Hello there,

This is an invite to the Melbourne Nanophiles for an online writers' group. I am hoping to start a Wednesday Night writers' group, either weekly or fortnightly, onilne, in IRC.

Inspired by the fun that was the word wars held during November, I was thinking of extending that idea through to a regular meet up to inspire and learn and excercise the writing brain.

I thought it would be focussed around short stories, rather than novelling, although a suggestion has been raised to help work on synopsises as well as short story material, which I think is a great idea. Short stories are either to critique on a weekly basis, and easier to write on a weekly basis *ha*.

I envision the group to run for hopefully 2 hours. The first hour being writing excercies based around The Artists' Way, Writing down the Bones etc, stuff to get you just, writing. Writing wars, challenges and so on, genre discussion, character discussion, news reviews, competitions and such-like. Inspiration for short story assignments can be garnered from this.

The second half would be for critiquing and reviewing work. Each week, one or two writers would send in a piece they have written for group discussion and stuff the next week. It wouldn't have to be the previous week's topics, but any short you have written that you want polished and discussed. Or, it could be your synopsis for a novel you have written and need help with.

I think the best place for an online group such as this would be IRC. For those who haven't got IRC installed, there were directions in the Melbourne Nanowrimo forums, and some helpful Melbourne Nanophiles to give help and installation instructions. Talea helped me! :)

If anyone is interested in being a part of this, email me (so I can add your email address to the email Group I have set up.) For those who have already expressed interest (waves) you can just email me a joke or something.

Thankya

Dreaming of smoking. I was smoking because I was no longer with Tricia, so I felt I was allowed to. I knew it was a stupid thing to be doing, and I should quit, the only reason I was smoking was because Tricia wouldnt let me

walking through special wilderness forest.
Small predator cats are stalking me. but the test is facing down the BIG CAT.

It comes near the end of the time limit. I get back into the bushes and squat, trying to hide.
It comes around behind me, and lays around me, on me etc, puts my head in it's mouth, but doesnt bite down.

The timer goes off, and I turn and hug the cat, scratch it's belly etc.
It is letting me pet it, but it is still a wild beast

In Adelaide, invited to a party in the hills. Car. Drive into the hills- rally style driving.

Get to AShton. I see Andrew Wearne. He has Styled Blonde hair. I poke my tongue out, he doesn't recognise me

I drive to a restaurant where Mum and Dad are having dinner with the Wearnes. I complain I cant find the party and Andrew doesnt recognise me.

Andrew is showing Dad his Aston Martin Racing Car. His mates get into a Ford Falcon with dogs and cats and drive off.

Home. In bed with Frieda. I take her to the lounge so Andrew will recognise me. He doesn't.

I take her back.

its nearly 8.30. Have to ride bike to school. Put jeans on. Not mine, but brunos. He accidentally dumped them in my room. I put them in his room. I am VERY angry

I'm in Military Special FOrces. I am part of a squad watching the possessed, observing how they are taking over.

Suddenly I'm watching my friends who are dead approach. They have come to possess me.

I'm in shock. Two days prior I died. SUddenly I'm back, I'm here again.

Very sad, VERY sad, Start crying. MY friends take pity on me. They instruct 2 zombies to escort me to the pyre so I can die.

I am sobbing as I walk. I get to the pyre. I have to burn myself to death, the only way to not be possessed.

I shoot my two escorts and they explode. I open a big grill drain and escape to the sewers.

I am entering the code to a big door. I hear the dead chasing me. I make it through the door. I float up a stairwell and the dead start coming up, chasing me.
I crash through the door. I am racing through warrens of rooms and doors, being CHASED