SUMMER UPDATE 2022

Charlie Read  

From the family custodian and co-founder of bowershouse.org. The Bowers House Retreat
Late last year we reopened our doors on limited occupancy to vaccinated guests and alumni. We began a production company, Bowers Hour, filming and recoding programming material focusing on resident work product to maintain the facility and fund house sponsored residencies. We expanded our scope from writing and literature to multidisciplinary and music arts, and started the long term restoration of the several acres and buildings at the facility. We began taking in occasional guest and b&b lodgers, and small event venue rentals to subsidize our expansion and reentry after shutting down during the health crisis.

With ambassadors representing The Georgia Review, poetry and arts organizations, well know author alumni and music figures, and most importantly, The Writers Guild, helmed by Charles Prier bhwriters.org for 12 years, we unabashedly solicit new support and ventures from writers/ workshop professionals/ established musicians/ performers with honorariums and often in exchange for exclusive usage of the facility and dining for their personal or professional retreat purposes.

We continue to provide a place for artists to grow and create. Our goal is to keep The Guild running as the crux of the mission we have established in this 100 year old historic family hotel in NE Georgia.

WRITERS GUILD MEMBER PROFILE: LINDA DYE

“OF OUR TIMES”    LINDA DYE

We feature and promote the works of Writers Guild Members whose presence in the house at monthly meetings and readings and events fulfills our mission. We are grateful to them and Guild Director, Charles Prier for his dedication for over a decade.

Linda H. Dye: Linda is a life-long resident of Elberton, Georgia. Linda says, “I have a rich full life. My interests are varied and I am always eager to try something new and exciting, meet a new person, travel to an unfamiliar place. My family and my church have been my focus over the years, but I am a voracious reader, a flower gardener, a three mile a day walker, a watercolor painter, a Fun Club traveler, an OLLI member and, some people say, a good cook. Writing is completely new to me. It is an adventure in progress.”

BLURB: Linda H. Dye is a wife, mother, and friend. Living her entire life in a small rural town in Georgia has yielded the opportunity for up close and personal relationships with an assortment of interesting people and situations. Linda writes with the knowledge, experience, and understanding of life well lived. Her keen observations and an active imagination result in stories that evoke a delightful array of smiles, laughter, and nostalgia, with perhaps a speck of melancholy thrown in for good measure. Included in this book are forty-seven fun to read entries so entertaining you are likely to find it difficult to read just one.

Details

Publication Date
Nov 4, 2020
Language
English
ISBN
9781716450860
Category
Fiction
Copyright
All Rights Reserved – Standard Copyright License
Contributors
By (author): Linda H. Dye, Edited by: Charles Prier

About Know-It-All Publications

I either wrote, edited, contributed to or assisted in publishing the books presented here. These are Independently published, Print On Demand editions offered for sale through Lulu Press Inc. If you have written or are writing a book, you would like to publish independently, I may be able to help you. You can contact me at: Charles@KIAPublications.com
Pages
209
US Trade (6 x 9 in / 152 x 229 mm)

Charles Prier, Director of The Bowers House Writers’ Guild

A number of our Guild members are published writers. Some are self-published, others have materials accepted by publication houses; however, all of our writers are people who write because they want to. Not all of us want to become famous or even want to be published. We just want to express ourselves and become better writers. Published or not, experienced or just beginning, we have the pleasure of being encouraged to write because we love to do it, and we learn to write better through the instruction, encouragement and suggestions we receive each time we get together. Continue reading “Charles Prier, Director of The Bowers House Writers’ Guild”

The Bowers House Writers’ Guild Meets Monthly

The Bowers House Writers Guild is helmed by the direction of Charles Prier, who for the last 15 years has led monthly meetings and personally coached and mentored Guild members in their writing efforts. At meetings and on an individual basis Charles provides members instruction and members share skills, offer kindly criticism, supply information on markets, contests, conferences and other areas of interest, but most of all, Charles inspires and encourages his fellow writers.

Continue reading “The Bowers House Writers’ Guild Meets Monthly”

Sharing Stories of Our Worlds Bowers House Guild Anthology 2016

Sharing Stories of Our Worlds

ByCharles Prier

An Anthology by the Bowers House Writers Guild 2015. This edition features 31 entries consisting of original Short Stories, Essays and Poems of Award Winning quality. All are currently unpublished elsewhere but you may see many of them published again in the future in other publications. A delightful read and a thoughtful gift for a busy friend.

