We’re celebrating!

On the east coast and the west coast,


we remember how it all began.

Patty said, Let’s leave out the part that

people skip. (Or was that Elmore Leonard?)


I said, Whatevah.

So, with love to WordPress for five years of fun ~ here’s a blast from the past, our first post, written by Patty/Elmore, lover of wells and water and pumps.

Today we’re starting our blog. For years we’ve sipped great coffee, nibbled tasty treats, talked through the life dramas, and read our writing to each other. Frequently we’ve had a silent partner in all this: Ted Kooser, Jane Yolen, Lary Bloom, Art Plotnik, Anne Lamott. We’ve read their books about writing and let their wise words inspire us. This blog is going to be another silent partner we think, but right now getting going with it is a bit like trying to get clear, cool water from the faucet. We need to run the water for a while to swish out whatever’s been lodging along the old pipes. Sometimes those pipes clank and the water sputters. Sometimes we curse and talk about whether or not the plumbing’s ever going to be right. And then it happens. Luscious, clean, boy-is-this-well-good-or-what water. That’s the way it will be with our fussing with a writing blog. Just keep the tap on we’ve decided. It’ll come.

April 2010


Freya Stark in Jebel Druze

Words We Women Write was born out of, well, unbridled curiosity.

The adventure of uncertainty lured us in. (That, and there was nowhere else we needed to be.)


Now, five years later, we’ve birthed two more ~

Click here for Patty’s middle-grade novel/blog, I AM ISABEL THE STORYTELLER.

Click here for Toni’s poetry blog, mental crumbs ~ in love with carbs and poetry.


Having awesome site stats means never having to wear plastic glasses.

We still fuss with the plumbing. Apple geniuses help us tinker. WordPress Happiness Engineers make the irreversible reversible.


And Readers, you are why we’re still

having a good time, all the time.


Thanks for coming.

Toni 4/6/15




It’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it? 2014 is old news.  But who doesn’t like to recall sweet spots gone by?




Enter: The helper-monkeys.  They compiled a 2014 annual stats report for WWWW. wordpress-love-500x492

Wow. Let’s just say, it’s got glanceability. It put my head in a swivel.


It makes this giglet want to go skoppoloiting across a stage and collect some hoity-toity award. (That’s Old English-speak for a giddy girl who is inclined to frolic and romp at a curious gathering, er, awards ceremony.)

Here’s an excerpt from the WP report:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 22,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 8 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report. ShabbyBlogsAwesomeButton

You’ve heard about the 90-9-1 rule.

Or maybe you haven’t.

It goes like this: 90% of blog readers never make a comment, 9% comment now and then, and 1% comment regularly. That big white empty comment box can be fiercely intimidating for many of us.


But not for Michelle, Ronnie, Sayra, Mary, Patricia S, Chgojohn, Morgan, Sue K, Grace, Sylvia, CindyPRN, Tina, Terri, pscapp, Ray, lvcaron, Nancy, and Art (miss you, hope you’re busy writing me a new book). This bunch always adds fresh ideas to the conversation, says something original, and leads us in a millioni directions. Stand up and take a bow.



Thank you, all you waggish commenters ~ you are, to cut to the chase, pure honey. You’re the sweet spots that made 2014 mouth-gapingly awesome.

Thanks for the memories.

Oh, and that big white empty box?

 It’s for you, Friends.  


Toni 12/30/14  


WP blogger Krista says ~ While there’s no widely accepted length, flash fiction can include six-word stories on up to stories of about 300 words. We know it’s easy to write long. It’s much more difficult to kill your darlings — to write short — hence, the challenge.

I leave my husband on the back porch of the house, the old family homestead buried in layers of paint and secrets. He’s there to help his sister. Her husband has left her for a woman named Charity. And I am driving to the city to sit in the dark and watch Leonardo di Caprio, in old-age makeup, nose into private lives. Life is hard, I think to myself, and drive further into the darkness, the headlights only going so far.