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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

CBC Writes -- Daily pick is local author & artist, Susan Krupp -- Congratulations, Susan!

A Shallow Puddle By Susan Krupp
On August 30, 2011

"Somewhere between here and there I made up my mind to sit tight and abstain from drinking vodka in my coffee.
Time sober was profoundly succinct. With hesitation I understood why folks drank in the first place. Our vanity is gigantic. I'm leaping over obstacles now, tripping purposely for fun."
Susan Krupp, Elliot Lake ON
Congratulations to local author & artist, Susan Krupp. Her entry is the daily pick on CBC Writes .....way to go, Susan

Local author and artist, Susan Krupp, is a talent!  Renowned for her artistry, her works can be viewed in Elliot Lake's Gallery at the Centre.    In addition, her book cover designs are gaining world-wide attention from authors who want nothing but the best for their new publications.   She is also well-known for her unique pet portraits.   Check out her website at http://yuneekpix.com/

Copies of Susan's latest publication titled "fretta and thin"  will be available for sale at the Elliot Lake Writers' Fall Festival, Saturday, October 22nd, at the Lester B. Pearson Centre.  Susan will be available to autograph her book.   And don't forget to check out Susan's poem, Stood up in Toronto with Spoiled Screaming Daisies  - a must read.



Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Elliot Lake Animal Gas Chamber -- First step accomplished

I am delighted that in a Council meeting this evening the City of Elliot Lake agreed that the Animal Gas Chamber will no longer be used for the euthenasia of domestic animals in favour of a more humane method.

This is an important first step in the elimination of the animal gas chamber.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Elliot Lake Writers' Fall Festival .....


 Saturday, October 22, 2011

Elliot Lake Writers'  Fall Festival takes place October 22, 2011 at the Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre in Elliot Lake.  This event will offer a morning workshop from 9 a.m. to noon, titled Memoir Writing with instructor Dr. Ross Pennie, award winning medical mystery novelist, professor at McMaster University,  and medical doctor from Hamilton, Ontario.

An afternoon workshop from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m., titled How to Get Published will be presented by renowned instructor Brian Henry who teaches at Ryerson University and George Brown College in Toronto. 

Each three hour workshop is being presented for the low cost of $25. Tickets are available now.  Just email me for tickets.

The launch of Penpourri, Elliot Lake Writers' Anthology of Stories and Poems will take place the day of the Festival and will be part of the Book Fair which is drawing authors from Toronto, Manitoulin Island, Nairn Centre, Blind River, Sault Ste Marie, as well as Elliot Lake.  Here is a great opportunity to meet and speak with the authors  who will be available for book signings.

The Podium Presentations are free to the public and will be provided throughout the day by authors from Toronto, Cobalt, North Bay, Manitoulin, Nairn Centre, Webbwood, and Blind River as well as from Elliot Lake.   This is a wonderful opportunity to meet the authors who will be reading from their works.

There will be in-place writing competitions with prizes for adults and children.  There will also be free entertainment for all throughout the day by pianists, Ken Little, Denis Morel and Mime Artist, Fran Perkins.

Members of Elliot Lake Writers'  Workshop are thankful to our Festival Sponsors.  Hope to see you there October 22nd from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. at the Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre.

The day filled with activities will be  followed by a Gala Dinner at The Renaissance Centre, Elliot Lake with after dinner guest speaker, Dr. Ross Pennie.  Dinner tickets are $20 each and are available now.  Just email me for your three course chicken dinner tickets.

For Workshop and Dinner Tickets or for further information about the Festival's exciting events  please email me.






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THANK YOU TO OUR SPONSORS .... OCTOBER 22ND, 2011 .... A DAY TO REMEMBER!

Friday, August 26, 2011

For your information: Literary artists

The Ontario Arts Council (OAC) is pleased to invite you to one in a series of:


FREE Information Sessions about OAC's Literature and Northern Arts Programs. 



The dates, times and locations for the information sessions are as follows:



Elliot Lake

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

7:00 pm - 9:00 pm

Civic Center - Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre, 255 Hwy 108, Elliot Lake, Ontario



Sault Ste. Marie           

Thursday, September 8, 2011

7:00 pm - 9:00 pm

Cafe Natura - 75 Elgin Street



Thessalon

Friday, September 9, 2011

7:00 pm - 9:00 pm

The Auld Kirk - 234 Main St. Thessalon Ontario



Please join John Degen, OAC's Literature Officer and, Gouled Hassan, OAC's Northeastern Consultant, if you have questions about:

·                     Services and support for literature artists

·                     Your artistic practice or the practice of the artists you support

·                     Whether you, your collective or organization are eligible for OAC grants

·                     The application process (deadlines, etc.)

