And so, she just started typing. As if she was trying to dig herself out of some hole that was filled with words, perhaps that she never said but had always wished she could. She typed and dug and typed and dug as if letter by letter, word by word she would finally uncover who she was—why she was . . . 

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Putting a Price Tag on Passion

posted Sep 23, 2019, 9:14 PM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Sep 24, 2019, 5:25 AM ]

What an amazing group of creative minds at The Room to Write’s Writers and Illustrators Meet & Greet at Wahlburgers! Every three months I look forward to knowing I will have the distinct privilege of being in the midst of an eclectic group of creative individuals. The only way I can ensure this happens is by organizing this event myself. So, what have I learned from organizing these types of events? I learned that no matter how tired I am, how little of my latest project I’ve written, how much laundry there is to do or how hard the opportunity to gather with other writers and creative minds is to fit into my schedule—I MUST DO IT!

I need to treat every opportunity to meet up with other writers, illustrators and creative minds like it’s an event I am organizing. I have to imagine I am the one bringing the coffee and sweets—even if I’m not. Perhaps I should volunteer to do so in order to hold myself accountable? I need to conger up the notion that I am the person responsible for greeting people as they arrive and charged with introducing them to others—helping them to feel at home among their people—even if I will do nothing of the sort. Maybe that’s something I could help out with, though? I’ll have to email the organizer and find out if he or she would like me there to serve that role. Why? Because I need to hold myself accountable.

I understand now—after hosting so many of these meet and greet events—how very important it is to force myself out of my comfort zone and get into someone’s physical line of sight, shake their hand and ask them what they write, how they write—why they write. I want to be in the orbit of an illustrator and talk directly to them and know what they enjoy or struggle with, not because I am an illustrator but because we are both artists trying to connect with an audience, trying to evoke a laugh or a tear or a nod of understanding.

I believe that art of any sort is the most vulnerable way that we humans hope to communicate and connect with one another. We want to be heard, be seen, be understood—be part of this human family. Art is another language through which we try to do all those things. It is an off-gassing that seems wholly necessary on a regular basis in order to settle into our environment—until our scent no longer seems out of place or toxic. I guess it’s a fancy way of asking those around us, “Do I stink or do you smell like this too?” Now I worry—does that make sense? Well, that is the worry that every author, every artist, every filmmaker shares. They want to know—in a very basic way—if they stink of if that’s how you smell too.

Creativity is the root of all solutions. People want ingenuity. Companies want problem solvers. Creativity is always present and, in fact—demanded—at the genesis of anything. Yet, where are the opportunities to create? Where is the money? When will we—as a society—value the creative individuals who I know have a passion that burns white hot—the people who will go without a paycheck just for the opportunity to create for and connect with another human being. How can we reconcile art and money? What price can we put on passion? I don’t know—I’m asking. But, I would love an answer—not just another algorhythm.

It continues to blow every writer north of Boston’s mind that The Room to Write does not already exist—fully funded—to serve this region. It’s hard to understand how a community that wants creative problem solving—that values art, education and thinking outside the box isn’t funneling it’s money toward writers and artists who may not yet have been vetted. It’s hard to explain an investment in any artist who is not well known or published or considered worth investing in yet.

We invest in the old, white, male, (mostly of the corpse variety, to put it frankly) artists. Show me the endowments for the female, youth, poor, nontraditional artists who do not have credits to their name or a degree or—in some cases—a paycheck or a home. Not a single writer I meet and talk to understands it either. So many writers of every color, academic level, age and financial profile are all in search of a haven, a home, a place where they can converge and find each other, but for now we writers of no merit only exist in small groups that don’t necessarily know each other and scramble for space to meet in the margins somewhere between Panera and a public park.

We at The Room to Write are doing our best to create a mecca for writers and it seems we have everything: the writers, the passion, the website, the nonprofit status, the critique group, the events—the clear demand. The only one element that is missing is, unfortunately, what the whole thing hinges on: money. We want everybody to have access to workshops and critique groups and people they can consider their peers. We do not believe that writing well is a skillset only reserved for the wealthy or those who are “in the know.” We want to be the resource that every adult and child can rely on to become better writers. So, perhaps you’d like to help us.

