|(Early on the morning of the party, before guests arrived)|
The day before, I'd made a homemade beef stew for the gathering that slow-cooked for most of Friday afternoon. At 6 a.m. on Saturday, I moseyed downstairs and got to work on a croissant bread pudding with raisins and pecans. By the time the first of many guests (twenty in all) arrived, my big glass drinks decanter was filled with refreshing fruit punch made with seltzer and sliced lemons, coffee was brewed, and the house positively sparkled.
|(South meets North -- writers from Nashua Writers' Group and Berlin Writers'|
Group hanging before the Yankee Swap and story readings)
At the September party, guests were invited to select a prompt, which was the starting point for the readings. I got "You're digging in the garden when you find..." (other prompts were: "Death pays a visit", "Moving Day", "The Color Blue", "The Color Green", "A Murder Mystery", and "A Winter Storm"). I was beyond inspired to write one of the oldest stories lingering in my card catalog of ideas, "Legerdemain in the Valley of Flowers", which involves ancient ruins on an alien planet, a dose of M/M romance, and the notion of bringing life back to a dead world.
|(Christmas Party Score)|
It was, as expected, a fun and uplifting time. I can't wait until the next of our writers' group parties at Xanadu. May 17, 2015 -- to celebrate, among other things, my fiftieth birthday on Spaceship Earth.