·                     How grant decisions are made and how juries are selected

·                     How to select and prepare support material

·                     Drafting clear, concise grant applications

·                     Budgeting



Please bring your questions, project ideas or proposals.



Please tell others about the information session. There is no registration process.



*** The sessions will be conducted in English. For more information, please call Gouled Hassan, OAC's Northeastern Consultant toll free at 1-877-265-8842 ***



RSVP to:  Martina Roncarelli, Ontario Arts Council Program Assistant wlmailhtml:{D26E9BA7-8052-4B6B-96E4-A933936DF0AB}mid://00000020/!x-usc:mailto:mroncarelli@arts.on.ca <wlmailhtml:{D26E9BA7-8052-4B6B-96E4-A933936DF0AB}mid://00000020/!x-usc:mailto:mroncarelli@arts.on.ca>  1-800-387-0058 ext. 7417



For info about OAC grant programs, guidelines and application forms call 416-961-1660, email wlmailhtml:{D26E9BA7-8052-4B6B-96E4-A933936DF0AB}mid://00000020/!x-usc:mailto:info@arts.on.ca <wlmailhtml:{D26E9BA7-8052-4B6B-96E4-A933936DF0AB}mid://00000020/!x-usc:mailto:info@arts.on.ca> , or visit www.arts.on.ca <http://mail.arts.on.ca/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.arts.on.ca> .



The Ontario Arts Council (OAC) is the province of Ontario's primary funding body for professional arts activity. Since 1963, the OAC has played a vital role in promoting and assisting the development of the arts and artists for the enjoyment and benefit of Ontarians.

Elliot Lake Writers' Fall Festival - October 22, 2011 -- wkp & dinner tickets available now

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Granny - a poem by T.L. Cooper

Memories of you
Have begun to fade ever so slightly
I fear they'll desert me entirely one day
So I remind myself
Birthday cards with a few dollars, more than you could afford
Letters in college that encouraged and reminded
Always began
"My Dearest Granddaughter"
I thought it old-fashioned then
Now I cherish those words
I read every single letter with joy, hidden but real
Perhaps my love of books came from you
You read voraciously
Stacks of books and magazines cluttered your house
You read your chapters in the Bible each night
How many "most chapters read" pins did you win?
Family meant everything to you
Yet you lived alone much of the time
Widowed before I was born
Raised two of your grandchildren
You set an example of independence
Though I wouldn't recognize it for years
I reveled in your pride in my accomplishments
Drawers filled with mementos of your family's successes
Cherished quietly, privately, and yet not so privately
You bore responsibility for your life
Made things work when they seemed desperate
You were stronger than it appeared
I see that now
Perhaps I should've appreciated you more then
As I do now
Published by T. L. Cooper
T. L. Cooper grew up in Tollesboro, Kentucky. She earned a Bachelor of Science in Corrections from Eastern Kentucky University. She has published poetry in anthologies, short stories, and articles.

I love your poem, Ms. Cooper.  Thank you for allowing me to share it with others on this blog.  :-)

Elliot Lake Writers' Fall Festival - Saturday, October 22, 2011

Penpourri, Elliot Lake Writers' Workshop Anthology of Stories and Poems ....

Cover design: Yuneekpix.com
 
The Launch of Penpourri - Elliot Lake Writers' Workshop Anthology of Stories and Poems

will take place at the Elliot Lake Writers' Fall Festival, Saturday, October 22, 2011 at the Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre.  Festival happens from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. followed by Gala Dinner at the Renaissance Centre.

Tickets for workshops and dinner available now.  Please email me for tickets.


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

"Inspiration" ... a poem

I'm delighted that my poem titled Inspiration has been selected for publication by White Mountain Publications in New Liskeard.

Congratulations to local poets Linda Duke & Greg Laurenceson.  Their poems were also selected.

Hope to see you September 10th in New Liskeard, Deborah, and a big thank you for providing this competition.

Self Published Authors: Overwhelming Response!

