Wine & Words was a fun and well-received event last night. We had nine authors who read, five from FVP and four from our community. The pieces were moving, funny, and entertaining. I’m always astounded at the writing quality and talent that emerges in this tiny Valley on such evenings.
Victoria Bastedo was our Special Guest Author for the evening, and she delighted the crowd by telling us of an actual old tree she, perhaps, saved with her expressed upset at seeing a chainsaw nearby. Then she read the following fun and touching story from one of her blogs, SnoValley Hobbit:
Donago Greenhaven buttoned his new fawn-colored waistcoat. As a rule, hobbits don’t tend to dwell on overt fashion and vanity, but he loved it when his mirror reflected a brightness to his image. From the top of his reddish-gold curls, to the bottoms of his hairy feet, he wanted to appear cheerful, intelligent, and ready for any adventure that might await him over the next hill.
Donago plucked at the red handkerchief that peaked in a triangle out of the upper pocket, making sure it stood out. Tonight he was especially interested in making an impression. Traveling hobbits had arrived in Little Delving, bringing wares for the market, presents for friends, and news of the other regions. He wanted to share in it, the busy world of those who worked, and those who dreamed.
He beamed at himself, at his own bright eye, at the dimple an inch from the edge of his mouth, and his one crooked tooth. He’d been told that he was born ready to grin, and that he’d no doubt die with a last bit of laughter on his lips. He looked fine. From the little round window that overlooked his garden and the distant fields to the west a breeze filtered in a whiff of the sea. The scent must have traveled for many miles, must have flirted with clumps of silver grasses and coasting birdwings, holding its essence to arrive in his room and call to him. It always made him laugh.
“All right!” he told it, forgetting his finery as he hurried out of his bedroom and then outside his hole. His intention had been to visit The Brown Barrel, Little Delving’s busiest Inn, and hear the tales that might be told, but that could wait… READ MORE
Sorry I missed this! I was hoping to go to hear the stories.
It’s really a treat that we have a venue for reading our stories to a live audience.
I heard rumor you were going to attend and was looking forward to seeing you and perhaps hearing some of what you’ve been writing lately…Maybe we’ll see you at the next one – Set for April 26th.
I’ll mark my calendar! I have some pieces ready to go for a reading…and I have a piece being published in an anthology put out by Scribe Valley Press in Knoxville TN!
Nice! Congrats on the new anthology publishing!!