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New class: Creativity & Writing at Sterling House

Royal Typewriter drawingI’m looking forward to getting back to teaching with my upcoming new class “Creativity and Writing Workshop,” to be offered at The Sterling House in Stratford, Fairfield County, Connecticut.

The workshop will be held starting Oct. 15, (Wednesdays) from 10 a.m. to 11:30 a.m.

This is a 6-week program, open to fiction and non-fiction writers, from beginner to pro. The goal of this class to “jump-start” your writing, wherever you are.

We will explore topics such as: getting started and making time for writing, how to approach a first draft, what your “writing” style is, how to create meaningful characters, and how to use personal experience in writing, among many other topics.

This is space to learn how to do what you don’t know how to do, to reengage your abandoned writing passion, to activate and shape a new area of your creative brain, or to just to see words (and the world) in ways you probably have not before.

To register, please contact the Sterling House, 203-378-2606 or stop by 2283 Main Street in Stratford to register. Fee is $65 (plus membership) for 6 weeks.

You might have any number of questions that aren’t answered here that maybe stopping you from signing up (like, is this class REALLY right for me? Are they going to horrible long writing assignment like my high school teacher made me do? Do I have to let other people read my work?)

If you do, just send them to me or post them as a comment below. See you!

Here’s a bit more about me as a teacher and writer:

I’ve been a writer since I was 7 years old when I created my neighborhood newspaper on my mom’s typewriter. That was the beginning of a lifelong romance with telling people’s stories.

I studied Journalism at the Iowa State University in Ames and while studying there, I worked as an editor for the award-wining Iowa State Daily. I also trained in electronic media, workings as technical director at WOI-TV, the ABC affiliate .

I completed my internship at Walt Disney World in Florida and went on to direct the morning news at WDAF-TV (FOX affiliate) in Kansas City. After four years, I “retired” from television and went back to my first love, writing.

I freelanced for the Kansas City Star, the Kansas City Business Journal, Review and many other publications while I completed my master’s degree at the University of Missouri-Kansas City.

I taught two years of college writing at UMKC and was awarded “Outstanding Graduate Teacher” award by the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences. I went on to work as associate editor for all media at the International Brotherhood of Boilermakers and Blacksmiths until our overseas move.

In London, I had the opportunity to write intensively. I completed two novels (in edits), was shortlisted for the Asham Award for Short Fiction, and studied short fiction under Mary Flanagan.

Back in the States in 2007, I have continued writing, freelancing and created “Demand Poetry.” I taught college writing for three years at Sacred Heart University. I am the resident poet of the Stratford Arts Guild and I currently string for The Stratford Star.

Why I Write Demand Poetry

[caption id="attachment_433" align="alignright" width="300"]Inside the Box by E. Howard at Demand Poetry Come out. Ask for a poem.[/caption]

I started writing Demand Poetry because there was something missing in my connection with readers.

Not all writers are solitary introverts in their garrets.

It’s hard to predict just exactly what a reader wants. I know most editors would say: it’s not a good idea to let the reader dictate to the writer!

I don’t take dictation when I write a Demand Poem.

I just listen to the person who has asked for a poem.

I meet them in the place they have arrived that day. Where they are curious. Where they find themselves with something to say to someone they love, yet are not quite satisfied with the way they have said it themselves.

Because though we still have access to wonderful love songs, we are losing our love letters.

We are very busy writing status updates and tweets and posts and texts.

So that’s what I am offering when I say:

Would you like a poem? 

It’s the chance to co-write a love letter.

It isn’t meant to be pretentious or frightening or strange.

It’s just my way of saying:

Hey. I know you have things you want to say.

I know you’d like to tell someone how remarkable they are.

I know how to help you with that.

It’s Ok to say: Yeah sure. I’ll have a poem.

I will be reading live with some other awesome poets at Artists & Artisans in Paradise, August 24, 11 a.m. and creating Demand Poetry from 11:10 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Paradise Green, Stratford. See you there. Limited poems so come early!

Look Out


Root - Things seen and not seen - E. Howard on Hipstamatic

It’s nice, isn’t it? The way we all can just look
Out the window and see the
Same things everyday, like that
Same poop-filled plastic bag.
Someone scooped up with

His own hand, closed it gently,
With a sweet bow,
Carefully tying it shut. Then PLOP,
Dropped it there on the

Town grass where he can
Walk by, daily, with the dog,
To visit it, and
As it’s turning winter, enjoy
Its temporary disappearance. Until

An observant robin sings
Its triumphant return– it peeps slowly
From its snow cocoon,
Sighing into the warming sun. But,

It forgets itself in the
Luxuriant grasses of summer,
A little bit bored now,
A bit steamed that its dog

Doesn’t even sniff as it goes by now, and
No one bothers to remark on it as they
Pass, and even I forget, till early I hear mowers
And look out:

My old friend is torn to shreds.

This post is part of a month-long series of #smallstone found here and on the web. Thanks to Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita from Writing Our Way Home for supporting a wonderful writing community.

A Certain Stillness

We have a
Pile of kids. So until the hour
Comes when they just pass out, we are always
Buzzing with sound
With pinging desires with
Stuffed animal
Landslides. Yet now and then
Comes a certain
Stillness which chimes–
As harmonic as
The alto and soprano voices
Poured into the ‘Ave Maria’
Which pinned them down
And rocked them there.