A LCRW Member Shares Her Writing Journey Story

Sally Steele’s Journey

I have no natural talent for writing, so it is a skill I’ve had to learn. I could blame
my high school English teachers for not preparing me to tackle the written word, but my
inattention during class is the more likely culprit. When I graduated from high school, I
couldn’t construct coherent sentences or cohesive paragraphs, not that I made any
serious attempts to try it at that time in my life.

My post-high school attempts at storytelling fell flat. I briefly considered taking
journalism in college, but I had no ideas, so I chose math and science instead. I never
did finish college anyway and the fastest computer at that time was the Cray II, and it
took up two rooms. Only big businesses, universities, and NASA had computers.

Life moved on and I got married and had a family, so any dreams I had of writing
languished. Then, after thirty-some-odd years, ideas came to me, but I still couldn’t
write a readable story. Fortunately, a night-school flyer arrived in my mailbox – the one
at the end of my driveway. (Still not up to the “everybody has a computer” era.)

Kim Gore, a member of LCRW, was teaching a class on creative writing, and I
signed up. It helped, but I still had a lot to learn. From the writing class, I heard about a
Critique Group in the Barnes & Noble at the Greece Mall on the Ridge. It’s every second
Thursday from 6:30 pm – 8 pm, and tuition is free, which fits into my budget.

At the Critique Group, I found out about LCRW. The membership fee is only $20
a year, again easy on my budget, and I have learned from seasoned writers on how to tell
a tale with clarity and color. I’ve even had a poem and an essay published in local
papers.

LCRW offers encouragement, instruction and friendship and I recommend it to
all aspiring writers. If nothing else, you’ll have fun. Don’t delay – you have a novel in
you the rest of the world should read. Come join us.

Kris Kringle

Kris Kringle is my name
Giving gifts is my game
Every year when snow flies
I take my sleigh into the skies.
Bags of toys filled to the brim
are covered up with bows and trim.
Christmas trees sparkling bright
Guide my reindeer on their flight.
Little boys and little girls
Stay asleep through my twirls.
No one knows when I am there
I sneak around, they know not where.
Cookie crumbs I leave behind
But somehow no one seems to mind.
Tinsel trim stuck in my belt
Holly leaves, their pricks I felt.
Glittered cards shed their sparkles
In my hat and down my farckles.
Christmas Eve ends all too soon,
I rush up north in a zoom.
The sleigh ride’s done
The toys are gone
Now I can sleep
The whole year long.

Sally Steele wrote this poem to share at our Christmas Party. Thank you.