Garnette Arledge Summer Writing Opportunities
Memoir Writing
Six Tuesdays, June 7 – 28 & July 5 & 12 , 6:30 – 8:30 PM at West Kortright Center
Gather the dreams of your life
Write your memoirs with writing guide Garnette Arledge who provides group support, prompts and feedback. Leave a legacy from your point of view of the 20th century plus as your life unfolded around challenging events of daily life. Telling the story of your life on paper sparks the brain cells and leaves an anchor for your thinking and actions. Course will include information on all methods of publishing; e-books, self-publishing, publishing houses.
For ages 13 to no maximum. $150/$120 WKC Member
Six Thursdays, June 2 - July 7 - Writers in the Mountains (WIM)
6-8 pm at Andes Books, 295 Main Street, Andes, NY - For ages 16 to no max. $75
WRITING ON A FOOTPRINT with GARNETTE ARLEDGE
If Jane Austens' six novels have reaped 145 sequels, prequels and spin-offs, why not try one yourself? Or maybe you have another favorite author ready for your fresh take. I certainly do, since childhood I have rewritten many books in my mind, especially their endiings, to suit my tastes. In this workshop you bring an old favorite in the public domain, and play with your own version. Plot characterization and settings are already in place and believeable. You bring the new twist, different endiing, extra characters and your wild free imagination. Instruction, feed-back and laughter provided by published author Garnette Arledge, journalist, novelist and owner of Andes Books.
Biography
Published and award-winning author Garnette Arledge teaches memoir writing to both groups and individuals. She recently moved to Andes and opened Andes Books on Main Street. She is a sponsor of NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, (when writers pour out 50,000 word first drafts in 30 days). She is currently editing and preparing three of her novels as e-books.
Arledge specializes in interviewing and writing memoirs for families, elders, businesses, communities and organizations with guidance through the publishing process. Three of her non-fiction books were published recently, including, On Angels Eve: on dying well based on her experience as a Hospice Chaplain. Wise Secrets of Aloha : growing up native Hawaiian and Blessings, Hilda. She is currently working on several clients' memoirs. Recent completed works include; growing up on the lower east side; growing up in a German farming village; letters for young children from a dying father, and her own grandmother's stories of the Great Smokey Mountains. Garnette was host and co-producer of “Get Fresh” TV series and has been a frequent guest on radio. Her blog is Garnette-AndesBooks@Blogspot.com and you can find her also on Facebook or Linked-in.
Personal, private sessions by appointment, contact me on Facebook messages for details.
By summer Garnette will be working on a 'footprint' spinoff novel based
on a favorite author, now forgotten, whose works need not be.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday Andes had her Spring
Garnette Arledge
For Andes Gazette
Monday, April 11, Andes had her Spring. Now as I write, two days later, it seems to have gone back into hibernation. By the time you read this, may Spring become a longer resident in the beautiful Andes area.
However, according to the Albany rally I attended on that one glorious day, the renowned beauty of clean water and air, healthy and spectacular mountains refuges and sporadic traffic on back roads are headed back into history.
The last rally I attended was in Washington DC, in days of protests against Vietnam. The last one because I was pregnant with my first child who is now thirty-nine, and the crowd ahead was tear-gassed. But when The Catskill Mountainkeeper posted information about the anti-fracking rally I felt it was safe to show my support on the Capital lawn.
It was a glorious drive up Route 30 along full flowing streams to Route 88. In Schoharie we saw workers planting seeds in the rich farm valley. Albany was sunny, practically shirtsleeve weather as we stood under the fuzzy red clusters of maple trees swanning in the sun. The speakers laid out the dangers of fracking: night and day heavy diesel trucks pushing local traffic off back roads, dirty polluted air and brown carcinogenic water in home taps, dramatically increased medical problems, with high medical bills, loss of business for what the speakers said is ‘no market for natural gas.’ See www.catskillmountainkeeper.com for more information on this issue.
Others can tell you more about the fracking issue: I just have the poet’s view to share.
I was happy to be outside in the sun, once again thankful to be living in a free country where communities and their people care enough out quality of life to gather peacefully from all over to listen to other concerned citizens. And when once again home, I sat on my front porch and rocked in the clean, warm sunshine.
For Andes Gazette
Monday, April 11, Andes had her Spring. Now as I write, two days later, it seems to have gone back into hibernation. By the time you read this, may Spring become a longer resident in the beautiful Andes area.
However, according to the Albany rally I attended on that one glorious day, the renowned beauty of clean water and air, healthy and spectacular mountains refuges and sporadic traffic on back roads are headed back into history.
The last rally I attended was in Washington DC, in days of protests against Vietnam. The last one because I was pregnant with my first child who is now thirty-nine, and the crowd ahead was tear-gassed. But when The Catskill Mountainkeeper posted information about the anti-fracking rally I felt it was safe to show my support on the Capital lawn.