Help us level the writing field! Donate below. 

An Ode to August

posted Sep 1, 2019, 9:52 AM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Sep 1, 2019, 9:53 AM ]

August is gone. I didn't post. I was enjoying August so fully that I stayed by its side the entire month. I didn't want to believe it would ever fall behind me.
I couldn't let go long enough to blog about it. I just let the sun, sand and water slip through my fingers and toes and hair--relishing the feeling.
The sun hypnotized me and told me not to leave. So, I stayed. I played. I prayed for no end to summer.
But all things must end.
That stinks.
And so an ode is in order--to August. Here's to August!

Thanks for the memories.


What am I looking for
when I scan the horizon
searching for a sign
of what?
from who?
I'm looking for you
even though I know I won't find you.
I can't.
You're not here.
You weren't even here when you were
But I think I'll capture you
or a piece of you--
from you.
A note, I guess. A talisman, perhaps.
Telling me I'm not the only one looking
and remembering
and trying
to find something special
sparkling, shimmering
in between worlds.

What would it prove to find you,
to pick up a clue, left
for me, from you--


Traveling Hobo Circus

posted Jul 24, 2019, 6:40 PM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Jul 24, 2019, 6:44 PM ]

I’m supposed to be concentrating.

I’m supposed to be focusing on all things writing.

But—I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about my next stop as part of my family’s “No Home Hobo Summer Adventure.” We sold our family home at the beginning of July. Signed on the solid line and POOF it’s someone else’s now. I have to admit it is strange thinking of how the place I called home for the last fifteen years, where I and my husband welcome four babies and watched them grow is not our place anymore. It’s weird knowing I can’t just walk in the front door to use the bathroom or walk through the gardens I built from the roots up. I can’t walk around my garden—their garden—deadheading flowers and picking ripe berries. Some things will always feel like ours even when they aren’t anymore.

None of that is ours anymore. It’s a bit strange.

What may be even stranger is that I, my husband and our four children have no home right now. We are—shall we say—between homes and yet we refer to our old home and our new home as “our” homes even though, technically, neither actually belongs to us at the moment. It has been a bit nutty for our family of six to leap without a lily pad to land on. However, I suppose we can’t overthink too many things or we’d never do anything. We outgrew our house and so we sold it.

Sometimes one thing at a time is all human beings can (or should) do. So, that’s what we did. We have been trying to just focus on the next thing and do that. Luckily a lily pad appeared just as we took our foot off the last one. What a miracle that was. Divine intervention perhaps! There’s just one problem. We have to find somewhere to set our twelve feet between now and October. A minor inconvenience.

So, instead of freaking out about not actually having a home at the moment, we decided to capitalize on the fact that it’s summer and things are already a bit loosey-goosey by nature. Why not make all this no-home-ness feel intentional. The first thing we needed to come up with was a marketing campaign of sorts to assure our kids this was all part of “the plan” and—of paramount importance to them—very fun!

And so the Traveling Hobo Circus was born. Thanks to a few good friends, relatives, and neighbors we began hitting the road like any respectable group of hobos immediately. First we invaded our realtors’ home only three doors down from our “old” house. It was like something out of a comedy sketch when we made our exit barely in time for the new owners to perform their “walk through” giving them a wave, getting in our car only to drive three doors down and get out again where we were graciously invited to swim in their pool, work with use of their wi-fi, eat, drink and overall—be a  quite merry band of hobos.  

We know we have way too much stuff to qualify as legit hobos but we are indeed traveling and working. We have set up our modern-day Hobo Circus Camp with way more than tidy bindles trailing us in five different locations since July 9th and tomorrow we head out for a sixth destination and then Monday we go to our seventh and final Hobo Camp until we return at the end of the summer.

The kids are definitely getting a summer they will not soon forget. I will be content to be in one place, and hopefully find my calendar that went missing in May, once we are able to settle down in our new home in the fall. Until then—look for us traveling around this summer and if any of us seem a little scattered, it’s because—quite literally—we are.