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Monday, August 22, 2011

Elliot Lake Animal Gas Chamber Protest Rally today ....

I was proud to be there with more than 80 other people in attendance today to protest the operation of the Animal Gas Chamber on Timber Road in Elliot Lake, Ontario.

CTV cameras and reporters were there as well as reporter from Elliot Lake's The Standard.

Three more pages of names were added to the petition which contained more than a thousand names. Copy of this petition was given by Mr. John Sewell to Councillor Al Collett for presentation to
City Council at their next scheduled meeting.

Congratulations and thank you to everyone who participated.











Thursday, August 18, 2011

Let's put an end to the animal gas chamber in Elliot Lake ........




How would you feel if your beloved pet ended his days in a gas chamber?

No animal on God's good earth deserves such a painful, disgusting and heartless end.

Please do all you can to close down this barbaric place.

Sure, unfortunately, sometimes it is necessary to end an animal's life but in God's name let's do it in a painless, humane way.

We can't afford to do this?  Give me a break!   Do what needs to be done!

Shut down the animal gas chamber in Elliot Lake!

The Chamber by local author Shealana Mullin ........

The Chamber

The smell in here is over powering. It permeates everything around me. It's the smell of fear that coats
another smell I can't identify right away with a sweet yet sickening odour. My eyes dart back and forth
and I pant uncontrollably.

I'm in a small cell, a cell not even fit for a dog in all honesty. My other cell mates howl and scream with
indignation, screaming for freedom and howling their protests of innocence. No one listens, not even
the man that put us here.

My family is gone, abandoning me to this hell hole. I don't know what I did wrong for them to leave
me in this sick and dank place. The only thing I've ever been guilty of is loving them unconditionally
and thinking that love was mutual. The darkness is over whelming and the urine and feces around me
attaching their stink to my body, is suffocating me with the stench.

One of my cell mates cringes as a guard walks by with restraints in his hands. The guard pauses,
looking at a clip board then at my cell mate. I scurry to the back of the cell unsure why I'm so afraid but
knowing I should be afraid. My cell mate cries out as the guard steps closer to the door and stares down
at him. As the guard opens the door he lassos my cell mate with his restraints, they are designed to
restrain us by the throat so that we don't thrash about as they drag us down the white corridors to the
only other door in the room at the back.

The throat restraints cause my cell mate to choke back a cry as he thrashes against it and tries to pull
away. I scream bloody murder, trying to tell the guard he's choking him to death. I end up bashing
against the cell door as it slams shut behind them and the guard drags my cell mate down the corridor
to the dreaded white washed door at the end.

The voices behind the door are whispered under the mechanical drone of some unseen monster
machine I've heard rumours about in here. They call it the bad room, the room that no one from our
cells have ever returned from. I don't quite know what or who is in that room that elicits so much
fear from the old timers here but it's a palpable fear that catches like wild fires of mass hysteria.

As the whispers fade I can smell that other smell. The one that the fear tries unsuccessfully to cover up.
I know that smell, how do I know that smell, I've smelled it before. It has the same sweet sickly smell
of rotting meat that's been left in the hot summer sun too long. Spoiled meat with a sickening undertone
of urine, vomit and feces. I strain to see into the room, to catch a glimpse of what fate awaits my cell
mate. He's cowing in a corner, snapping and biting at the air between him and the guard that dragged
him there. There are others there dressed in white lab coats, but the door slams shut with the sound of
inevitable and  impending doom before I can see anything more than that.

The screams and howls of anguish that come from behind the thick, white washed metal door on the
end of the corridor never really get drowned out that well. They haunt our dreams, creating nightmares
that can't be imagined. The mechanical symphony of a generator comes screaming out from behind that
door once a week, reducing most of us to cowering and sobbing slumps of our former selves in our
cells. Huddling in the back of the cells to avoid the all seeing eyes of the guards, trying to make
ourselves small and unseen. Most are never successful at it, very few escape from the clutches of that
room, that evil, horrible room.

An acrid smell puffs up from under the small crack at the bottom of the door. It is a chemical smell that
irritates our eyes and noses. The cell mates closest to the door end up sneezing and coughing from it.
Getting the worse of the acrid smoke from the evil place. My nightmares are filled with it, torturing me
anytime I may close my eyes. The nightmares dancing across the back of my eyelids like little trolls,
sticking and jabbing my consciousness with fear and hopelessness. Startling me awake at every turn
day and night.

