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A Birthday Poem for Jacob

By Sue Spitulnik

Music. The universal language.

When there’s a beat, toes tap and bodies sway.

It can be fast and exciting, evoke feelings of loneliness,

Or have an air of peace and tranquility.

Animals even surround a singer with a guitar

I’ve watched it happening on a video.

Music. It’s one reason I met my husband

He wanted a dance partner

We could fill an empty floor

Just the two of us doing an old fashioned swing

Usually during the dinner hour

When the DJ played the crooner’s songs

Music. We sing along when alone in the car

And it takes us away from our today

People clean house to it

Surgeons operate to it

Children wiggle their bodies and butts

Grinning while being the center of attention

Music, the universal language

Aging backs took away our dance steps

So we enjoy listening, sitting near the band

In bars like the Spirit Room.

It brought us here, it’s why we come back

Well that and the birthday boy

Music is one of Jake’s things

He has a marvelous set of pipes

Everyone should get to hear at least once

Plus he makes a wickedly good cocktail

That might include an eyeball

And he writes poetry much better than so many others

Music, has brought us many new friends

Those who play it and those who listen

Some we’ve grown very close to and

Others are acquaintances in the crowd

Music, is alive in Rochester. It’s a big deal

And in so many locations

Sometimes we choose by the venue’s menu

Because our favorites are giging the same night

Music brings us together

By genre, talent, acoustically and otherwise

The stories that are sung

Could be yours or mine

Full of protest or gospel understanding

Patriotic even, the result is the same

It’s a way to share the reality of life

Music continues to be

Everywhere, All the time    

Happy birthday, Jacob

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Show-dont tell – presentation

At last Saturday's meeting we were watching a video presentation entitle "show - don't tell." After a few minutes, fussy technology reigned and I couldn't get the video restarted. Member, Kim Gore jumped up from her seat and professionally saved the day. After a bit more instruction, she gave us the following prompt that tells about something happening and asked us to write the same scene showing it to our fellow readers. 
Prompt: He was so angry that he threw the shovel across the driveway and screamed. His wife came out of the house and gave him a cup of cocoa.  
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My descriptive version: by Paul Irvine

He stared hard at the shovel, half full of snow, the ice sticking to it adding ten pounds. His frozen toes now forgotten, he kicked it, shattering the ice and his big toe, and sending him flying down the driveway on his back. The resulting scream echoed down the street, like a blast from a shotgun. His wife, already half way out the door, rushed to him, slipped and spilled the hot cocoa down his open jacket. As she hit the ground, their duo screams set off their car alarms, adding to the winter cacophony filling their neighborhood!
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Effort to show not tell - Kathleen Plum:

It was a bitter cold wintery morning and the three feet of snow and ice on Jack’s driveway begged to be left alone. He was still steaming from the argument with his wife over their taxes; he was happy to feel the icy breeze brush his nose and cheeks as he stepped out of the house with the snow shovel. A thin, fluffy coating of snow had disguised the thick, hard layer of ice beneath it. In pure frustration, Jack threw his shovel across the driveway and screamed. But then he saw the outline of a bloody human hand, with only 3 fingers, encrusted in the ice below. Now the wind- or maybe it was the hand in the ice- took his breath away entirely. Jack was still speechless as his wife came out of the house bearing a cup a cocoa in repentance for her part in the dust-up that morning, oblivious to the macabre scene that awaited her.
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Immediate response to telling prompt -  by Sue Spitulnik

"This damn snow. I want to move south."
"You've said that for years and I agree, then you say you won't leave the kids."
"That's your line."
"Okay. It's your mother you won't leave. Go shovel before she gets here."
He put on three shirts, his insulated pants, a heavy coat and gloves. I added his knit cap and opened the door for him. Next thing I heard was a scream and a thump. I ran to the window. The shovel was five feet into the yard and he was sitting on his ass, fuming, but seemed okay. I watched. He slowly turned to get on all fours and gingerly got up. I went to the kitchen to make him a cup of hot cocoa and put a shot of whiskey in it thinking whatever works. I took it out to him. He would be nicer when his mother arrived. 
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As you can see, Paul and Kathleen followed the prompt. Sue rearranged the timeline in her writing showing that everyone wrote what came to mind with different character personalities, and different settings. This is because every author draws on their own personal experiences when writing, and no two people think alike. It was a good presentation for everyone present. Fun side note: more than one person included an argument about doing their taxes.
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Lighting Fascinates Me            

NASA researchers found that nighttime lights in the US shine twenty to fifty percent brighter in December due to holiday light displays and other activities. (Ron Charles, The Washington Post citing The Earth at Night, NASA-2020)

I find that bit of information interesting. A few years ago, while visiting the Grand Canyon, I experienced the opposite. At the hotel and cabin complex near the south rim, most all outside lights were off at night in the name of preventing “light pollution.” Small “night lights” were the only illumination on sidewalks. It was dangerous as I couldn’t see well enough to discern the numbers on the cabins to make sure I entered the correct doorway. I had to use the flashlight on my phone.  

