8.9.10 meeting began l.l5 pm.
Present: Helene, Cathy, Wendy, David R., Jo, Vala, Mandy.

Brag.
David told us of a neighbour who was blown over by the wind in her ugg boots, trying to retrieve bunting. It isn't every day you can see this.
Mandy will get a wished-for shed as hers lost its roof in the wind. Her caravan went for a walk.
Wendy is going to Nowra Players to see a play.
Helene going on a cruise, not yet.
Cathy is wearing a very stylish boot because she would climb ladders to clean windows. She has broken a bone near her ankle, very yukky when you think of it.

Word of the week, or day, or year:
David: loquacious - talkative.
lascivious- feeling an overt sexual desire, lecherous, ribald, lewd.
Mandy: parsimony - mean-spirited about spending money.
Wendy: spinster - a woman who remains single beyond the usual age of marriage, or
a spinner.
distaff - a staff for holding wool.
Helene: feminism: advocacy of equal rights for women, esp. in politics, or presumed 'man's' domain.
Cathy: slake - satisfy an appetite, thirst, pertaining to lime.

Homework: 'Six hours to live'

David: a meteor is coming - a poem - colourful and mysterious - oh dear, he was drunk and didn't die.
Mandy: a story of the effects of the bombs as they advance across the country. Prime Minister Gillard seems to be there already.
Helene: Justin hears the news about a change in the law through a monitor. He packs up to go to Swanhaven. He finds he has 6 hours left. The world keeps turning as if nothing is happening.
Vala: A poem, what will she do in the six hours she has left? Decides that no one will remember her doings so why do anything. She ends up writing at the last minute about the last minute.
Cathy: An atomic bomb has been exploded. Everyone rushing around to find shelter and water and food. They pray. They embrace but the radio is on and the news is all bad. There is no escaping.
Jo: A reporter who reports the end in advance of it, describing what is ahead of him and all mankind - the last tree will be the last earth-like thing to go. Oh, oh, Prime Minister Gillard was there too. I should've said 'womankind' ... personkind ... phooey.

Cup of tea time ended up in picking out a man with a titty on the cover of a romance book, can't remember who has the kind of sight as to notice such things ... mmm

Then there were quik-rites. 'But that's not my real name'. All efforts as usual, very differently presented.

Then there was the exercise: 'Write a story in one line'. Everyone had a good idea of what had to be done. Interesting.

The homework was presented by Jo, and it was in the form of an excerpt, what is science fiction, that is, that science fiction is present each moment of your life. It was explained in the excerpt how that comes about. However, the writing parties have decided to do work of their own or do the s.f. which is not s.f. really, that is the point, everything at some time in history and future is s.f.- think of the wheel - once it was also.
Well, we will see what else comes about next week, but we are going to treat ourselves to a game of trivial pursuit which is apt, as we are all interested in keeping the brain active and games are excellent practices. We are going to divide into teams, wow, that'll be interesting. Hope we survive the afternoon!