disney's version of Little House on the Prairie, one of my favorite book series and one of the few television shows my mother allowed my twin brother, David and I to watch when we were children.
And I feel so much something special by watching it. Maybe it's the Native Americans that have drifted through the prairie or its my longing for my great grandmother, Rosa, a petite South Carolinian Cherokee speaking Indian with a hint of Geechee in her voice, who kept an old familiar hymn--"A Charge to Keep I Have"--forever mumbling on her lips. She taught me how to fish with a sugar cane pole, dig up earthworms with a snuff bucket, gut a fish, and shoot with rifle. But more important how to be a woman of Spirit. I miss her right now. And I...I know...I believe she sees me or she speaks to me.
Too full for words or typing.
I stop for now.

Writing to see what the end gon' be,
Dee

What's up with Blogger

I think I may need to find a new home for my Christian Fiction Blog. I created two posts yesterday and they didn't post. Any cheap,but great recommendations?

dee