Here’s to embracing your inner hobo and just going where the wind blows you for a while.

Enjoy your summer travels wherever they may take you and if they take you nowhere, well—I can’t say that sounds too bad to me right now.


A Word of Thanks

posted Jun 12, 2019, 8:51 PM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Jun 12, 2019, 8:52 PM ]

The Room to Write would like to thank the Wakefield-Lynnfield Chamber of Commerce for shining a light on words when they presented the Best New Business award to our nonprofit organization at their Annual Meeting on Thursday.
Many of you are familiar with the proclamation, “Man shall not live on bread alone. . .” I think we are all in agreement that human beings need physical sustenance to survive, but beyond maintaining life there is the deeper and more elusive concept of what it means to be alive.

That’s where words come in. Out loud, in print and online, words have the power to connect us and to tear us apart. The ability to express ideas clearly in writing is the backbone of our educational system, fundamental to business success, a positive outlet for emotional expression, and a binding agent for the solid foundation on which social justice sits.

Words matter and since 2016 The Room to Write has been working to demonstrate just how important they are by supporting writers of every age, ability and means. We are grateful to see that the Chamber recognizes that we need more than just bread alone to nourish the human spirit and to create communities that don’t just survive—but thrive.
Thank you also to The Room to Write's Board of Directors who support our mission with their whole hearts: Emily Seward, Vice President; Jeanette Murray, Secretary; and Roberta Hung, Treasurer.

Congratulations to our good friends and generous community partners at Wakefield Community Access Television Studios who were awarded the Best Business of the Year Award! We were so happy to share the night with them.

I seem to have misplaced May

posted Jun 4, 2019, 2:18 PM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Jun 4, 2019, 2:25 PM ]

Oh Lord! I missed May. I fell asleep like Rip Van Winkle or perhaps a wave just swept me away. 

Since September 2016 I have somewhat consistently contributed to the same blog—despite still not fully understanding what exactly the blog is supposed to be. It sometimes reads as a press release about events to come or in the past. Other times it reflects on the process and challenges of working to support a community of writers. Still, there is a third blog form that takes on the appearance of just thinking aloud (or on paper) for the sake of creativity or philosophy: poetry, essays, or pieces from fictional works of my own. 

Whatever the form the blog entries take, they have always shown up once a month at a minimum. This year, however, a moment in May was nowhere to be found. Perhaps it was that Black Hole that we all saw pictures of in April. Seems suspicious that an image of a Black Hole shows up in April and then May goes missing. However it happened I’m sorry to have broken what had been a concerted effort towards consistency.

Consistency has been the secret sauce in establishing The Room to Write in my own life and as an organization. Consistency seems to be one of those ingredients that must exist in any effort. It can aid in keeping a mission of any size a bit more predictable and achievable. A schedule can be a very important tool in life. Reliability and consistency cannot be had without some sort of schedule. If you perform a task or work in a career presently that you want to continue to work in—be consistent and reliable about your business. 

While writing this, I think of (strangely enough) McDonald’s. I can’t say this is exactly an endorsement since I can count on only one finger how often I’ve been there in the last few years—but McDonald’s is doing something right to still be in business. There was a time when I could think of nothing more exciting than biting into a Big Mac and fries, but times have changed. With this in mind, I decided to take a quick look at the history of McDonald’s while writing. It seems no coincidence why I thought of their business model when stunned and disappointed at my omission of May in what had otherwise been a reliably consistent blog.

Here’s what I found at the McDonald’s website ( “In 1954, [Ray Kroc] visited a restaurant in San Bernardino, California that had purchased several Multimixers. There he found a small but successful restaurant run by brothers Dick and Mac McDonald, and was stunned by the effectiveness of their operation. The McDonald’s brothers produced a limited menu, concentrating on just a few items – burgers, fries and beverages – which allowed them to focus on quality and quick service.” It went on to say, “Ray Kroc wanted to build a restaurant system that would be famous for providing food of consistently high quality and uniform methods of preparation. He wanted to serve burgers, fries and beverages that tasted just the same in Alaska as they did in Alabama.” 

