Something tells me the voice of experience guides the hand of the bookstore clerk here:
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He had it coming!
Shebeen Club Meeting Monday: Intro to the Federation of BC Writers
This month we’ve moved our meeting to Monday, September 15th instead of Tuesday and across the street so that we can have the brand-new Shebeen all to ourselves! We’ll play host to Sylvia Taylor, President of the Federation of BC Writers, who will give us an overview of the Fed and what it can do for its writers. Some of you will remember Sylvia from a our June meeting, when she spoke on memoir writing and editing.
Welcome to all the first-time Shebeeners! Our meetings are a convivial gathering of literary types of all sorts: editors, writers, publishers, booksellers, and students as well. All are welcome.
Go into the Irish Heather GastroPub, then through the back door to The Shebeen Whisky House, 212 Carrall Street in Gastown. If you get lost, staff can show you the way. Note that this is across the street from the old location.
Your $15 admission includes a great dinner of bangers and mash or vegetarian pasta from the kitchen of the Irish Heather gastropub, plus one glass of wine or pint of beer or pop.
Meet and Greet 7-7:30
Listen and Learn 7:30-8
Signups, networking, and complaining about agents 8-9!
Shebeen Club:
http://shebeenclub.com
And coming soon to Facebook Groups
BC Fed:
Sylvia Taylor:
Every Day I Write the Blog Post
and every night someone complains about it.
Nonetheless, every time someone clicks Play on this YouTube, a new blogger gets her keyboard.
It’s true. It’s a fact.
If you haven’t looked out at a crowd of your friends and family and thought, Ah, material! you’re not really a writer.
Every Day I Write the Book, by Elvis Costello
Lyrics over the jump: Continue reading
Welcome to the Blogroll, George Orwell
Do I need to explain why?
Seriously, though, I’d have thought he’d have been a little snappier. If he’d had to compete with all the famewhores out there stuffing their blogs with memes, he’d have stepped up his game a bit.
Check out the August 10th entry:
Drizzly. Dense mist in evening. Yellow moon.
Yeah, ACTUAL diaries are never as interesting as blogs. For one thing, fewer amusing YouTubes. The premise is, one post per day, taken straight from Orwell‘s actual diaries. If it weren’t George Fucking Orwell I wouldn’t bother, but I have faith there will be something other than a haircut blog in it eventually.
We’ve now gone a good, solid step beyond asking what happens to a blog when somebody dies (see Theresa Duncan and Olive Riley) and gone straight into blogging for the dead by proxy.
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