writing women of zurich

How do I keep sunshine in my heart, regardless of the weather outside?  What would my mother tell me?

She would definitely say, “My darling, don’t you remember what your great, great grandmother Norifa always said?”

“Honey, you just paint your nails golden and reflect in the glow!”

WHAT IS A COMMUNAL STORY?

The above story is a compilation of individual lines proffered by the ladies present at the writing group meetings.  Basically, the meeting facilitator presents a blank sheet of paper to the writer sitting closest to her.  The first recipient writes whatever comes to mind and slips it to the next person.  Each writer adds one line as the story paper progresses around the table.  When it is returned to the facilitator, the short story is read for the great amusement of all present!!

She stared at the blank page, trying to ignore the chatter all around her and the feeling of panic.  The deadline was approaching and the words were just not coming.  She scrunched up the page and threw it out the window.  She just believed in the product and certainly couldn’t come up with the copy to sell it.

Then again, Stanley’s offer for $750,000 for the first three chapters was, shall I say, infinitely alluring.  Think SEX that always sells.  Or death, a body concentrates the mind like nothing else.

WHAT IS A COMMUNAL STORY?

The above story is a compilation of individual lines proffered by the ladies present at the writing group meetings.  Basically, the meeting facilitator presents a blank sheet of paper to the writer sitting closest to her.  The first recipient writes whatever comes to mind and slips it to the next person.  Each writer adds one line as the story paper progresses around the table.  When it is returned to the facilitator, the short story is read for the great amusement of all present!!

This was not the lunch I ordered.  I looked at the next table and wondered what they had ordered.  Instead of the spinach/noodle/tomato dish I thought I ordered, there was an orange mass of something that reminded me of, well, you can imagine what…

My heart started thumping loudly as I realized that my unfortunate lunch was not making me feel ill.  There he was across the room in full splendor as always.  But he was not even aware of my presence.  So I dropped a five franc piece loudly on the floor.

He looked up with a huge grin and came over to me.  I couldn’t breathe.  I waited.  Then he saw my lunch and said, “What in the world is that horrible mess?”

WHAT IS A COMMUNAL STORY?

The above story is a compilation of individual lines proffered by the ladies present at the writing group meetings.  Basically, the meeting facilitator presents a blank sheet of paper to the writer sitting closest to her.  The first recipient writes whatever comes to mind and slips it to the next person.  Each writer adds one line as the story paper progresses around the table.  When it is returned to the facilitator, the short story is read for the great amusement of all present!!