Meander 1 -- Poem -- High Tide --
Waters rush, dash
At the huddled crown
Seeking to pull the masses from safety
She lets the high tide
To draw her further
Further out to sea.
When the waters break security
Into bubbles, froth and foam
Content she is to lie
On surging waves
High tide pulls her
From the shore
To reach the deepening sea.
Meander 2 Retreat. Many members of our chapter met at a resort kind of place and spent Saturday writing on our stories. I'm not sure how everyone else did but I managed to add about 2ooo words to my current WIP. The laughter and talk was great and we all learned more about each other. I hope the events of the weekend carry over to the every day and people continue writing up a storm.
Meander 3 - Writing -- Finally got my latest WIP on target. A bit behind since I had to regroup and do some rewriting of several segments. Hopefully by the end of this month I'll be into the further drafts so I can finish the book soon.
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