Last weekend I had the opportunity to enjoy a two-and-a-half-hour nighttime parade on the city streets of New Orleans. The lighted floats and costumes were delightful. The police presence for security was impressive. Did I feel unsafe? Not at all, but for all the work put into the costumes, I think I would have enjoyed being able to see them better. There were three young people’s bands with lots of drums. I wish I could have given their adult instructors a sign that I respected the time they were donating, but they couldn’t see me well enough so I could get their attention. It was only 50 degrees. I was glad to have on my warm coat that I wear all winter in rural New York State.

On a clear moonlit night at home, I stare out my bedroom window, admiring the shadows of tree limbs on the snow or ground. There are many sharp turns and pathways that remind me of my life. It has not all been easy. Some of the turns I have created myself, and others have happened because I did not take action or because someone else did something I had no control over. Looking at the shadows and remembering experiences gives me a sense of belonging and peace.

I’ve come a long way. My travels have been many, and there are more paths to explore. Some will be hidden in shadow and some will be so bright I may need sunglasses.

One can replicate the light that illuminates our paths by the light we leave in our wake. Just for a fun writing experience, please share your thoughts in the comment section about the types of light that you notice.

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Happy 2025

Our January 25th meeting will find us planning for 2025. As President, still, I will be asking what you hope to gain by being a member of the group, What areas of the writer’s world you would like explained in presentations, and who do you know who can share their expertise.

We will discuss some ideas about what more the members could be doing for each other as fellow writers. Plus, there should be time for a fun writing exercise just to get the creative thoughts working and some words written.

I wish each of you, members and non-members, who follow our website and give life to the group a happy, healthy 2025.

Sue Spitulnik

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November 23 Meeting

President Sue Spitulnik will be sharing her favorite conference takeaways from the year. One has to do with how to sell more books when you, as the author, are the guest speaker. Another concerns using that stored notebook you have waiting for a special occasion. (Bring it with you, please.) We will also discuss the importance of utilizing on-line conferences and why to go to live ones. One more item will be how to use the group to advertise your new books and/or anthologies before they are published and once they are.

Visitors are always welcome at Lilac City Rochester Writers. We hope you’ll come check us out. Our meeting location and meeting time are listed on the first page of this site.

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Happy New Year

The older I get, the faster the time goes. I know you’ve heard that before. I’m not sure why it feels that way, but it does. Lilac City Rochester Writers has closed out another year of presentations, peer critiques, and our annual year-end pot-luck gathering. I feel it has been a year of growth, knowledge expansion, and good writing.

Personally, I joined a fourth writing group; Women Writing the West. I mention it because soon after joining, I went on a music cruise where I met an artist who is married to a full-blood Houma Native American. Because of the author/speaker I met through WWW, I knew about the tribe he mentioned. You should have seen his eyes light up when I knew where his wife was from. The point of this verse. One can expand their knowledge of life while they expand the craft of writing by belonging to multiple groups. I recommend it. I’ve added a 99-word flash piece that I wrote to demonstrate a story spine.

My Networking Reality      by Sue Spitulnik

As a girl, I dreamed of being an author.

But, after high school, I became a military wife writing letters home instead of a novel.

Years later, I started a blog. An avid reader from South Africa discovered it and led me to Carrot Ranch.

I enjoyed a Charli-led retreat in Vermont and became friends with another author who introduced me to Women Writing the West.

After a WWW conference where I heard Sarah Elisabeth Sawyer speak, I met an artist on the Big Easy Cruise whose eyes lit up because I knew about Houma and Choctaw Native Americans.

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LCRW President is Podcast Guest on “Once Shattered; Picking Up the Pieces”

Sue eloquently and openly shares her experiences and those of members of the Rochester Veterans Writing Group, who find writing about their military experiences cathartic. These vignettes will make you laugh, open your eyes to the perks and challenges of being in the military, as well as the sacrifices made by those who serve and their families. Their books, United in Service, United in Sacrifice, and … NOT Fade Away are available on Amazon.

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/writing-sharing-healing-united-in-service-united-in/id1576543501?i=1000621756591