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“Exposed” by Byron Hoot
Exposed Byron Hoot I cannot read certain authors without feeling ashamed. As if all my flaws are exposed. The gift of writing is the double-entendre: what is said, what is…
New (Still Free) Submissions Process
Spring Submissions Starts March 6 Submissions for the Spring 2023 Edition goes from March 6-20 and we hope you'll join in and help us make our 20th issue a special…
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Why Writer’s Block Party
Why I Remain an Active Member of Writer’s Block Party by Rachel Robinson Since graduating from college eleven years ago, I have been involved in four different writer’s groups: including spearheading…
We Love our Members!
We are reaching out this year to share some highlights from this year with The Watershed Journal Literary Group. Thanks to our dedicated volunteers, our talented staff, and, in large…
Review of House Bird by Robert Fillman
review by Karen Weyant Many years ago, I discovered Robert Fillman’s poems in the literary journal Rust+Moth, and I have been following his work ever since. When I finished reading…
Focused Writing Time
by Ann McCauley If we seriously want to write, we need to have tunnel vision to focus on our projects. There is simply no substitute for hard work. And don’t…
Come Fly on Song and Word
by Deborah Sarbin Baz Luhrman’s new film Elvis features the star and his band singing the hymn “I’ll Fly Away” before they begin a performance--apt melding of the sacred and…
Writing Memoirs with Nancy McCabe
I initially started writing my memoir Can This Marriage Be Saved?, about my youthful, ill-advised, ill-fated marriage, to make sense of my life. Sometimes when people asked me what I…
A Few Words About Writing
by Ken Raybuck Watershed Books is a wonderful and magical place located conveniently in downtown Brookville, PA, my hometown. I am not kidding when I say that. It is certainly…
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A Notebook is a Writer’s Best Friend
Michael Dittman On Halloween’s Eve 2018, I watched as workers felled a giant oak across the street from my house. When I moved to this small city outside of Pittsburgh,…