At the Women At Woodstock Writers Retreat, we welcome women bloggers, memoirists, fiction writers, poets, and nonfiction writers of all levels and any age. Our content-rich retreat offers two tracks: Track 1 – The Writers Colony, and Track 2 – The Workshop Intensive. You have your choice of either track at the retreat – it’s
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3 WAW Writer Alums Broadcast, Published & Recognized in One Month!
It’s said all the time – that if you want to succeed as a writer, you must join a writing group, share your work, and give and get support from your fellow writers. Well, damned if it isn’t true. We writers who’ve shared our work and our dreams at the Women At Woodstock
New Kudos for Ginnah Howard’s Works
Here’s some impressive news about one of our Women At Woodstock presenters; author Ginnah Howard, who will be leading our Writers Colony (Track I) at the Women At Woodstock Writers Retreat this coming fall: George Hovis, the author of The Skin Artist (Southern Fried Chicken, 2019) just posted the following review of Ginnah’s novel Rope
Ginnah Howard
Ginnah Howard‘s work has appeared in Water~Stone Review, Permafrost, Portland Review, Descant 145, Eleven Eleven Journal, The Tusculum Review, and elsewhere. Several stories have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Night Navigation, Book 2 of her upstate novel trilogy, (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2009), was a New York Times Book Review Editors’ Choice. Chronogram called Book 3, Doing Time Outside (Standing Stone Books, 2013), “a beautiful read.” Book
Author Ginnah Howard Is Offering Private Manuscript Critique Service to WAW Writers
Last year author Ginnah Howard came to the Women At Woodstock Writers Retreat and shared an illuminating hour with us – about the books she’s published, about the process of writing, about how she was able to define herself as a writer, and how it is to live a writer’s life. It was one of
Becoming A Writer
by Ginnah Howard – Guest Blogger What led me to start writing in my mid-forties, something I’d never considered doing before? The thrill of living alone for the first time in my life—that magic free-fall through all that empty space. My children were off on their own, and a friend loaned me her log cabin