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Margaret I. Carr

Hoax Alert

I get a lot of email. Some of the email addresses I used are blocked against attachments but not all. Still, I don't lose much time because of viruses. What I mostly get are hoaxes. By now I recognize most of them at first glance:

  • my email address is just one of many in the To: field
  • somewhere in the text it urges me to forward it to everyone I care about
  • it tells me I must act now or something awful will happen to my computer or a child will die or similar emotional trigger phrases
  • many claim to be verified by some well-known company and/or the sender

What irks me most is the appeal to compassion. The old 'get rich quick' and socially disapproved pictures scams are still around but most new hoaxes target people's concern for others and desire to help.

Probably the only defense against hoaxes is to ignore them. Delete immediately or check them out and then delete. Don't play into their hands, waste bandwidth and make it harder for legitimate needs to be heard by forwarding them.

Here are a few of the many sites that list hoaxes. The first one also includes instructions for recovery if you got hit by the recent hoax that told you to delete a normal Windows file.

http://www.symantec.com/avcenter/venc/data/sulfnbk.exe.warning.html

http://www.cyber.com.au/users/jenn/
http://www.cyber.com.au/users/jenn/layman/virus.html

http://www.hoaxkill.com/hoaxes.html
http://library.smsu.edu/Resources/hoaxes.html
http://hoaxbusters.ciac.org/

http://www.symantec.com/avcenter/vinfodb.html
http://vil.mcafee.com/hoax.asp

http://kumite.com/myths/

The Urban Legends reference pages

http://www.icq.com/support/urge.html

Margaret I. Carr


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Catherine's Kitchen

Catherine Manning

Another Sunday

ONE OF THE MILDER SUNDAY INCIDENTS caused by us children, slightly older, but same scenario, father fishing, nanny sleeping and overseer doing whatever he was doing that Sunday. This time my mother decided she would 'relax' at home as she had not long had number six and decided it was safer to be on the spot.

For some reason, my father did not use his normal fishing car, which was a little Standard 7, one which the front doors opened back from the front, rather than from the middle of the car and because this car stank from fish and the bait basket he developed from week to week, we shied away from it. That day he used our school car which was a Morris 1000 and since we couldn't use our mother's car, we were destined to use the Standard.

My elder brother took the Standard to the nearest tap in the bottom yard and washed and cleaned it from top to bottom, inside and out, to the last fish scale. After that we confirmed that my mother was sleeping and locked her in the bedroom. Both the younger babies were still sleeping in the cradles, but my three-year-old sister was not, so she joined the fray. Take into consideration that my parents' bedroom had five windows and two doors and a roof ran all the way round the house, so she could not be locked in officially. Nevertheless in our minds, she was locked in and we couldn't be caught!

This time it was decided that we would go driving. My eldest brother at that time was nine and since he was already a rally club driver, my father never objected. However, at seven, I had a conscience, so at the last minute I opted out and refused to be party to the expedition! So off went my two brothers and three- year-old sister. I waved them off and went back upstairs to bed and waited for my mother to wake up, which she did eventually. I never let her out of the bedroom as it would have been disloyal to the others, but after she ran over the roof and let herself in again and found only me, I told her the truth. My mother was thirty-two years old and had six children under the age of nine!

As usual the police and the neighbouring posse arrived and also the plantation workers, who always knew where we were and what we were up to, so everything was safe. Only the powers that be got over-excited. The expedition arrived back safely, having not been caught, as neither the posse or police knew the cart tracks like we did and they got lost. We could actually drive from one plantation to the other within a five mile radius on cart tracks, having only to cross over the main roads.

One of the posse 'Uncle' Ken, a big man with flaming red hair and a walrus moustache to match, looked down at my eldest brother and proceeded to tell him that if he was his son he would give him a good beating. My younger brother who was then five, looked up at him, hands on the hips and said "Well ya 'ent his father so ya can't." Needless to say when his nine-year-old son was caught by the police driving on the main road soon after, he thought that was very funny, and so did we!

After the usual Sunday afternoon entertainment was over, everyone left, this time BEFORE my father came home! I honestly think the police enjoyed these Sunday afternoon distractions, as at that time there was no drugs and little crime.

As usual my column is late, due this time to my elder brothers 60th birthday. So far he's had two parties and with the amount of food left on Sunday, he could have a third. The first was on the 13th May (his birthday was the 12th), for family and the second was on Sunday 27th for about 70 friends, and I catered for that one fully. This is frightening, we're getting old.

I made Buljol and Chicken Liver Pate with melba toast and a variety of crackers to start. Then we had Roast leg of Pork, Fried Fish (Mahi-Mahi), Roast Garlic Chicken, Pepperpot, Candied Sweet Potatoes, Vegetable Fried Rice, Macaroni and Cheese and Seven Layer Salad. Dessert was finger food: brownies, coconut tarts and guava tarts.