The guard is walking back down the corridor, I beg an unseen, unhearing god that I'm not even sure
really exists to spare me, spare my life and I'll be better. Do better, I'm innocent, I swear that I am. I
howl my protests with the other voices of the innocent as the guard unlocks my cell door. It seems my
turn has come, my end at the hands of the evil room is here. I quake and shiver uncontrollably. Panting
and cowering in the corner of my cell as the noose of the restraints land squarely on my shoulders and
tighten around my neck. The first yank from the guard chokes me, cutting off my breath before I can
scream and pull away.

I'm being dragged down the corridor, the sounds of the other cell mates drowning my own screams out.
The white washed door slams open and I am shoved into the glaring lights of the florescent bulbs in the
room. The two others with white lab coats stare at me with unfeeling round dark eyes. There is no
emotion, no compassion, not even a glimmer of care in those dark, deep pools of their eyes. Nothing
but weariness and disgust. I look around, eyes straining against the light trying to make sense of the
room.
 
My cell mate lays on a cold metal table on his side with the life drained from him.

That smell, that horrible sickening smell gags me as I struggle and bite at the air between the guard and
myself. Then it hits me, I know what that smell is now and I am terrified. It is the smell of death, the
smell of inevitable demise. It is my demise, my death I am smelling. Then I see it. The wire cage on
wheels, three other cell mates scream and fight for space in that wire cage. Gnashing and gnawing and
writhing against each other. Droplets of blood spatter on the floor from them struggling against each
other and biting themselves to escape. There is no escape, none to be had. This is the end, the final
curtain, the brutal exit from life.

The guard yanks me forward and I scream, trying to pull back but I am too weak to resist. He grabs me
by the nape of the neck releasing the restraint and shoving me simultaneously into the wire cage of cell
mates that have become a ball of gnawing sharp teeth and insanity. In the mass hysteria of that wire
cage I lose my individuality, my being and become another gnawing set of teeth. Slashing and biting at
anything that comes across the path of my mouth. Screaming and howling at the indignation and
injustice, losing my mind to the insanity, becoming nothing but rage and fear boiling over from the
wire cage.

The wire cage on wheels gets pushed into a box, it's small and stinks of spoiled life. The smell of death
and the acrid smoke that haunts my nightmares bubbling over my senses, driving me all that more
insane with fear. My mind breaks from all sense of reality and sanity and I become a heap of howling
tissue, muscle and bone. Quaking in my skin as the inevitable end is nearing. The generator kicks up
and we all scream.
 
Then the door slams shut behind us and the darkness is utterly complete with shear
terror.

The acrid smoke fills the tiny box, choking us all and quelling some of us to silence. I feel like I am
drowning, my insides are on fire and my lungs scream as the hot foul smoke fills them to over flowing.
I gasp and twitch, still conscious though barely. The others are beneath me twitching and convulsing
causing the wire cage to rock on its wheels with a torturous squeak. Is there no peace even in death, the
shattering sound of those wheels in the small confines of the box shatter the last remaining pieces of
my mind, leaving me with nothing but fear, hopelessness and insane terror.
 
As my eyes roll back I beg for death, for mercy and for anything but this.
 
I beg for remand even from my captors and tormentors that put me here.
 
My howls fall on no ears, no one wants to hear it and the only answer is the hum of
the generator and the whoosh of the foul smoke that suffocates me so mercilessly.

The darkness finally comes after what seems like an eternity. My vision fades behind my eye lids and
my gasps for a futile attempt at self preservation of my life drain away sweetly. I grunt the last few
breaths from my body and give in, let death take me away from here. Let death be my salvation. My
last thoughts as my heart thuds against my rib cage for the last time are of my family. Where are they,
why have I been forsaken by them, why did they turn their back on me, where did they go. What did I
do so wrong that they would no longer love me and want me.???

“Geeze, that last set of dogs slated for the gas chamber were rough” The guard grunted.

“Next week we have twice the amount to gas, we're going to need to double stack some of the females
with their babies” The man in the white lab coat said in disgust.

“Damned city needs to fund us for a bigger gas chamber” The other lab technician spat vehemently,
“Like that would ever happen, damned crying shame about that last dog. He was a good looking dog”
The guard whispered, “too bad the family couldn't keep him and there are NO shelters to send him or the others to
anymore”

“Yeah, too bad, so sad”

Say NO to animal gas chamber currently operating in Elliot Lake ......