It was a glorious drive up Route 30 along full flowing streams to Route 88. In Schoharie we saw workers planting seeds in the rich farm valley. Albany was sunny, practically shirtsleeve weather as we stood under the fuzzy red clusters of maple trees swanning in the sun. The speakers laid out the dangers of fracking: night and day heavy diesel trucks pushing local traffic off back roads, dirty polluted air and brown carcinogenic water in home taps, dramatically increased medical problems, with high medical bills, loss of business for what the speakers said is ‘no market for natural gas.’ See www.catskillmountainkeeper.com for more information on this issue.
Others can tell you more about the fracking issue: I just have the poet’s view to share.
I was happy to be outside in the sun, once again thankful to be living in a free country where communities and their people care enough out quality of life to gather peacefully from all over to listen to other concerned citizens. And when once again home, I sat on my front porch and rocked in the clean, warm sunshine.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Korean Poetry
April 4, 2011
Garnette Arledge
Cafe Green near Dupont Circle,
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Waiting, hoping, Drew show up
While sitting at the granite bar, a woman of my tribe, who thought she did not know me, mentions to the delicious owner: a new film from Korea she has just seen, recommending it highly to him, a Korean.
He responds that I had extolled Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter the gloriously beautiful Korean Buddhist tough love epic of a decade ago. Something went into me, I just had to see Poetry. Not only am I a devotee of art films, but of course, I revere the bards. So once again, as syncronicitiously as that day in Washington, when son Drew did show up, yesterday driving by an art cinema in rural, but not so rural NY, emblazoned sign POETRY. TONIGHT.
So sure was I that the Rosendale Theater would be packed, I arrived 35 minutes early only to be shocked there were less than a dozen older women, mostly sitting singly, viewers. And true, it was a devastating movie about Alzheimer’s. OR was it?
Not only, in fact it was about dying, my favorite subject. Dying which is Living. Dying well. Dying with honor, self-respect, leaving those behind, stronger, more fully human, contributing to global evolving. When the stranger-doctor pronounces ‘You have Alzheimer’s, dementia’ the character naturally takes a poetry class. Totally logical to me. In fact, registration is full, but she gracefully, shyly, politely barges in anyway. The teacher is Poet. The teacher is her life as it unwinds. Like a good mentor should be, the guide gives slight clues and lives the way. Like the mother spider, the sixty-six year pupil pulls the web of poetry out of herself. ‘Tell the class your most beautiful moment.’ Hers was being seen with eyes of love.
And what an examination of true love. She raises her grandson, her daughter, a drunken cop, the mother of a raped girl, five fathers and their sons, and in the end, with great dignity, having written her one poem from her soul, what? Up to us. Just like our own lives. Up to us.
Highly recommended for its beauty and truth how to be writing poetry with your life.
April 4, 2011
Garnette Arledge
Cafe Green near Dupont Circle,
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Waiting, hoping, Drew show up
While sitting at the granite bar, a woman of my tribe, who thought she did not know me, mentions to the delicious owner: a new film from Korea she has just seen, recommending it highly to him, a Korean.
He responds that I had extolled Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter the gloriously beautiful Korean Buddhist tough love epic of a decade ago. Something went into me, I just had to see Poetry. Not only am I a devotee of art films, but of course, I revere the bards. So once again, as syncronicitiously as that day in Washington, when son Drew did show up, yesterday driving by an art cinema in rural, but not so rural NY, emblazoned sign POETRY. TONIGHT.
So sure was I that the Rosendale Theater would be packed, I arrived 35 minutes early only to be shocked there were less than a dozen older women, mostly sitting singly, viewers. And true, it was a devastating movie about Alzheimer’s. OR was it?
Not only, in fact it was about dying, my favorite subject. Dying which is Living. Dying well. Dying with honor, self-respect, leaving those behind, stronger, more fully human, contributing to global evolving. When the stranger-doctor pronounces ‘You have Alzheimer’s, dementia’ the character naturally takes a poetry class. Totally logical to me. In fact, registration is full, but she gracefully, shyly, politely barges in anyway. The teacher is Poet. The teacher is her life as it unwinds. Like a good mentor should be, the guide gives slight clues and lives the way. Like the mother spider, the sixty-six year pupil pulls the web of poetry out of herself. ‘Tell the class your most beautiful moment.’ Hers was being seen with eyes of love.
And what an examination of true love. She raises her grandson, her daughter, a drunken cop, the mother of a raped girl, five fathers and their sons, and in the end, with great dignity, having written her one poem from her soul, what? Up to us. Just like our own lives. Up to us.
Highly recommended for its beauty and truth how to be writing poetry with your life.
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