We Write
By Janice D. Krantz The gift of the marathon is our growth, not just as writers, but as participants in the human experience. It’s a...
Drinking in New Orleans
By Melanie Plesh I’m at the window of Molly’s at the Market, somewhere in the flux between outside and inside. Behind me is the clatter...
Writing Marathon Leads to Home
By Margaret Westmoreland The New Orleans Writing Marathon is professional development for my soul. Yes, it's helped me become more...
Gifts of the Marathon
By Michelle Hebert Russo Just last week, I had lunch with two of my writing project friends whom I don’t see often enough. Life happens,...
Ginger at Harry's Corner
By Annabel Servat Scene: At Harry’s Corner Bar in the French Quarter; a brindle greyhound and her owner come in; both sit on barstools...
If You Can Dream It, You Can Do It
By Kim Stafford She was slumped against the wall on Decatur Street, close to midnight, crying. At her feet was a shrine—candles burning,...
Chasing Down Your Memories
By Marley Stuart I used to get nervous when a writing marathon was approaching. What would I write about? What if nothing came? What if...
Dear New Orleans
By Susan Martens Dear New Orleans, I can’t thank you enough for your warm hospitality this week, especially for such a motley crew as a...
From Molly’s Window: Saying “Yes” to Writing in the World
RIchard Louth and Melanie Plesh writing in Molly's window. By Richard Louth The unofficial home of the New Orleans Writing Marathon is an...
Why We Freewrite
By Tracy Ferrington Last week a friend said to me, “You have some down time now. I bet you’re getting in some writing.” “No,” I said. ...