Well, The Room to Write is no McDonald’s, but there is something to be gleaned from the idea of focusing on a select number of things and doing them in a quality way, consistently. This is quite possibly one of the most difficult challenges in this modern day. Each of us is doing a lot of things, but are we doing them well? Luckily for the blog—summer is approaching. That is when the world slows down for me—just long enough to catch up (if even by just letting it lap around me only to appear lined up where I left off). There is a benefit from trying new things and setting out in new directions. There, too, is a benefit from sitting back to see what worked with an intentional focus on doing what was done well going forward. The trick is that we cannot always discover what we did well until we’ve tried lots and lots of things first. Go figure.

So, here’s to trying new things and grabbing hold of those things that resonate and reverberate within us in a way that gets our attention. Here’s to ignoring what the world is doing around us (or saying we should be doing) for periodic intervals in order to see and hear what we are doing. It’s no easy task to do what we believe to be worthy and in keeping with our character. 

Here’s to consistency, quality and success in whatever it is we set out to do!

Reflections on In-person Connections

posted Apr 9, 2019, 8:20 AM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Apr 9, 2019, 8:37 AM ]

After an event, people want immediate photos, feedback and reflections of what they just experienced. People who attended want to see themselves having a good time. People who were unable to attend want to see what they may have missed out on—or were fortunate to avoid. However, the organizer is often exhausted and sated, still processing and recovering from the exertion that went into connecting others to each other and to the focus of the event.

The Room to Write’s mission was to connect writers and illustrators to each other and to what has been or will be written and illustrated. Two weeks in a row meet and greet events were devoted to the act of connecting people and what they have created or hope to create.

The first week was for adult writers and illustrators. We met at Cedric’s Studio and it felt great to pack over twenty people into a comfortable space on a winter’s eve. No matter how many Meet & Greets we organize, it is still pleasantly surprising to experience such a healthy mix of friendly faces and new faces, published writers and emerging writers, visual artists representing everything from photography to painting, and storytellers from every age and outlook.

The second week event was for youth writers and illustrators. Adults aren’t the only ones who crave creativity and to be surrounded by others who want to talk shop. With sports and science being the big money-makers these days—kids don’t always get a chance to tuck themselves into words or to sit one-on-one with published writers and illustrators who stand as proof that real human beings are behind the creative words and images kids connect with.

A whopping fifty people popped into the Boys & Girls Club of Wakefield on March 28th and thirty-five of them were young people. Thirty-five! How refreshing. The best part is that every parent and grandparent who I have spoken to since that event tells me how their child or grandchild could not stop talking about the experience.

The young people who came out to revel in words and illustration and walked away with a journal and pen as well as a free book, signed by the author were smitten—smitten with storytelling, both the creation of stories and the act of taking them in.

March turned out to be a wonderful celebration of words for old and young alike. It is always inspiring to see how the simplicity of words and endless possibility of creativity can still win the day despite all that beeps, bumps and blurts around us.

Thank you to all the authors and illustrators who joined us, giving so generously of their time on a weekday night: Carol Gordon Ekster, Jannie Ho, Rajani LaRocca, Dianna Sanchez, Laurie Stolarz, Dirk Tiede and Rob Vlock.

Thank you to the Boys & Girls Club of Stoneham and Wakefield, The Savings Bank, Whitelam Books and Follow Your Art Community Studios. Last, but not least, a very special thanks to Jeanne McGonagle for volunteering to help with this event.

If you know a young person who would like to read any of the books given away at the youth event, a copy of each book is being donated to the Beebe Library in Wakefield, along with the second and third volume of Paradigm Shift donated by Dirk Tiede.

If you would like to see more events like this in your community feel welcome to contact us, donate to The Room to Write and help spread the word about words.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!


Eleanor with the Weeping Eye

posted Mar 11, 2019, 7:19 AM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Mar 11, 2019, 7:19 AM ]

As March digs its boots in, I feel the pull to dig back into a writing project. My first project was a YA (Young Adult Fiction) novel. Four people have read it completely on Swoon Reads and offered up much-appreciated encouragement and the focused and actionable feedback I was hoping for. Receiving detailed feedback was my main reason for making it available for people to read on the Swoon Reads platform. If you didn't get to read it yet, please take a look and tell me what you think about LUCY BOUND IN LYRICS. FYI: Kavanagh (with a "k" and no "u":) is my maiden name. 