BULJOL

  • 1lb. Salted Cod (boneless if possible)
  • 2-3 large onions
  • 2-3 cucumbers
  • 2-3 large tomatoes
  • hot pepper to taste
  • lime juice
  • white vinegar
  • oil

Prepare salt fish. Either soak it for about 12 hours, changing the water occasionally to get out the excess salt or boil it. changing the water once, being careful not to get out too much salt, as you should not have to add salt. Remove any skin or stay bones and pull into little pieces.

Chop onions, tomatoes and de-seeded cucumbers and mix with salt fish. Quantity is up to you, I like a lot of each but not so they overpower the salt fish. Chop hot pepper into tiny pieces and add a little at a time till you reach limit. Add lime juice and vinegar to taste; I like it to taste more lime than vinegar but the two should blend and not overpower. Add a little oil as this stops it being dry. The end result should be juicy, not dry. It's difficult to give quantities, as I don't measure anything, so experiment.

CANDIED SWEET POTATOES

  • 1lb. sweet potatoes
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • pinch salt
  • 2tbs. water
  • 2tbs. margarine

Method 1:
Peel potato, cut into chunks and boil. Melt margarine, add salt, water and sugar and stir till sugar is melted and mixture is syrupy. Place potato in greased casserole, add syrup and bake in a moderate oven until lightly browned (about 45 minutes) basting occasionally.

Method 2:
Double up on the syrup. Peel potato and cut into chunks. Add potato to syrup in saucepan and cook over a low heat till cooked and brown. Syrup should cover potatoes. Stir gently to stop burning.

VEGETABLE FRIED RICE

  • 1 cup rice
  • 2 cups water
  • salt
  • 1 tbs. margarine
  • lemon pepper
  • 1 large carrot, grated
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 1/2 red, 1/2 yellow, 1/2 green sweet peppers chopped
  • soya sauce
  • sesame oil

Add salt to taste and margarine to two cups of water in saucepan. Bring to the boil, add rice, bring back to boil, stir, cover saucepan and lower heat to barely simmer. Cook 20 minutes, turn off heat and leave to cool. Rice should not be sticky, but if it is it may be washed rinsed in a colander under a tap.

In frying pan, heat sesame oil, just enough to coat bottom with no excess. Put rice in frying pan and toss, add vegetables and stir fry. Add enough soy sauce to coat the rice and flavour it well; it will turn the mixture light brown. Check seasoning for pepper; you don't usually have to add salt as the rice is already salted and the soy will do the rest, but that is optional as is your choice of other seasoning.

Bon Appetit
Cath


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Drabble Corner

Michelle Swisz

There are two Drabbles this month on the theme of "It Came to Life." It seems I can't say "no" to either one of them.

June Drabble #1: Fool Moon
by Howard Harrelson

'Twas a skritchy scratchy night in a dry October and curling leaves pushed by a dust devil skittered down the alley with a dry scratching sound as I passed into the shadows. Above me, a raven cawed its warning in the night breeze silhouetted on a wire against a street light. These thoughts, these moments of meandering mentation, suddenly became my gift to the enveloping maw of the fool moon above as she sucked me dry with a quick glance at the back of my head. I, somewhat lighter, continued to walk ahead as though nothing at all had happened.

June Drabble #2: It Came To Life
by Tracy Simmons

Sophie was making a big fuss about something. This wasn't unusual, but I kept one eye on her anyway. I didn't want to give up my warm spot by the radiator unnecessarily. She appeared to be unwrapping something, but I was pretty sure it wasn't food. At last she dropped the object on the floor. It looked like just a ball of fluff. But then suddenly, it moved! In a flash I pounced, sinking all my claws into whatever it was. When I was sure it was dead, I let it go again and went back to my warm spot.


Some days, though, it seems that we don't come to life -- especially those days when we want to, or when we even do, just pull the covers back up around us. But, ready or not, feeling confident or feeling terrified, here we still are, living that confidence or that terror. What does it mean, then, to not be ready? Are we at a disadvantage when we face life unready for it, and/or are we stronger when we do so? And, if stronger, is that strength contributed to by exercising a leap in faith?

August theme, then... Ready or Not, in either Single Drabble (100 words)or Double Drabble (200 words) form. The July theme is set for Metaphor, also your choice of single or double.

Check out the latest guidelines, then email me with your Drabbles, Dribbles (one line responses to previous Drabbles), and whatever input you have! Until next month, everyone,

Michelle

Email your drabbles to me at drabble@wvu.org.


