NaNoWriMo 2016: Your Novel, Your Universe

nanowrimo_2016November is National Novel Writing Month! This is my fourth year participating.

NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought about writing a novel or non-fiction book. Register and begin your book prep at On Nov. 1, participants begin working toward the goal of writing at 50,000-word book by Nov. 30.

One part writing boot camp, one part rollicking party, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) celebrates its 18th year of encouraging creativity, education, and the power of the imagination through the largest writing event in the world. This year, NaNoWriMo expects nearly 500,000 people—including K-12 students and educators on their brand new Young Writers Program website —to start a 50,000-word novel in the month of November, guided by this year’s theme: Your Novel, Your Universe.

NaNoWriMo in the Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina area

I registered and joined the participants in the Raleigh-Durham region. As of Oct. 30, 387 participants have registered in NaNoWriMo RDU, so you’re not alone, and there are many ways to network to reach your goal. The kickoff party was Oct. 29 at the American Cancer Society in Raleigh and write-ins are planned in Cary, Durham, Apex, Brier Creek and Smithfield throughout the month.

NaNoWrMo in Johnston County, North Carolina

The Johnston County Writers Group is encouraging local participation in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) with four November write-ins at Grapes & Grounds, 135 S Third St, Smithfield. Each write-in is 4pm to 6pm on Thursday, Nov. 3, Thursday, Nov. 10, Tuesday, Nov. 15 and Tuesday, Nov. 29.  Co-hosts are Gary Ridout and myself, Cindy Brookshire.



Author Hope Dougherty (right), a member of the Johnston County Writers, recently held a book talk at Grapes & Grounds.

Wifi and street parking are available at this cozy coffee shop in historic downtown Smithfield (owners/baristas Patrick and Teresa Yauch sell wine, too). Directions to Grapes & Grounds at

The Johnston County Writers Group will still meet at our regular meeting time, 6:30 pm on Nov. 10, the second Thursday of the month, at the Selma Public Library, 301 N. Pollock Street, Selma, NC.

Join us!



Preparing to Vote


I love voting. There’s something about walking into a polling place and showing my voter registration card, reciting my name and address and then going into a private space to cast my vote that is life affirming. Yes, I have this freedom. Yes, I have this voice. Yes, as a woman, I have this right. Yes, I am proud to be an American.

Of course, I’m old enough to be nostalgic for the time when I pulled a huge lever to shut the half-curtains of a voting booth. I loved clicking down the little metal levers in secret and then yanking the big lever again to cast my vote and exit. Modern touchscreens just don’t offer the same satisfying tactile and sensory experience. In my current voting precinct, I write on a paper ballot and feed it into a machine. Thankfully, I get an “I voted” sticker. I remember when budget cuts prevented Prince William County, Virginia from providing stickers. I don’t think they’ll ever do that again.

I love voting so much I worked as an election official for several years in Manassas, Virginia. That was fun because I was able to participate on the inside and see what goes on within precincts. The work was tedious and the hours long, but I loved standing outside in the dark and shouting, “Hear ye, hear ye, the polls are now open.” I loved waiting on people and asking even the most familiar faces, like the city mayor, or my next door neighbor of several decades, to state their names and addresses.

I was amazed at how much stuff people carry around in their wallets and purses – stale cough drops, outdated car insurance cards, dried out ink pens, etc., tumbling out while they searched for their IDs or voter registration cards. I always thought it would be a useful community service to offer a table near the exit where people could dump out and toss or shred the accumulation. It would be a timely Election Day piggyback, like offering flu shots at church coffee hours,  or reminding people to change their smoke alarm batteries when they set their clocks an hour forward or back with Daylight Savings Time.

By the time the polls would close, I’d been there so long, my feet ached and I was slightly punchy. That’s when we would pull together as a team to report totals, get our documentation organized, initialed and sealed, pack away the equipment and clean up. Ironically, we’d be the last to know who won because we were closeted away from all the news coverage.

