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Accepting what is to come
Tuesday, September 2, 2025
In the Dark
Monday, January 1, 2024
Writing classes for 2024 Instructor Glenda Beall
Writing Your Memories into Stories for Your Family or for Publication
Tuesdays – 6:00 – 8:00 PM - January 23 and 30 - February 13
Fee: 60.00 for three classes
Online with Zoom
There are reasons why certain memories stay with us. We don’t remember everything that has happened in our lives, but we remember those things that made a difference.
Why are they important to us?
Who are the people in our lives we want to remember and tell their stories so our children and grandchildren will know them as well?
What do you want your family to know about your life and why? Today young people hardly know their grandparents’ history, where they were born, what they did for work, and what tragedies or successes they had. We don’t sit on the porch and talk like our parents once did. Unless you write your unique story, no one will know it.
We all have individual stories, and we can learn to write them to inform and enlighten our readers. You might think your family is not interested in your story, but one day they will be so glad you took the time to write it.
In class, we share our stories and receive feedback from our peers that help us know what is good and what might need some more work. Each student gets individual attention from me with suggestions on how to make his/her story the best it can be.
My classes are for beginning and intermediate writers, published or non-published.
For registration information: gcbmountaingirl@gmail.com
Monday, May 16, 2022
Poetry by Glenda
In this place where all is fresh,
the sun would shine through gentle rain.
before it could freeze a single rose.
In a land of new beginnings, only joy
would make us weep. No hurt, no pain
would scar our thinking capability.
We’d leave it all behind
like the wake of a ship on blue seas.
I wish there were a place like this
where mourning ceases to exist. I’d go
there, never leave. I’d breathe the pristine
atmosphere, feel healing flow through me,
shedding uncertainty like a chameleon sheds its skin.
Friday, July 10, 2020
Not out of Print - find it here
A poem from Now Might as Well be Then
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Monday, January 6, 2020
Creative Writing Class in March 2020 open for registration now
Description:
Creative Writing: Perhaps you want to write about yourself or other people you know, places you have been or family history. Perhaps you have always had stories wandering around in your brain and you want to write fiction. Not sure? Your questions will be answered to help you discover your writing niche. This class is for aspiring writers or others who need motivation to put words on paper.
Join this informative class and learn from Glenda Council Beall who lives in the mountains of western North Carolina and whose work has been widely published since 1996 in numerous journals, magazines and online reviews. She is also the author of three books.
Register with Lisa Long, Director of Community Outreach, by calling 828-835-4241 or email her: LLong@tricountycc.edu
Comment from a writing student in 2018:
Glenda Beall's studio creates a safe atmosphere where I can be vulnerable in my learning, my writing and the group's critics. She imbues a tenderness of spirit that is contagious. It manifests as a well- grounded kindness that encourages the person and supports the writing process. ...Thank you, Glenda, for your many years of service to the writing communities. Sincerely and with much gratitude… Ayer G. (writing student, 2018)
Another former student:
Yours was the first writing course I’ve taken in years and you gave me not only many wonderful insights but lots of fun and very welcome encouragement....I’ve been thinking about applying for a low residency MFA program as I transition into retirement (again).
--- Don B. - student in class at John C. Campbell Folk School.
No pressure, just encouragement and tips from knowledge I gleaned from my teachers and all the workshops I have taken for twenty-five years. Beginners are welcome. We will help you get your thoughts and memories on the page.
Put the dates on your calendar now and sign up now.
Remember, if the class is not full a week before March 9, it might be cancelled.
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Teaching again in March 2020
Join this informative class and learn from Glenda Council Beall who lives in the mountains of western North Carolina and whose work has been widely published since 1996 in numerous journals, magazines and online reviews.
Register by calling or emailing Lisa T. Long, Director of community Outreach/Assistant Director of Foundation. 828.835.4241
Email: LLong@tricountycc.edu
Glenda says:
I am happy to be returning to TCCC for a four week class in March, 2020.
Please help get the word out. The class has to meet the minimum in order to make.
Tuition to this class would make a wonderful Christmas present for the writer in your life.
Monday, October 14, 2019
Appearing Thursday evening, Glenda Beall, Michelle Keller and Jim Davis at JCCFS
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Time Management Tips for Writers
At this link I found some good tips and you might like to check it out.
One that I like is scheduling my writing time on my calendar just as I do doctor's appointments.
Recently while discussing how overwhelmed I feel about what I have to do in the next month or two, I realized I must cut these tasks into manageable pieces.
I want to set aside a day for each project I am working on and not let anything else interrupt me.
One day I will only work on NCWN-West tasks. Another day I will plan my classes for Writers Circle around the Table. One day will be spent organizing my studio.
It is hard to write or do the things we really want to do when we are at home all day and have the responsibility of keeping house. Often the organizing gurus say, delegate some of the chores to your family members. Well - my little Lexie is not much help. She is an eleven pound canine who demands her feeding and her playing time. I have no human in my house to help me.
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LEXIE |
Anyway, I hope you are organized and find time to write and create what is waiting in your mind today. If you have any tips to help us, please leave a comment or email me.
Monday, February 25, 2019
Maureen Ryan Griffin featured Glenda in her WordZine today
Check Maureen's Facebook page where you can read the article about me, Paws, Claws, Hooves, Feathers and Fins and some words about my co-writer, Estelle Rice.
https://www.facebook.com/WordPlayNow/
Thanks Maureen for all your support.
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Some photos I like
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The last photo of Barry and me, 2008, taken for my poetry book, Now Might as Well be Then, published in 2009 |
Winter at my house a few years ago. |
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Winter in my woods |
Sailboat on the bay in Nova Scotia. I liked the cleanliness and fresh air. I could live there except I don't want to be so far from my family. |
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Bison graze at Yellowstone in 2003. This trip motivated me to write a number of poems. I will always remember the wildlife and the wonders of Yellowstone Park. I hope we will always have our national parks and national monuments.
Scene from Yellowstone’s
Valiant Wild
By Glenda Council Beall
A
young male strode down the mountainside,
crossed
the road, strutted into shallow waters
of
the Gallatin river. He stalked the old bull elk
grazing
alone on the other side.
The
herd master ignored the gauntlet for a while,
then
quick like a rattler striking, charged from the bank.
The
clash of antlers cracked like breaking pines
in
an ice storm, rolling sound upstream and down.
On
land once more, the battle halted
while
both tried to maneuver bony-branched horns
between
the lodge pole pines. A minute’s rest--
then
back into the current.
Strong
hind quarters, taunt neck muscles, bunched
like
iron cables, pushed, retreated, up and down
the
icy stream. The match wore on for more
than
twenty minutes.
Heads
low, antlers commingled like old bones
collected
in a basket, until the young stud forced
his
aging foe beneath the water’s surface, held him there.
The
veteran of a life of valiant clashes at last broke free.
He
crashed and splashed downstream, the loser,
bleating
like a lamb who's lost his mother.
Posing
for cameras on the roadside,
the
victor, centered in the roaring river,
raised
his head and shook his massive rack.
He bugled his triumphant call
to his new harem
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