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Alison Hawke

Facts in Fiction

If I was reading a story set in England where a character took a direct train from Ipswich, Suffolk, to Guildford, Surrey, I wouldn't be very impressed. Why? Because there isn't a direct line between the two. You have to go via London, dragging heavy bags and cases across two lines of the London Underground (say, Northern and Circle lines) from Liverpool Street station to Waterloo. Trust me.

I almost said Northern and Central lines there. According to my credit card sized map of the central London Underground system, Northern and Circle is the route I used to take. I wasn't sure, and I wanted to get it right. I've been across central London on the Underground enough times to start getting my lines crossed, as it were.

Putting facts into your fiction has the same effect as wrapping a rumour in a truth. The truth validates the fiction just by being there. With rumours, that's a lousy thing to have happen, with fiction it's great!

Fact is a double-edged blade: get it right and it works for you, get it wrong and it slices into your credibility. Bill Bryson wrote a book called Notes from a Small Island, written as he was taking a farewell tour on Britain before returning to live in America. Some of the most interesting parts of that book to me were his views of places I know. I wanted to see if he'd got it right, if he'd noticed the same things I did, what he saw that I didn't. His piece on the Pleasure Gardens in Bournemouth was spot on because I could recognise what he was talking about. It's an excellent book if you don't mind snorting with laughter while reading.

Thomas Hardy used fact in his fiction by stealth. His novels took place in the fictional English county of Wessex, which bears a striking resemblance to the real-life county of Dorset. Hardy used the structures of Dorset towns but covered them with the fiction of Wessex. It was a cunning ploy, because he could pass off errors in comparing Wessex to Dorset as artistic license. Casterbridge (from The Mayor of Casterbridge) is based on the real-world city of Dochester.

Use of fact is on my mind because I want to base my novel in Guildford, the town I lived and studied in for five years. My knowledge of the place is about two years out of date and I'm wondering how much artistic license I should use. Somehow I have to slot a mental hospital from two hundred miles away (no, I was just visiting) into Guildford, or a town close by. I do have experience of the main places I want to use: a small town by the sea, some open heath ground, an office building and of course that mental hospital.

But I'm wondering if truth is stranger than fiction. Would you believe me if I described a Victorian sanatorium, complete with bars on doors and windows, expansive grounds and cell-like rooms? The main entrance looked like a hotel lobby, red and gold furnishings and plush carpet, but as you went deeper in you found white concrete walls, or nasty green paint. I could make the place up, but I don't think I could come up with anything better. Our personal experiences are just waiting to be mined for nuggets we can use in stories. More on that next month. See you then.


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By Wynelda-Ann "Wyndie" Shelton

Dragon Bite is part of the novel, Dragon Law, in Mythic Structures, a work of fantasy fiction, and involves the heroine Alex who was introduced to T-Zero readers in the short story, The Cobweb Inn.

Bite of the Dragon

Alex hung onto Michael’s arm as they walked into the state dining room. Like the rest of this land, the room was decorated to excess. Opulent table settings in gold littered a table already overcrowded with candles, flowers, and crystal.

Alex felt an abrupt longing for the casual elegance of Yandara. Or the simple beauty of the Winter Palace, where she lived with Shane.

" Are you ready?" Michael whispered in her ear.

Looking at the glittering flock of courtiers, Alex nodded. They would not get the best of her. " Let’s go."

Michael led her over to the head of the table, where they were to be seated next to the king. " Your Majesty," Michael inclined his head to the king. Alex curtsied, lowering her eyes so that she would not have to look at the bastard.

" Welcome, Michael, King of Yandara. And this is your sister, Princess Alexandria?" His voice dripped with feigned sincerity.

" Yes, Darius, this is my sister the Princess Alexandria." Michael pulled her gently up from her curtsy.

Alex resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was the Mistress of the Dragons, recognized as a monarch in her own right. In every land except for this one.

" And is she betrothed as of yet?"

Alex’s hand tightened painfully on Michael’s arm. She was married to an assassin. How would he explain that?

" Yes, she is betrothed." He was so much better at the niceties than she was.

" My loss is another man’s gain." Darius went to the head of the table, stood behind the throne-like chair. He motioned Michael and Alex to opposite sides. Alex’s grip bit into Michael’s arm. She watched him grimace slightly as he realized that she would hurt him severely if he did not correct the problem.

" I’m sorry, Darius, but custom does not allow for this. Alex must be seated to my right." Alex refrained from smirking, keeping her eyes downcast. It would do no good to show Darius how she felt.

Alex listened with half an ear to the conversations around her. Darius, the goat, was trying to get Michael to break her betrothal. The women across from her were gossiping about someone Alex didn’t know. Alex picked up the goblet in front of her and took a slow drink of wine.

" Have you been here before?" the man seated on her right asked.

" No, I am rarely allowed out of our lands," Alex kept her eyes downcast.

