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Siren Song Finds Sympathetic Ear.....

Just a note for any reader's here to check out Sandra Tyler's lovely little brainchild---Woven Tale Press --- a newly emerging tribute to those drifting through the blogosphere. It's intended as a gathering place of little blog posts from authors across the spectrum, an "eclectic culling of the blogging web" to use their own description.

I'll admit, I had never heard of Woven Tale Press until Ms Tyler came knocking at my comment box, soliciting for a submission to her A-Z special edition. I was intrigued, and more than a little flattered--- I did the A-Z writing challenge for myself, not really expecting anyone to read it (even though I brazenly posted and cross-posted, every letter... everyday).

Sometimes, nay, most times, writing feels like a solitary trek through an uncharted jungle...blogging, more like a tumble off a jungle cliff, as we haphazardly toss our hearts out into the ether, not knowing who or what might be watching.

It can be unsettling, unnerving... but, ultimately, thrilling, when someone connects with what you've written. And, even if you don't believe it was your best work, the fact that it touched/inspired/incensed someone else, means it was worth putting out there.

Having my S is for Siren post nestled in among the other letters in the A-Z Special Edition of Woven Tale Press was an unexpected treat that made finishing the challenge, that I almost bowed out of half-way through, very much worth it!

Anyway, check out the goings-on at Woven Tale Press--- there's quite a collection of blogs there!!!


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