This Election Day is important, not just because 2016 is a Presidential Election. In this General Election, I will be voting for 39 local, state, and federal candidates, from school board members to the US Senate. There are also two items on the referendum. In my little town of less than 2,000 people and one stoplight, these are on the ballot:

  • President and Vice President of the United States
  • US Senate
  • US House of Representatives
  • NC Governor, Lieutenant Governor and Attorney General
  • NC Auditor, Treasurer, Secretary of State and Superintendent of Public Instruction
  • NC Commissioners of Agriculture, Insurance and Labor
  • NC State Senate and House of Representatives
  • NC Supreme Court Associate Justice, Court of Appeals and District Court Judges
  • County Board of Commissioners and Board of Education
  • Soil and Water Conservation District Supervisor
  • Two Referendum items

Getting to know these candidates and issues is taking some work – going to candidate forums, looking up candidate websites and Facebook pages, and listening to long-time residents to get their insights. I attended a church breakfast before the Selma Railroad Days festival and was able to meet several candidates, too. I’m helping our church outreach committee register voters and offer rides to the polls, both for early voting and on Election Day.

So this month, in the last 30 days before the election, I’d like to encourage everyone to learn as much as possible about the candidates and the issues. Volunteer and get involved.

Most of all, vote on November 8, 2016.


the magic of giving away my stuff


Billy Graham said, “I never saw a U-Haul behind a hearse.”

Our church is having a sidewalk sale. I’ve been putting up flyers for it around Pine Level and Selma, so if you want to come, it’s Saturday, September 17 from 7 a.m. to 2 p.m. at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, 218 South Second Street in Smithfield, North Carolina. The parish did a similar sale a few years ago, and I hear it was a big success. 0903161153_resizedRecently I read “the life-changing magic of tidying up” by marie kondo. I’m taking her advice to get rid of the things that no longer bring me joy by donating them to the sale. I won’t miss the college-size refrigerator, hardly used. Or the cake mixer, the jewelry box, the picture frames, the “home accents,” the holiday decorations, the record albums, videos and CDs or the dozens of china plates with trains on them.


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It’s a win-win. Others will find my joy priced to sell. The church will take in money to spread joy with its ministries. I will move forward, light, free and joy-filled.

sidewalk saleP.S. – Recently I volunteered for the afternoon at The Goodwill Community Foundation in Durham, North Carolina. The day I helped out, they needed volunteers to pick okra in their vast community garden to be shared with local food banks, they needed volunteers to put together school supplies and backpacks for children, and they needed volunteers to sort donated goods to be sold at their stores in eastern North Carolina. If you’re looking for a place to donate your time, they need you! Check out GCF’s work at:


Volunteers sorting school supplies at Goodwill Community Foundation in Durham.

On Being a Literary Citizen

When my friend Barbara Presnell invited me to The North Carolina Writers Conference on July 29-30 in Greensboro, I didn’t want to go. I was still wallowing in rejections. How could I hold my head up among an assembly of the state’s leading writers, editors, publishers, educators and literary professionals?

I forced myself to go, and all it took was a few conversations in the lobby to realize the struggle for acceptance and valid pay for valid work never ends, even among those accomplished writers with a vast body of work.

magsObserving the sessions was like running my fingers over a bas relief of “the writingest state.” I heard from those working to document the legacy (North Carolina Literary Map), showcasing the latest work of outstanding writers (magazines like Our State, Pinestraw, Salt and O Henry, and online journals like storySouth) and bringing writers out of isolation to write in community (North Carolina Writers Network). I also heard about the gaps that need more work. For example, a panel of Andrea Selch, Kimberly Becker and Krista Bremer spoke of their personal experiences in confronting discrimination due to sexual orientation, ethnicity and religion. Moderator Jaki Shelton Green challenged the gathering to “bring diversity to the room” by next year’s meeting in Rocky Mount in July 2017.

Even now, I can’t stop thinking about young Andrew Saulter of Unicorn Press, demonstrating how he can sit at a table in a coffee shop and mak20121206-113933e books by opening his metal artist’s box and drawing out a spool of linen thread, which he strings on a needle to weave through awl-poked holes of paper to hand-bind a chapbook of poetry. He does this, book by single book, until a stack of 400 are ready to sell. Looking at his simple tools – etching knife, steel ruler, bone folder, glue brush – made me more determined to return to Pine Level and be someone who ekes out a piece of literary landscape here.