" How odd. I could swear that I’ve seen you somewhere…" Thankfully, the servants stepped up to the table and began to offer the food. The man next to her fell quiet as he began to eat.

Soup, salads, pastries. Alex wondered briefly how anyone could be expected to walk after eating the amount of food that these people consumed. Course after course was served, each more filling than the last.

Alex picked at her food, pushed it around the golden plate. She watched in disgust as one of the women across from her speared a roasted chicken and plopped it on her plate. Most asked for a quarter chicken, some a half. Though the aroma was robust, Alex waved the server away. If she ate half of what was being offered she would pop out of her gown.

" The next dish is delicious, one of our cook’s specialties. You must try it, Princess Alexandria." Alex turned to Darius as he spoke, looked him in the eye for the first time that night. She kept her own eyes flat as she met the calculation in his.

Darius waved a server to him and gave his instructions. A steak was placed ceremoniously in front of Alex. Her stomach tightened as she recognized it for what it was. She could taste the bile as it rose in her throat. The steak smelled of death, of blood. It was a cry for vengeance and her body clenched with the need for action.

She met Darius’ eyes, and he held his goblet up in salute. He knew. The bastard knew who she was.

Alex slowly cut a bite size piece of the dragon steak. She probed her mental link with the Royal White Dragon gently as she speared the meat with her fork. She raised the fork to Darius in salute, making sure to retain eye contact with him. When the link was completed, Alex took the dragon meat into herself, letting it sustain her. "Become one with me while I avenge you and your brothers," she prayed silently. Her soul cried out to the White. The White responded with images: of dragons leaving the land, leaving hatchlings behind. Of men keeping the eggs warm merely to kill the hatchlings as they tried to enter the world.

Alex smiled at Darius. Michael’s hand gripped her arm, but she ignored him. She sent an image of destruction to the White, of burnt fields, of the destruction of those who had killed the hatchlings. Retribution.

Alex looked deeply into Darius’ eyes. Could feel his uncertainty. Could smell the fear that clung to him.

Vengeance.

" Delicious," she murmured.


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Healthy Horizons

Laurie Lupold

Realities

I sit quietly, staring ahead but not really seeing anything. Thoughts race through my mind like dialect from several biographies. I'm numb. I don't know where I'm headed and regret where I've been. Pain rips at my heart and fills me with desperation. I feel vulnerable to life's inconsistencies and that scares me. I'm not quite sure I'm in control of the life I have before me, or whether I can keep a clear mind and live it as progressively as possible when all I really want to do is escape until the air leaves my body.

I don't mean to cause you pain when I say these things or to draw concern or sympathy to my life. The presentation of this column has always been open-hearted and I feel giving my readers something other than what I am feeling or creating at the time is cheating them of what they deserve. This isn't a plea for rescue. My thoughts will remain as such and not be turned into actions but that does not leave them as being any less significant.

Dealing with these mental dysfunctions scares the hell out of me sometimes and the fact that I'm not scared to breathe my last breath makes me question my sanity. Sometimes I feel like I am hanging from a ledge questioning whether I should pull myself up or just let go.

It's hard for me to look at what I've done with my life because it's always been difficult for me to see success in myself. I feel like I have just wasted my life, not offered anything to anyone of any worth or significance. I've had many situations I claimed were failures and have taken responsibility for everything that has been bad in my life whether I was to blame or not. I felt the guilt and accepted it as my shame.

I have timidly walked through the garden of life not wanting to be noticed, for if I was exposed, what would one say? What would they think? Would they tease and belittle me? Would I grow weak in the knees at their presence and reveal myself as a fool? Would my tremors be noticed and used as a source for their amusement? Would my physical appearance matter or could they see beyond?

I continue down this path one day at a time because that's the only way that I'm able to live it. I'm never really sure what life is going to throw at me next. My moods can change in seconds. The anxiety gets so bad sometimes I feel like I am suffocating and at night the panic creeps in now and then to steal my sleep. This isn't the life I bargained for but the life I was given. Though at times I really struggle with it, I find a reason to survive every day. That reason, today, might be you!


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Valerie Ackroyd

We are Mad, Mad, Mad

As I sit here sniffling and choking in front of my computer, box of tissues and a cup of steaming hot water with lemon and the dredges of my honey pot close to hand, I consider the events that drove me to this situation. Was it the four day hop across the country last week, with the time change and ensuing loss of sleep? Or was it the sixteen hours spent in planes and airports, edgy, wondering if flights would be on time (they weren't), and wondering if the stranger hacking away in the seat beside me carried some mysterious virus (he probably did). Or was it the return to the workplace last Friday, jet lagged and sleep deprived, a mountain of data sitting on my desk, produced by a cousin to the very same machine that now provides me this avenue to vent my spleen?