Finally, the gloves are off....this is going worldwide, .....I am considering sending this story to ALL Cdn and US TV networks, and no doubt they will want to investigate further. I'll give City officials some time to act on this issue first.....if they don't, then this goes "viral"...
This is Elliot Lake's SHAME.....
Move to Elliot Lake, be welcomed here, but remember to keep your "Fluffy" or Fido under your supervision at ALL times......or else it will be captured by Elliot Lake's ByLaw officer, who will incarcerate the animal for a short period, and if not claimed, will put Fluffy or Fido into the Elliot Lake Gas Chamber where it will experience excruciating pain and suffering before succumbing after many minutes to the gas being pumped into the chamber....your pets last view of this world will be thru an opaque piece of glass, with the face of their executioner peering through, wondering if the "deed" has been done yet........
This is Elliot Lake's Shame.........please pass this on to everyone on your mailing list, add your name to the email if you like.......contact your MP, your MPP, and yes, even Elliot Lake's Mayor and Council and staff, (email addresses on the cc line above, everyone else is on the bcc line!!) some of whom "promised" the very first thing they would do "if elected" would be to shut this torture chamber down asap........so far, after nearly a year of being in office, NOTHING has been done to close this execution chamber down. It is still being used.......
The City of Elliot Lake claims it is "cheaper" to put unwanted, lost, and stray animals to sleep THIS WAY rather than have a Vet, or Vet Tech euthanize an animal by a painless lethal injection....
The pictures are graphic. You can see the GAS pipeline into the Concrete block Chamber. You can see the gas tanks behind the chamber enclosed by an aluminum box. You can see the opaque glass......and for all you PET OWNERS out there in the real world, can you imagine the horror of YOUR "Fluffy" or "Fido" being placed into this concrete box and suffering for what must seem like an eternity before dying alone.....its bloody awful, and your support is needed NOW to shut this Chamber down....
Sincerely
John Sewell
Elliot Lake, Ontario


Saturday, August 13, 2011

Congratulations, author, Patricia C. Lee

A big congratulations to local Elliot Lake Author, Patricia C. Lee, on her very successful book launch of Destiny's Past which took place this morning at Shopper's Drugmart.

I bought my copy this morning and I can't wait to read it.

Very happy for you, Patricia, and knowing you will continue to achieve good book sales.

Patricia C. Lee will be participating in the Book Fair at the Elliot Lake Writers'  Fall Festival.

Copies of Destiny's Past will be available for signing and sales that day, October 22, 2011 at the Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre, Elliot Lake.

If you are an author and would like to book a vendor table in the Festival's Book Fair then get in touch.. There is limited space available.   Contact me by email.audrey@persona.ca

Penpourri - Elliot Lake Writers' Workshop Anthology of Stories and Poems




The Launch of Penpourri - Elliot Lake Writers' Workshop Anthology of Stories and Poems

will take place at the Elliot Lake Writers' Fall Festival, Saturday, October 22, 2011 at the Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre.  Festival happens from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. followed by Gala Dinner at the Renaissance Centre.

Tickets for workshops and dinner available now.  Please email me for tickets.


Saturday, August 6, 2011

Cover Story by Susan Krupp ...

A COVER STORY

By Susan Krupp

Three months ago, Gerald A. Servais, an author from Edmonton,
Alberta contracted me to design two covers for books close to
publication. I agreed.  I'm a visual artist.

I grabbed the challenge with a clear head and fresh coffee. 
One was a horror story. A ghost, a woman and a young girl
were focal subjects. Immediately my mind conjured scenarios. 
After the mention of an old farm house, I was off.

The creative process for me is an almost dissociative one. 
I immerse myself in color, and space and time become lost
tokens rearing up only when the light becomes dim or the
coffee gone.

The first copy I e-mailed to Gerald left him speechless, which
for a writer I suppose was a little awkward.  He told me that
his excitement to print his book heightened exponentially after
seeing the cover design.  A wonderful compliment! The visual
gave his book a sense of reality. It seemed full and right
and ready. After a few minor tweaks and a few short days Gerald
had his cover, and I had the pleasure of making his publishing
experience a positive one.