Here are a few comments from readers who finished the book on Swoon Reads:

Kris wrote, "I’m happy your poetic writing style continued throughout the piece. I also think you’ve captured something very raw and real with Lucy and it was a pleasure to experience her journey of self-exploration! This if one of the most unique coming-of-age stories I’ve read, and Lucy is refreshingly complex."

Cheryl wrote, "I liked so many things about this and hope you keep refining it and move it to publication! I really really loved Lucy!! What a great teen character. She’s strong, she’s smart, she’s literate. I liked the supporting characters, although Lori took some time to grow on me. Not sure if it was intentional or not, but at first I really disliked her. Their initial interaction in the ice cream shop felt a little choppy, and their make up conversation in the parking lot felt too quick of a resolution. But, after that scene, I enjoyed Lori and liked their friendship. I think the family dynamic is great. It has depth, realistic conflict, and the beginnings of some resolution by the end of the book. I like that some relationships do not get resolved all contritely perfectly, but more realistically complicated. As I mentioned previously, some of the back and forth dialogue didn’t flow as naturally as the narrative sections did, especially in the begging of the book. Sometimes, old fashioned words and phrases were used by the teens in the book that I just don’t ever hear real teens saying. I love the time spent on Maya [Angelou] and her works. Wonderful addition to the story!"

Marcia wrote, "I thoroughly enjoyed reading Lucy Bound in Lyrics! There was a steady build of character development and I was totally invested in Lucy's coming-of-age. I wouldn't change a word of the scene where she has the opportunity to read her poem--well done. The timeline is accurate and consistent. 

Similar Stories: This story felt quite unique to me, so I'm unable to think of any others it brought to mind.

Now I feel the pull to start (or continue on) with a new project. It will be MG (Middle Grade Fiction) since my kids are too young for YA, but old enough to be interested in reading what I'm writing--so, I'd love to write something they are able to read. I started this in November thanks to NaNoWriMo and, as you can see, I didn't get far. But, you have to start something before you can ever finish it and so I am giving you a taste of the very first (very short) first chapter of ELEANOR WITH THE WEEPING EYE in hopes that it will help remind me to continue on and write some more and more and more--until that too is finished.

Spring will prevail regardless of winter's last efforts to cast its chill. Here's to tree buds, flower sprouts, new life and completing projects!


The first time I saw Eleanor with the Weeping Eye, I thought she was just plain Eleanor. She sat, barely visible, to the side of the second floor window with a lace, rose-patterned sheer as her translucent shield from the outside world. Only the right side of her face breached the protective cover with its eye perfectly and yet impossibly violet and most definitely dry. In fact, I wouldn’t have seen even that much had the baseball not reached the height of that very window making her startle and sending a waft of air through that rose-patterned sheer. My eyes drawn to that trembling swath of fabric caught her, only for a flash, though, and she was gone while the lace hung limply once again.
        As I turned back to my friends yelling to me from the street, I already started to doubt what it was I had seen in that second-floor window. I had never known a girl to live there and certainly not one with violet eyes. 
        “Did you see that?! There was a girl up there with violet eyes—or at least one. One big violet eye!” I said in a fading, far-off voice that told them I was still looking at her in my imagination. 
        The violet detail was the part that made my friend Vance clench up one half of his face and swat at me with a, “Psst!” while Ian turned away with an, “Ok, sure!” 
        For a moment I doubted myself. 
        “It must have been the reflection of the ball in the window,” Owen said. Len insisted that I was taking them off the subject to distract from the fact that I should have been rounding bases and running home, but had instead stood staring uselessly at a window. I was tagged out before I even made it to first base. Ethan snarled his upper lip and nodded his head.
        “Hey Violet—start concentrating on the game,” Tommy mocked. 
        I shook my head as if to wake myself up. Had I imagined the violet part? I checked the window once more but it was empty and seemed to stare back impatiently as if it was one big eye, urging me to “Get on with it! Go play the game and stop looking at me. Leave me be!”
        And so, I went back to my team, now in the outfield, and tried to keep my eye on the ball. 