Whatever it was, this cold (or mysterious virus) has proven to be a mixed blessing. Having dragged my protesting body into the office these past six days, last night I finally croaked "enough" and allowed myself to be borne away by my concerned mate, tucked into bed, and given stern instructions to "stay there until you are human again". That, of course, may mean that I will still be here when Gabriel blows his celestial trumpet. Because, you see, having moved to the U.S. three years ago (at the behest, I may say, of aforementioned mate), I have become seriously infected by the most virulent virus at all--the American "Work Ethic".

Oh, I had been aware of this pestilence when I lived in Canada. There were even a few Canadians of my acquaintance who were carriers. Still, I believed that, after 20 years in the gentle workplace of Canadian universities, where reflection and recreation are bywords, my competence and commonsense would be a match for anyone who might seek to make a (whisper the word) "workaholic" out of me. After all, weren't we now living in a small town of 19,000 in the Oregon mountains? Wasn't the college that recently hired me one third the size of the universities I had heretofore worked at? Surely, things would move at a slow pace and I would be able to spend time "doing what matters most", being involved in the community. Perhaps, in my spare time, finally writing that novel that has been nagging at me for several years.

Hah! My first inkling that my assumptions might need to be "readjusted" came when my boss proudly announced that she had not been home for dinner for the past month, that she carries a cell phone so that her children can speak to her and that her idea of a "vacation" is a long weekend spent painting her house. "This won't happen to me", I said to myself. I continued to say it over the next three months as the 40 hour workweek (a shock in itself as our norm back home was 35-37.5) became 42, 43, 45 and finally, the last few weeks, edged up to 50. And why is it so? Does the work really warrant it? Truthfully--no. With the right training from the beginning, with planning and preparation, and with delegation, this needn't have happened. And, as I endure another fit of coughing and think that it is time to repair to my bed once again, I swear that it will NOT happen again next year.

The sad thing is, though, that in this cutthroat society, even in this small college environment, working 40 hours or less is seen as being unambitious, "not with the program". It doesn't seem to matter how effective you are--if you're effective, they'll ask you to take on more. And, if you refuse, you'll be nailed to your desk forever, turned down for promotions because "she's not a team player" or "doesn't have what it takes". Just what does it take beyond a willingness to sacrifice family, health and, ultimately, sanity, for something that can be gone in the blink of an eye?

I wonder how many other competent, commonsense, people are out there who are underrated and under appreciated because they see that there is more to life than running around in a sort of "Lobster's Quadrille" * work wise. Perhaps we can start our very own support group (another phenomenon that has emerged from our driven society). Any suggestions?

*   I now have a deep and abiding respect for Lewis Carroll and the truths he spoke in "Alice in Wonderland". I wonder if some bright light (it could even be me if I could find the time) might decide to write "The Tao of Alice"? It might just become an underground management bestseller.


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Poetics Presents

Jim Hatfield

Jim Hatfield has worked in print and broadcast journalism and now mainly writes speeches and corporate videos, as well as poetry. He lives in the Chicago area and has completed several WVU courses. "Good writing," he says, "is good thinking with ink on it." Jim has previously been published in T-Zero.

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Nature's Play

The curtain rises at break of day,
pink filters tint the brightening sky.
Nature is casting for the play.

Dark water ripples, grasses sway,
a pelican preens, prepares to fly.
The curtain rises at break of day.

An alligator stirs in search of prey,
herons mimic a seagull's cry.
Nature is casting for the play.

Ducklings timidly ply the bay,
the alligator blinks a hooded eye.
The curtain rises at break of day.

Grey doves pause as if to pray,
the alligator strikes, a duckling cries.
Nature is casting for the play
as curtain rises at break of day.

Copyright © 2001 by Jim Hatfield


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Poetics Presents

Susan Rosenkrantz

Susan Rosenkrantz is a new writer and has only been writing poetry for less than a year. She has resided in Illinois for all her forty-six years. Susan's work has previously been published in the T-Zero Mid-Month specials.

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Once Again

I resist, you persist
bad mistake, madly shaken
slender wrist, violent twists.

Soft moan, subdued groan
inhumane heartache, insane heartbreak
fiercely thrown, broken bones.

Copyright © 2001 by Susan Rosenkrantz


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Beth Matuska

Beth Matuska grew up in a small town in northern Idaho, and is now attending the University of Idaho as an English Literature major.

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Haiku-Nighttime

The light slowly fades
Darkness creeps upon us now
The bright stars come out

Copyright © 2001 by Beth Matuska


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T-zero Xpandizine is proud to announce these WVU members who have gained recognition in their writing achievements.