Writers Guild atThe Bowers House Authors 2016 Anthology
Writers Guild atThe Bowers House Authors 2016 Anthology

Writers Guild at The Bowers House is helmed by the direction of Charles Prier, who for the last 12 years has led monthly meetings and personally coached and mentored Guild members in their writing efforts. At meetings and on an individual basis Charles provides members instruction and members share skills, offer kindly criticism, supply information on markets, contests, conferences and other areas of interest, but most of all, Charles inspires and encourages his fellow writers. The Bowers House Writers Guild members’ work encompasses a range of genres: local and personal history, personal memoir, adult and juvenile poetry, book reviews, journalism, newspaper and magazine articles, short stories, essays, how-to books, fiction and non-fiction. The Guild provides members the opportunity to meet writers with similar interests, to meet together, to become

GUILD MEMBERS

good friends or to enjoy the company of friendly acquaintances. At the end of each year, members invite family, friends and the community to the house to do a reading of their best work and encourage membership and support for guild activity. Ellen Bowers Davenport, program manager at The Bowers House, accepts requests and proposals for guest readings and cooperative guild and co-sponsored events.

Details

Publication Date
Feb 3, 2016
Language
English
ISBN
9781329874558
Category
Fiction
Copyright
Pages
128
BUS Trade (6 x 9 in / 152 x 229 mm)

Reviews

2 Reviews

Feb 17, 2016

An enjoyable opportunity to explore both the inner and outer worlds created by a diverse group of writers.
by Sharon WynnsReport this review

Feb 16, 2016

Interesting and quick reads to carry in your purse for those spare reading moments.
by Ann LanneauReport this review

Join us for The Bowers House Writers Guild

The Bowers House Writers Guild offers encouragement to local and visiting writers whose writing covers a range of genres: local and personal history, personal memoir, adult and juvenile poetry, book reviews, journalism, newspaper and magazine articles, short stories, essays, how-to books, fiction and non-fiction. The Guild provides members the opportunity to meet writers with similar interests, to meet together, to become good friends or to enjoy the company of friendly acquaintances.

SAMPLE AGENDA
• Meeting Outline

Writer’s Craft – discussion and exercise

More about Show Don’t Tell See Article “Thought Verbs”
Discussion of writing terms (Jargon)

Member’s projects

What are you doing – how is your progress – how can we help?

Readings – members share new work

Group Projects – Discuss potential projects

General discussion – writing topics, somewhere between Once upon a time and They lived happily ever after.

Next Month

Suggestions for next meeting and future meetings

Writers Guild

The Bowers House Writer’s Guild Membership 2013
Ellen Davenport/ Bowers House Director, Ann B. Davis, Ellany Tamsen Davve, A.M. Dove, Laura Foreman/ Owner Bowers House Writers Retreat, Becky Harkey, Charles Prier, Sandra Scott/ Writing Guild Facilitator, Sharon Wynns

GUILD POST JUNE 2013 by Ellany Tamsen Davve

The Storm

I settled into my big comfortable chair, arrived finally in my solitude. The chance to be alone made me feel like a cat with cream on my whiskers. It was a stolen delight, almost forbidden in the luxury of it, a rare treat. But plans almost never go as expected and shortly I fell into a deep sleep. That’s not what I wanted, my drowsy self scolded as I dozed off, then later realized the body knows sometimes what the mind does not.

The dream was vivid and powerful when it came, staying with me even now as I describe it to you. I stood in an oak forest, the trees immense and old. The daylight came to me through bare branches, a blue-green hue as dark heavy storm clouds amassed overhead. I was alone and the wind whipped the coat tails around my calves as I stood wondering where to find shelter. A few rain drops soon became a torrent. I ran still searching for safety, even just a small space to be covered and dry before the death of cold took me down. My eye caught the corners of a roof structure almost hidden by thatch and moss.

I changed course and made for the shelter, arriving just before the full onslaught of the storm. As my hand reached for the door, it opened inward. I gasped with cold, fear, surprise when a man with dark russet hair and beard and piercing green eyes stood in the doorway looking at me. “I believe you are here for me”, he said.

Sometimes in dreams, the rational mind steps in like a narrator and it said to me, “That can’t be true since you don’t really know this man and after all this is a dream” . But the rest of me, my heart, my gut, my feelings, my irrational, unworldly self said it was true. I stepped into the small space, into the dark, found a lantern and matches then stood warming my hands over scarce heat when the wick finally caught fire. “I will stay”, I said. I will be here with you until the storm blows over. Then you may decide when it’s time to leave this place. And if you need, I can show you the way out of the forest and on to the big water. If you want .”

I turned to face him squarely and he stepped forward. I thought he meant to speak, but instead he kept moving toward me. I was not alarmed when he came close enough that I felt his breathe on my face and his eyes held mine. Then he stepped into me and disappeared.

I woke in a start taking a great gulp of air as if I’d been holding my breath. His face stayed in my minds eye and I could still hear the rain pelting the roof in a dull thud, a drum calling up my memory of the long shadows cast by the lantern, the earthen smell of the room, his close presence and my primal response to him. Why did he not light the lamp? Why he was holed up in dark and cold? Why did he think I was there for him, then disappear inside of me? Why was he there?

Years have passed since the dream and each day, still, I feel him. I no longer wonder about the dream’s ending because it was not ending but beginning. He remains with me like something lost and found, hidden yet visible, longing to be known, a reminder.