. . . to be continued:) 

P.S. If you see me--tell me to finish my MG project. Don't take "No" for an answer. Don't accept "I've been busy." for an excuse! Hold me accountable:)

Tulips & Clockwork

posted Feb 14, 2019, 10:22 AM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Feb 14, 2019, 10:32 AM ]

Not everybody is a fan of Valentine's Day, but I have an affinity for flowers and chocolate, bubbly drinks and poetry. Also, it's a good excuse to tell people I care about that I care about them, that I'm thinking of them, that I appreciate what they're trying to do in life. That means, for me, anybody from kids to teachers to mothers to friends could be the intended target depending on the day, the mood, the time. So, that's how I see today: a good reminder to try to do one or two random acts of kindness to tell someone you are thinking of them.

However, I also still subscribe to the old-fashion notion of romance. In a day and age when "talking" means "dating" I'd be dating everybody if that was the case. I talk a lot. So, I need something a bit bolder when it comes to letting my main squeeze know I love him. Whatever happened to grand romantic gestures?! I think they're still around. Anyway, I LOVE my husband and since my blog is the biggest (and most economical way--hey I'm not a millionaire) to tell him I love him, I thought I would. I love poetry. I love that it makes you dig deep. It makes you distill. It encourages you to share. Share goes!

In this busy world, I decided to sit down, stop everything, and write a poem just for my husband, George. He deserves a custom poem. Happy Valentine's Day, Love.

Disclaimer: If you don't like cheesy, turn away. If you don't like romance, turn away. If you're not a fan of poetry, this is not for you--go watch someone do something ill-advised on YouTube. Consider yourself warned:)

Tulips and Clockwork

Brushing past me—
a whisper.
Without words
not a sound. Stretching
with color
and confident strength.
An example
of how beautiful simple can be
whispering to me
filling me
up and up and away—
from dark and cold and gray.
Nature’s patient wisdom
has won the day.
Lines, clean but believable—arch.
A link
between here and heaven
keeps gears turning,
clasping together,
kissing deeply and then
arms wide letting go
to bide time
turning, churning so very far.
Then, one tic closer,
one toc beyond.
We go—
on and on and around.
Up and down. High and low. Full and empty. Waiting.
For that next whisper to brush beside us.
That next gear to pull us in, and cling desperately.
Even if—
just for a moment.

Cedric's Makes Room for Writers

posted Jan 21, 2019, 12:35 PM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Jan 21, 2019, 1:16 PM ]

Thanks to the Wakefield/Lynnfield Chamber of Commerce Breakfast at Brother's held on the first Thursday of each month and organized by Executive Director John Smolinsky, Colleen Getty of The Room to Write and Ted Dooling of Cedric’s Studio Meeting and Workspace were able to meet each other and discover a great opportunity for the two local initiatives to create a partnership that would benefit writers in and around Wakefield.

The Room to Write, founded in 2016 and receiving nonprofit determination in May of 2018, is steadily developing a solid community centered around the craft of writing. As a small organization The Room to Write is at its best when it partners with others in and around Wakefield. When asked about the vision for The Room to Write Director Colleen Getty explained, “We are working to grow into ‘the’ writing community and resource north of Boston. Without a designated space to call home or work we are limited in fulfilling one of the core components of our mission, which is ‘to provide those who want to write, love to write, and need to write with a quiet, communal and supportive space within which they are able to write.’” She continued, “This latest partnership is another step in the right direction for local writers.”

Since 1992 Boston Computer Scanning, Inc, “Bosscan,” has been providing document scanning and related business services to industries throughout New England. In 2015 Bosscan relocated its offices to Albion Street in Wakefield Center. The new location included a vacant retail space next door. Bosscan Owner Ted Dooling stated, “We decided to search for a use of that space that would utilize our small business experience to benefit the local community. We saw how the Open Workspace environments in Boston, Cambridge, Manhattan and beyond were catering to those in need of a comfortable, productive space to work, or simply to relax, away from home or the office. Many people feel more productive amongst creative and business-minded individuals.” The space, known as Cedric’s Meeting and Workspace, just recently opened for business.