Joanne Oemig has been published in The Musical Family. Her article, Raising Well-Rounded Musical Children, is the leading story. Joanne explained how she nabbed this job. "An editor for The Musical Family Magazine spotted two of my articles online and asked if I would consider joining their staff as a writer. So far they have purchased three articles from me. My first article was just published March 30. The magazine is in the prototype phase on the Internet and will be going into hard copy circulation soon. I'll be writing humorous articles for them on various aspects of music education. It's definitely exciting getting published for the first time. I joined WVU more than a year ago and had no aspirations of anything besides just writing for fun and friendship." Joanne is a member of WVU's Crime and Punishment study group.

Dee Walmsley, a WVU Lifetime Member, won the Donald Grant DeMan Short Story Writing Contest sponsored by Inditer.com. Read Dee's winning entry, Possum in the Park, in the archives of The National Library of Canada. Dee developed two WVU Nature Writing courses which she facilitated a number of times and is involved in the Nature Lovers study group.

The Hit, written by T.K. Harris, was published last month at MysteryNet.com. T.K. said, "This is my first published and paid story so that's kind of exciting, especially since it was the first real 'mystery' type story I've ever written. I had two goals this year. One was to be paid/published. The other was to be paper published. Since this story was ezine, I haven't reached my second goal." Although The Hit is no longer available online, T.K. had another story recently accepted in MysteryNet.com's Twist section. Its publication date is not yet known. Active in the Time Trading Nortonians Rule study group, T.K. has been a WVU member since August, 2000.

Korie Beth Brown has been published in the June issue of Lynx magazine. View Korie's three poems, a ghazal, Watching The 101 South, a haibun, Eaton Canyon At Noon and a tanka,~!~ at Solo Poets. Korie Beth has been a WVU member since last September and is active in the Crime and Punishment study group.

Rie Sheridan, facilitator of WVU's Giving Constructive Feedback course and member of the Binary Bards study group, has sold her novel "The Blood That Binds" to Novel Books, Inc. It will be available in both electronic and print-on-demand format in December 2001. Rie is a Lifetime Member of WVU.

T-zero extends its hearty congratulations to Joanne Oemig, Dee Walmsley, T.K. Harris, Korie Beth Brown and Rie Sheridan and sends best wishes for many more publishing successes.


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George W. Bateson

Six Easy Ways Not To Get Published

Getting published, seeing one’s name in print and receiving the all-important cheques for doing so is not a matter of luck, although it is no bad thing to have Lady Luck riding alongside you. In the main, it all boils down to knowing how not to get published and applying these principles to your written manuscript.

Unresearched or not-fully-researched material will consign your manuscript, no matter how well it is written, to the garbage can. Editors are not daft; they can tell at a glance whether a submitted piece has been written off the top of the head or whether it has been researched. Remember: like it or not, once your item has been published, it is the editor who will be the most likely target of the flack for its inconsistencies. So if you are really keen not to see your work published , don’t research.

Believing editors will accept anything you care to send them is the quickest way to not get into print. They are, believe it or not, busy people. Forget the corporate lunches that run on into the late afternoon, dispense with the idea that they sit with their feet up on the desktop all day. Sales are directly linked to what the editor prints. What he chooses for the publication, be it a book, magazine or even a ‘freebie’, can make or break it. So not sending what the editor wants, not reading what you can regarding the publishing house’s requirements, not reading the magazine, or even gleaning information from the advertisements will ensure you never see your work in print. If this is what you are after, then firmly believe you know better than the editor.

Editors do like to receive a short, well-written letter with the work, giving a brief outline of it and, of course, of your qualifications for having written it in the first place, along with a suitable set of copies of previous work you have done. A badly-written letter, one addressed to the wrong person, one that reveals at a glance that you are probably more suited to emptying garbage cans than writing should clinch your rejection even before reading has started. So if you are determined not to get published send a very dodgy letter.

One thing an editor loves to receive in the post is a good old-fashioned hand-written piece, for it solves problems for him. Should he read it? Should he publish it? What sort of payment is it worth? These and many other considerations are immediately overcome because he will no doubt flick the manuscript to one side to be consigned to the furnace file. We may believe our handwriting is legible and we can read it easily enough and maybe we are not in possession of a typewriter or computer or just can’t use one. If this is your situation, find a way to get it typed. Get a friend to type it for you. You are well on the way to success in not being published if you send hand-written manuscripts.

Those who aspire to write have had schooling of one form or another. They can put pen to paper, or fingers to keys, and produce work and in doing so firmly believe they can also spell, or if there is the odd word or two wrong, the editor or one of his readers will have all the time in the world to correct it. If the piece you have written is of such a standard that the editor wants to use it in his publication, then of course it will be thoroughly checked before printing and an odd word here and there will be put right. But forget it if your article or story contains numerous spelling mistakes, if you haven’t bothered to go over each word to make sure it is spelled correctly, because the editor will most certainly not read beyond the first couple of ill-spelt paragraphs. Thorough checking does take up quite a slice of your valuable writing time and even though most modern computers have a Spellchecker, it does have to be used. So take my word for it: one of the easiest ways not to get into print is to not check spelling and grammar. So take my word for it: one of the easiest ways not to get into print is to not check spelling and grammar.

