A story from my hometown that makes me think I now need to write ten BETTER stories about my hometown.

I come from a reasonably small “mill” town called Kannapolis. We loved our Friday night high school football and eating at the local What-a-Burger. I was a Girl Scout. Churches on every other corner.

The KKK could NOT have been further from my mind. In fact, wasn’t that something from the past? In movies, maybe?

I was wrong.

Cont. reading…The KKK in K-Town

I’ve had to take on a new approach with my writing recently. Slow down. Make it better. Trust that if I write it well — just like in Field of Dreams, they will come. “The internet is inundated with writing. Saturated. Completely, utterly filled with writing.

How do you get readers with tired and busy eyes to stop scrolling through the web and pay attention to your work? Get them to read your work and perhaps start a conversation with you, or share your work on their personal social media sites?

NEWS: POETRY BOOK IS IN THE WORKS. STAY TUNED!!!

Poetically yours,

Christina Ward

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