Welcome to the blogsite for the Spire writing group

We are a friendly bunch of individuals who enjoy writing stories, poems, essays and plays, in fact any form of written expression that involves the use of the English language.
We meet every Monday morning between 10am and 12pm at the Salvation Army Hall Church Street Louth (opposite the bus station), we would be pleased for you to join us. Generally the mornings develop along these lines:
Firstly we read out the work that we have written in the previous week, we then offer constructive opinions on the work. At this point the discussion may veer spontaneously into all manner of topics!
Secondly we have a short tea break at 11.00am and then continue on with readings and observations on the work and the meaning of life (not necessarily in that order).
Thirdly, if time allows, we might do a short writing exercise before we jointly agree the homework for the following week.
We should point out here that there are no penalties for being unable to write a thing in the previous week. We consider all excuses as valid, if fact we treasure those that are truly original.

Monday, 15 March 2010

A first attempt!

After carefully listening to a patient explanation of how to do this blogging business I went home with my indecipherable notes and have just managed to find this box to begin blogging.
As to adding any pics - no chance! But wait a minute, what happens if I press the little picture button up there ?
Here goes ... Yeh!!!! I have very few pictures on my computer - downloading images is another challenge. This is an oldish picture of one of my cats. She has an artistic streak as you can see.
I have a warm glow all over - what an achievement.

1 comment:

  1. As I have,nt figured how to put my stories I thought I would slip a crafy poem in the comments page-Neil
    Looking at Edward was like time going wrong,
    Like the missing beat of a dinner gong
    In the drawing room an indignant shout,
    Stops the conversation of what life is all about

    Hot air circling like a spinning wheel,
    Convines peopl their lives are real,
    In fact their lives are a bare faced lie,
    Its easy to find the reason why

    Lines sprouting up like a comic strip balloon,
    Will take away all feeling soon
    We shall all soon be leading conventional lives
    Women partners now instead of wives

    Why can't we admit we're already dead?
    Like the opening pages of a novel unread,
    We've allowed the grass to grow under our feet,
    Outside the snow turns to a steady sleet