Guidelines produced by the publishing houses are yours for the asking. In them you will find details of the best way to get into print at each particular place. Not all are the same because not every house has the same requirements, but all do have one or two spots that are alike. First, all manuscripts should be typed and in double-space, and the piece should be identifiable as yours (in other words it should have your name and address on it clear enough for the editor to see). These are simple enough points but simply overlook them and you are a dead duck as far as the editor is concerned. If you seriously do not want to be published, then don’t read the guidelines.

All right, so we have looked at ways to ensure you never see your work in print. But no one writes not to have it published, so turn around the points made and there is every chance you will not only be seeing your published work but also reading the figures on the cheque sent by the well-pleased editor.


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Bharti Athray

The First Steps

One of the easiest things to do is to tell yourself that you want to be a writer and then just keep reading about it. The tough thing is to actually start writing. I have wanted to be a writer ever since I was in school. However, although I have finished school and have been working for over eight years, I still haven’t managed to establish a regular writing habit.

Every once in a while when things aren’t going too well, I sit down and force myself to pull out the old diary, get the pen and start putting words to paper. Unfortunately, as those are the days when all is not right with the world, I find my writing comes out as a stranger’s. I have been using writing for too long as a catharsis. I use it to think, when there are too many bats flying around in my head and I have no clue about how to get them out. That is when I find myself writing, but I am unable to sustain it.

I browse the Net for hours, reading what other aspiring writers are saying, reading what the guys who have "made it big" are saying and I get inspired. I want to write; but I can’t. I can’t make up my mind whether I want to type it into my computer or whether I want to write in my book. Decisions like these get in the way, and before I know it I find myself saying, "Well, it’s okay, I’ll write it down later."

The truth is, though, that later never happens. My poems float away. I never really get down to capturing my characters on paper. I observe life and hope my memory and imagination will store everything for the day I begin my short story but my bright ideas walk out on me when I need them most. It’s terrible to be a writer in the making, to want to write but not to have words.

Yet, at least today, we writers are not alone. We have the Net. We can reach out to each other, read each others' works, comment and share. It is the Net that restored the writer in me today as I sat surfing the Net for writers’ sites. It feels good to know I am not alone, that there are others out there, struggling as I am, learning as I am, to do what we all know in our hearts we are born to do: to write, to give words to thoughts, feelings, experiences that enable us to connect with someone else somewhere.

Maybe this is just one of those rambling articles, one of those feel-good attempts I make when I am trying to get back to writing after almost a month of silence. Still, it feels good just to know that the words are there and I can use them if I want them.

If you have been feeling a little un-writerly lately, don’t worry. These are writers’ growing pains; few of us can wake up every morning and find a fully-formed story to write about. What you can do is read and find some story or a character you want to comment upon. I believe the important thing for us writers is not so much to think about the story or wait for inspiration but to just start writing. Once you start penning down your thoughts, writing your experiences, you are writing. Keep doing this long enough and you will find a story starts to emerge. The rest of it, the serious plotting, the characterisations, will happen over time.

Too many of us read the Handbook for Beginners and never get beyond the synopsis. Never mind the synopsis, that’s for the pros who already know where their story is going. When you feel an urge to create a story that will move someone to tears, laughter or shock, get those ideas out of your head and on the paper! Once you’ve played around with it, then start getting serious; put it into structures and formats. But write, write, write! Don’t worry about what others will say. You have captured a thought, an emotion, an experience that no one else will ever be able replicate because it’s yours. What you have to say is unique. Find your voice and say it. Talk to the reader. That’s what writing is all about.

A further pointer: don’t edit it as soon as you finish. Wait. Move away from it, then come back to it later. See if it still sounds as exciting to you. Then edit out the things that don’t seem right anymore. Keep doing this until you feel good about it. Once this happens, you have taken your first step to becoming a serious writer. That’s what I did and this is my voice! Get into the writing habit, and you will find your voice too!


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WVU Poets Meet For Global Reading

by Glennis Hobbs

Group of Poets.

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On Sunday, April 28, 2001, the first global poetry reading of Writers’ Village University members was held at Serendipity’s Treehouse Meditation Room in Steveston Village, Richmond, British Columbia. Twenty people attended the reading. Eight poets read their work to much applause. Taking part in this reading were Tom and Kathy Spencer from Indiana, Karli Shanklin and Molly Critchlow from Washington State, Rolly de los Santos from the Philippines, Arlene Lawson from Richmond, and Harry and Glennis Hobbs from Manitoba. Nitz acted as photographer and recorded the reading on videotape.