That evening, amid testimonials and red velvet cake, Poet Betty Adcock was honored by her peers. The speakers – Jim Clark, Noel Crook, Al Maginnes – pointed out that for someone who never earned a college degree, she managed to garner major literary prizes 0806160947a_resizedand fellowships (including the Guggenheim), and mentor generations of rising writers as a resident writer, faculty member and visiting professor. Katherine Stripling Byer shared literary gossip, sidestepping a skinny dipping incident until Adcock brought it up herself. Noel helped her read her latest poem, soon to be in her seventh collection. Past honorees Ann Deagon, Ruth Moose and Bland Simpson were among those present; Adcock’s name joins a distinguished roster of honorees that includes Paul Green, Doris Betts, Reynolds Price, Fred Chappell, Shelby Stephenson and Margaret Maron.

I gleaned the book tables for take-home treasures, settling on Malaika King Albrecht’s Lessons In Forgetting, Jo Maeder’s When I Married My Mother and Good Country People: An Irregular Journal of The Cultures of Eastern North Carolina from the famous R.A. Fountain General Store. I also picked up an Anti-HB2 bumper sticker from Literary Lantern Press. (This ridiculous anti-tourism measure confronts me every time I volunteer at the Selma Visitor Center and have to tell a timid traveler, “yes, it’s okay to use the restrooms.”)


My best memory of the conference will be sneaking away to visit the UNC-G campus with Barbara, 40 years after we graduated. We found our dorms, the Quad, nearby Yum-Yum’s. The Holy Grail was the Presby House where we both took Fiction Writing 101 with Lloyd Kropp, and after graduation, where Barbara was married to her husband of almost 36 years, Bill Keesler. We skirted one-ways and dead ends to find it, a squat 1960s building dwarfed by high rises; now labeled the Graduate Welcome Center. We parked and walked the perimeter. “This is it,” she said. “This is where my wedding picture was taken.” We walked up the steps and cupped our hands against the window. There was the fireplace. There was a similar circle of chairs.

Jean hung up the pay phone in the dimly lit hall. The weight of her body wanted to pull her through the warped tile floor. “Papa’s dead,” she said, half to herself, and half to Mrs. Hobgood, her landlady, who stood in the doorway, clutching a blue chemise robe to her breasts.

Forty-plus years, and the anxiety of a 19-year-old, reading her work aloud for the first time burned the opening paragraph in my brain.

Now I’m back in Pine Level, toiling away at my computer as I have always done, published or not. I’ve marked my calendar for Sept. 18, when Barbara launches her latest book of poetry, Blue Star (Press 53, 2016), at the Lexington Public Library. I plan to be there, as she has been there for me, even when I whine and complain about not being published.

“I think you are doing the work you are supposed to do! That’s my new philosophy,” she said.

Thank you, Barbara, for inviting me to The North Carolina Writers Conference.


My Julii Horribilis (My Horrible July)

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This, on top of the other rejections I’ve gotten for my writing since January 2016.

I’ve been depressed for days. I even yelled at teenagers for throwing a soccer ball against a neighbor’s shed. I blamed the heat, but there are certain signs that I am getting old. One is realizing my doctor is younger than me. Another is having to check the final age range on a survey (60 – Death). A third is yelling at neighborhood kids.

Goo Roo of Pine Level straightened out my computer problems, but it took time. Three weeks to be exact. I kept showing up at their offices, hoping that my sad looks (“this is my main writing tool!”) and couch-slouching (“I’ll just sit here and read all 577 pages of Look Homeward: The Life of Thomas Wolfe”) would make the process go faster. Working around me, and ignoring my prolonged and meaningful sighs, Josh, Greg and Denise of Goo Roo got the job done.


Now that the new laptop is humming along, I’m back to working on my current project, a new short story called “Shelf Life.” The story is part of a Camp NaNoWriMo challenge to myself to write 50,000 words this month. With five days to go, I’m only at 14,000. That makes me one of the slower participants among the 11 virtual cabin mates I’m with on the NaNoWriMo website. But I’m not giving up.

Now I find out my printer is terminal. This device has served me faithfully for at least a dozen years, which I’m sure galls Hewlett-Packard to no end. So the company hastened its demise by doubling the cost of the ink and making the driver obsolete. Planned obsolescence depresses me. I became used to picking up pages off the floor because the output tray was broken. I didn’t mind, except for one writer in my critique group who didn’t number her manuscript pages (and you know who you are).

It’s okay. I only have two ink cartridges left. As soon as they are gone, I will hook up the new printer we bought on sale today at Office Max in Smithfield. We even purchased ink at back-to-school sale prices.

