Annie Shares News Volume2 Issue 11.5 November/December 2022
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Hello and welcome to the last newsletter of 2022. I hope you all have had a good year and moving toward post pandemic activities once more. The year has been productive, taking a positive direction in terms of writing
The biggest piece of news is adding another resource to share news and writing related happenings. First, if you follow my blog, www.thought-wheel.com, you will receive an email posting my newsletter. I plan to test this new option for sharing the newsletter so don’t be surprised if you receive something from me via Word Press.
Next, . I am happy to announce I am contributing an advice column to National Braille Press’s quarterly Our Special variety magazine which is only available in braille. It feels good to share the years of counseling experience for the benefit of others. Finding writing gigs that fit my lifestyle and help pay the bills is challenging and I hope to find a few more opportunities like it in the coming year.
Thanks to Friends In Art, www.friendsinart.org the monthly Art Parlor podcast has added a few new episodes. Catch my talented colleague and author Chris Kuell in the November 2022 show as well as a collection of other artists from past episodes.
Where else have I been? 🐝 Collaborating with the many other authors of Behind Our Eyes, of course. We now have a solid podcast collection for listening, called the Behind Our Eyes Book Launch program, thanks to the passion and cooperation of our members. Each sixty-minute presentation highlights one author and recently released book recorded on the zoom platform. Go to www.behindoureyes.org to find out more, to join or to listen to recordings of our members reciting their writing and questions from the audience. We already have members scheduled for 2023.
I am writing a new book and this time it is nonfiction and will include the healing process brought about by therapy animals and my experiences working as a clinician.
Here is a fun poem I’ve been working on, I hope you like it.
The Torture of Sonnets
By Ann Chiappetta
I don’t know much of Sonnetry
‘tis with rhyme and meter I fail
Concocting strings of symmetry
Commences with pulling out my hair.
Pluck and twist with fingers and fist
ta-dum, ta-dum, ta-dum,
Clumsy, I trip into the Muse’s grip
vexed by verse, overcome.
A scribble a scrabble — my attempts aren’t pretty
Word smithing Causes my cranium to throb
and I fear my friends shall not withhold their pity
and with pitchforks, chase me like Frankenstein’s mob.
Mayhap soon I shall toss up a poetry salad
Once I imbibe in a few pints of ale
Such an endeavor may result in a ballad
When recited will not result in a rain of rotten kale.
Undaunted I mentally twerk and type
Until the meter, rhyme and poetic measure is ripe.