On Saturday I attended the monthly luncheon meeting of the Phoenix Writers Club–an organization that is nearly as old as I am–more than 80 years.  For their summer meetings they feature members who report on the kind of writing they do, their successes and failures. Fall and Spring meetings feature "professional" speakers.

The distance to Phoenix is about 100 miles and summer weather ther is not for the heat sensitive.  However, my writer friend who drove us had announcements to make about her writing efforts.  At a meeting I attended a couple of years ago, I was one of two featured speakers.  Afterward a man, Joyti Prakash Chaudhuri, Phd, a graduate of a University in India, and a world traveler, purchased my humorous novel, Something's Leaking Upstairs, and asked if I would be willing to read the opening pages of his manuscript for a book to be titled Gems of Human Heritage: Our Scripts, and write a blurb that would appear on the cover with my credits. His scholarly message in the book is mainly to simplify our alphabet and word meanings so that they can be understood in all native cultures.  I was flattered to be asked and sent a few lines for his book cover.

On Saturday, my first visit to the club in about a year, Dr. Chaudhuri, greeted me warmly and presented me with an autographed copy of the book.  He tells me that he also wants to purchase "seven or eight copies" of my novel to send to a University in Germany to a professor who is teaching English to German students. I am flattered, of course, and can make the books available at a discount for him.  His praise  includes "a laugh on every page," and he feels that those learning English will enjoy reading it.

You never know where your printed words will alight and make an impact!.   Until tomorrow, Willma