Plans for the reading started when we learned that Rolly and his wife Nitz from the Philippines planned a return visit to Arlene. Arlene’s invitation gave some us the impetus to visit Vancouver.

Over the last few years, we had "met" each other online in poetry study groups and taken various poetry courses together. We had come to know each other in cyberspace through our common interest in poetry. We spent four days getting to know each other in person and found that we had many more mutual interests.

We were also able to enjoy a phone visit from Gloria Pimentel, a fellow WVU poet from California who was unable to attend.

One highlight was a Thanksgiving dinner that Arlene cooked for Rolly and Nitz. We were all thankful for the opportunity to meet and get to know each other. Other highlights were Arlene’s tours of Vancouver, including Queen Elizabeth Gardens and Steveston Village. She also took those who were able to stay longer on a tour of Victoria and the Buchart Gardens.

When I first became involved with Writers Village University, meeting writers face-to-face was something I never even considered. Now, we are hopeful that this will be the first of many gatherings.

Writer’s Village University is all about writers helping writers. For the poets, it will now be a case of friends helping friends.

Photos provided by Arlene Lawson

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Poets at Breakfast.

Poets on the Ferry.

Poets at the Table.


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Until further notice, only plain text submissions in the body of the email will be considered.
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What We Pay For

Fiction: Stories should be of interest to writers in general, not just a narrow group.

Fiction should be submitted to fiction@thewritersezine.com. Payment starts at $15.00.

If considered for publication, you will be asked to return an email agreement including your name and address.

Craft Features: Queries about Craft features should be sent to nonfiction@thewritersezine.com.

Payment starts at $15.00, and, if considered, you will be sent an email agreement to fill out and return.

Poetry: Due to the large number of recent poetry submissions, a temporary hold on further poetry submissions is in place until early 2008.

Please do not email us to ask what we pay for in other categories. When we can add to our list, we will include it in these guidelines.

What We Publish

Original short fiction, poetry, and non-fiction, particularly non-fiction related to the craft of writing and interviews.

For fiction we prefer something with a plot and resolution. If we like the main character, we are more likely to accept the story. If the main character has a problem to resolve or has to make a choice, that's conflict, and we love conflict! Too many writers confuse conflict with fight scenes. Don't be one of them. Give us a protagonist who acts, makes choices no matter how hard they are to solve his or her dilemma, not a wimp who drifts along and has to be rescued.

Non-fiction should be related to the craft of writing or be good resource material for writers. Accuracy and originality are vital. No reprints. If it has already been published somewhere else, our readers will spot it and let us know.

What We Won't Publish

Anything that inspires "hate," is defamatory or is pornographic.

Simultaneous submissions.

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Seasonal material submitted during the same month (i.e., a Christmas story in December). Our lead time is short compared to print publications, but we do need time to edit, html and proof submission. A good guideline is to submit the manuscript by the first of the preceding month (i.e., submit a Christmas story before November 1st).

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  • For Fiction, under 1500 words is preferred. We will consider excerpts from longer works.

  • Poetry should fit on one printed page if possible. A maximum of five poems may be submitted at one time (when the hold is lifted).

  • Non-fiction or Craft features have the most leeway in word count. In general these manuscripts should be 750 to 2,000 words. We like to take advantage of the hypertext capabilities we have available and link to charts, graphs, lists and so forth. Thumbnail versions may be included in the body of the article.

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We expect you to run spell-check and to check your grammar and punctuation before submitting. We will not reject a submission for a few typos or errors, but will if there are an excessive number of errors.

Note: Since our reading audience is international, we do not require a specific version of English. Use the spelling appropriate to your region.

We will automatically correct obvious typos such as “ton” for “not” and may correct simple agreement problems. For anything beyond that, time permitting, we will return the submission to you with a request for corrections.

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Fiction and Craft features published in T-Zero: The Writer's Ezine include brief third person biographical notes on the writers. For all submissions, please compose your own bio and include it to save our editors and yourself time later if/when your piece is accepted for publication. We suggest sharing a little about your background, occupation, geographical location and what inspired your story.

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Fiction should be sent to fiction@thewritersezine.com.

Craft Non-fiction should be queried first. Send query to nonfiction@thewritersezine.com.

Poetry: Due to the large number of recent poetry submissions, a temporary hold on further poetry submissions is in place until early 2008.

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If you do not receive an acknowledgement that your submission or query was received within a week, please send a follow-up query with “Did you Receive?” in the subject line. In the body of the email, please include your name and email address, the title of the work submitted, and if different, the email address sent from. Do not resend the submission unless we request it.

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