I've read many books, and I've listened to numerous records
(when vinyl was in). I always gravitated to the covers that
popped, or seemed out of the ordinary, simply beautiful and
more importantly, said something to me about the story or the
music. It's a reaction. A connection I made personally with my
own subconscious.

Gerald's second book is a psychological thriller, and for me
this was a fantastic opportunity to create imagery that
hopefully made a reader feel uneasy, but not afraid to open
the cover. At least not yet! Somehow I merged the characters
and created an ambience that, according to Gerald, was 'spot on!'  

Inspiration translated loosely from the Greek means 'breath of
angels', and I believe this is as close an explanation as any.
There's nothing more satisfying than making a connection with
the writer and his book.

A book cover is a visual synopsis of the writing encased. 
It's the guts of the tale. Its purpose is to entice someone
to hold the book. Open up. Read.

Titles and designs are equally important. I believe a title
can capture the eye when coupled with the right design
simultaneously. This is where the author and designer wed in
a way. It's a wonderful process! I make friends with writers.
We stay in touch, and the relationship is profoundly close. 
A special bond.

It's a privilege for me as an artist to be privy to a writers'
mind. I'm fascinated with every project. So, if you're a budding
writer or a seasoned author, I accept and respect your
creativity. In your decision to select an artist for your book's
cover, realize that communication, connection and positive
collaboration are a must. The perfect union can result in
something wonderful.


BIO
Susan Krupp was born in Toronto, Ontario and grew up in New
Zealand. She studied at the Ontario College of Art and became
hooked on computer graphics after having been introduced to
Corel back in the 80's. She has murals in three provinces and
won awards in Corel's first International In House Design
Competition.

She's collaborated with Audrey Austin, author of Sara, A
Canadian Saga, Reawakening, and The Silent Star plus a dozen.

Susan will be illustrating Audrey Austin's next book, Ellen and the Hummingtree.

 She's also designed covers for Edmonton Writer, Gerald A Servais
whose work Thistles and Thorns of Blackwood and The Coriolis Effect:
the Second Law will be available in the fall.

Samples of her work can be viewed at www.yuneekpix.com  and
http://www.yuneekpix.com/2/post/2011/03/anybody-need-a-book-cover-design.html 

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Elliot Lake Writers' Fall Festival -- Saturday, October 22, 2011

Elliot Lake Writers'  Fall Festival takes place October 22, 2011 at the Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre in Elliot Lake.  This event will offer a morning workshop from 9 a.m. to noon, titled Memoir Writing with instructor Dr. Ross Pennie, award winning medical mystery novelist, professor at McMaster University,  and medical doctor from Hamilton, Ontario.

An afternoon workshop from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m., titled How to Get Published will be presented by renowned instructor Brian Henry who teaches at Ryerson University and George Brown College in Toronto. 

Each three hour workshop is being presented for the low cost of $25. Tickets are available now.  Just email me for tickets.

The launch of Penpourri, Elliot Lake Writers' Anthology of Stories and Poems will take place the day of the Festival and will be part of the Book Fair which is drawing authors from Toronto, Manitoulin Island, Nairn Centre, Blind River, Sault Ste Marie, as well as Elliot Lake.  Here is a great opportunity to meet and speak with the authors  who will be available for book signings.

The Podium Presentations are free to the public and will be provided throughout the day by authors from Toronto, Cobalt, North Bay, Manitoulin, Nairn Centre, Webbwood, and Blind River as well as from Elliot Lake.   This is a wonderful opportunity to meet the authors who will be reading from their works.

There will be in-place writing competitions with prizes for adults and children.  There will also be free entertainment for all throughout the day by pianists, Ken Little, Denis Morel and Mime Artist, Fran Perkins.

Members of Elliot Lake Writers'  Workshop are thankful to our Festival Sponsors.  Hope to see you there October 22nd from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. at the Lester B. Pearson Civic Centre.

The day filled with activities will be  followed by a Gala Dinner at The Renaissance Centre, Elliot Lake with after dinner guest speaker, Dr. Ross Pennie.  Dinner tickets are $20 each and are available now.  Just email me for your three course chicken dinner tickets.

For Workshop and Dinner Tickets or for further information about the Festival's exciting events  please email me.






J. Breen Coffee; The Algo Mall; Viking Fish & Chips


THANK YOU TO OUR SPONSORS .... OCTOBER 22ND, 2011 .... A DAY TO REMEMBER!