So I will stop whining and get back to work. Rejections are part of the process. Equipment problems happen. Yes, it was a horrible month. But I’m attending a gathering of writers in Greensboro this weekend as a guest of my friend, poet Barbara Presnell. And I hope August will be better! I’m already looking at new places to submit my creative writing.

Obstacles to Writing


I returned from the Looking Glass Rock Writers Conference with several goals in mind for this month:

• Revise my short story
• Select one short story and three poems to submit to a literary magazine
• Read Marjorie Hudson’s short story collection, Accidental Birds of the Carolinas

Then my new computer crashed. Josh at Goo Roo computer service in Pine Level reloaded it twice with software and twice more it crashed. After the third time, I returned the Lemon Lenovo to Goo Roo. Gary, the owner, is sending the Lemon back and ordering me a new computer (under warranty). He said he would have it loaded with software and ready to go by tomorrow. This back-and-forth ordeal has taken three weeks.

Meanwhile I’ve been using an old Lenovo with missing keys, a loose electric cord socket and a battery that doesn’t hold a charge at home, and a notebook computer with a jump drive at the Selma Visitor Center. It also has a loose cord and old battery.

Losing access to my new laptop has made me realize how dependent I am on one device for everything – work, email, writing, photo storage, flyer creation, connections to social media, history, security, church, community, and more. It is my work station, my post office, my social meeting place, my media center – everything.

I’ve even been depressed, thinking, “Why don’t I just give up writing? Become an old lady with a landline and a marble covered composition book. Use a pickup and just drive around the county doing volunteer work. Help my church and my neighborhood. Plant a garden. Swim and lift weights at the health facility. Let go of writing. Read other writers and review their books on Amazon. My friend in Asheville just sent me an autographed copy of her neighbor Terry Roberts’s new book, That Bright Land, that he signed at Malaprop’s bookstore. I should quit writing stories and poems.


I can’t even sit in a church pew, listening to the sermon, without pulling out a pen and writing something in the margins of the bulletin.

To my dying day, I’ll be typing or squirreling away notes. That is how I process life and create: I write. I may not be published, but I will always be a writer.

So I’ll get my new computer back, transfer the new drafts from the jump drive, and persevere in working on my writing goals. I’ll continue to read North Carolina writers like Marjorie Hudson and Terry Roberts. I’ll reap tomatoes from my first tomato plant and keep donating time to the community.

I am a working writer.

The value of a writers’ conference

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In March I applied for the inaugural Looking Glass Rock Writers’ Conference at Brevard College.

Gratefully, I was accepted and today I set out for western North Carolina.

The last such event I attended was the Woodbridge Writers Retreat in 2011 in Woodbridge, Virginia. That working retreat was a phenomenal experience. It was led by Robert Bausch, Richard Bausch, Jill McCorkle, Randall Kenan and Ian Shapiro. The retreat is still going strong, and just finished up its 2016 session with the Bausch brothers and Tom Zoellner and Stephen Goodwin.

The Looking Glass Rock Writers’ Conference is organized by Dr. Ken Chamlee and facilitated by Rick Bass (non-fiction), Ron Rash (poetry) and Marjorie Hudson (fiction). About 30 of us are expected to participate. I’ll be in the fiction workshop.

How did I prepare?

I read about the location, facilitators and others expected to attend.

I critiqued the nine writing samples of other fiction workshop participants (they’ve got my short story as well).

I read the seven 2-4 page examples of fiction writing techniques that Marjorie Hudson sent and that she is going to emphasize in her class.

Thankfully, I’ve been active in a weekly critique group that meets in a coffee shop in Goldsboro. I learned from them to “read twice, critique once.” I also learned to:

  • Critique the writing, not the writer.
  • Be objective.
  • Look for strengths as well as weaknesses.
  • Be constructive and use positive language.
  • Make specific suggestions for improvement.

The goal, I’ve learned, is to clearly communicate to the writer how they can more clearly communicate to their readers.

My suitcase is packed with business cards, writing tools and layered clothing (as another writer said, you can hang meat in some conference meeting rooms!).

Once on campus, it’s show time. I want to meet and talk with as many people as possible. I want to actively listen during sessions and take notes. I want to open up to the experience as much as possible.

When I return home Monday, I will follow up. That means going over my notes, incorporating what I learned into my writing/marketing plan, and staying connected with any new contacts.

Most of all, it means moving forward. That’s what writers conferences are all about – helping each other on our journeys.