Currently, members of The Room to Write have access to writing space two evenings a week, as well as the third Thursday of each month, thanks to the Boys & Girls Clubs of Stoneham and Wakefield. The Wakefield Club also provides space where The Room to Write’s youth Newspaper Club meets weekly in addition to the Open Studio Writing Workshops available to the homeschool community.

The latest partnership with Cedric’s Meeting and Workspace will make it possible for The Room to Write to offer workspace during the daytime hours and biweekly evening hours at a special discounted rate. Cedric’s is a clean, comfortable, peaceful space to tuck yourself in for a few hours and be productive away from everyday distractions. Writers who would like to take advantage of this partnership must have a membership with The Room to Write. The writers’ discount applies specifically to Cedric’s Megaplan over a six-month trial period.

“As a young nonprofit with limited resources we are grateful for our community partners and collaborators who help us find creative ways to fulfill our mission in supporting writers of all ages, abilities and means.” Getty commented. “This is a win-win for both TRtW and Cedric’s.”

For more information about becoming a member of The Room to Write click here. For more information about Cedric’s Meeting and Workspace, visit or find them on facebook, twitter or Instagram.

Lucy Bound in Lyrics in the New Year

posted Dec 29, 2018, 7:38 AM by Colleen Getty   [ updated Dec 29, 2018, 7:38 AM ]

It's New Year's Resolution time!

Personally--I am hoping to immerse myself in another writing project of the YA or the Middle Grade manuscript variety in the new year. I still have to work out the actual resolution details, but I'm picturing some sort of strict schedule needing to be created and adhered to. My weakness: I'm not big on waking before dawn. Waking up far enough ahead of any one of my four children isn't a sure thing for getting work done, so I'm going to have to get a bit more strategic about other hours of the day. 

I am often asked, "What do you write?" As Director of TRtW, I am focused on--and truly enjoy--helping other writers, but I do actually write and actively send out my manuscripts, too. So, the answer to the "What do you write?" question is, "I have a draft of a YA novel and a couple of picture book manuscripts that I am circulating." 

In return for my efforts, as every writer has experienced, I received a steady stream of form-letter rejections over this past year. After a few of the rejections breaking form to relay to me that while they like the story the narration seems distant, I decided I needed some more detailed feedback, but don't have the money to throw at a professional editor and felt overwhelmed when I wandered onto Good Reads in search of some beta readers. It felt like the Wild West and so I backed out of those slatted, swinging saloon doors slowly and very shortly after I had entered them. And, then I remembered something!

When I attended Agent/Editor Day through SCBWI in 2017 I was introduced to an online platform called Swoon Reads. Since I am hoping to get some concrete feedback and constructive criticism from young adults, I thought it may be a bit less intimidating to start there since the manuscript I completed the first draft of this past January is a 57,000 word Young Adult novel. That means the target audience is ages 15 to 20+. Two weeks ago I uploaded LUCY BOUND IN LYRICS to Swoon Reads.

So, if you know any young adults or regular, old adults who like to read YA--feel free to point them to my manuscript, LUCY BOUND IN LYRICS, and encourage them to offer up some feedback so I can polish it up and publish it. Read Lucy Bound in Lyrics HERE. Here's the prologue to get your started:


C. T. Kavanagh (that's my maiden name:)

Prologue (yes--it's a poem:)

Love shows up in annoyingly ordinary ways. 

We have to really squint and concentrate 
to catch a glimpse of love slipping like sand 
into the crevices of our lives,
trying to hold us solidly in place. 

But, most of us just don't recognize each gritty, glistening grain 
as it drops down among the others, 
collectively forming that poor-excuse-for-a-foundation 
foundation that we all build our lives atop. 

We often miss the moment when a 
single speck of sand settles and 
silently offers its tragically inaudible “I love you.”

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