Come one, come all, and read the moving, funny, and intriguing works of local authors! The 2023 Holiday Booknanza is upon us, from noon to 4PM at the Mesilla Valley Mall on Saturday, December 9th.…
It’s official, the LCW Holiday BookNanza is on! Join LCW’s authors on December 10th from 12-3PM at the Mesilla Valley Mall.
Mark your calendar for Saturday, November 19, from noon to four pm: George Pintar and his faithful sidekick, Chile Charlie, will be at the Mesilla Valley Mall. Pintar will have ten of his latest books available for purchase. George will autograph each book.
George Pintar is a local author who authors stories about famous and near-famous New Mexico characters like Billy the Kid, places like Madrid, and events like The Great American Duck Races in Deming, New Mexico.
These books are fabulous presents for loved ones, friends, or relatives. But, of course, you will want to read it first.…
Don’t forget to join us for the LCW Valentine’s Day book signing event at Good Samaritan Village this Sunday, February 6th, from 2-4PM. All your favorite authors will be there!
Shall I compare thee to an exquisite book?
Though art lovely yet less breviloquent.
Rough prose encountered in my corner nook,
The lines do twist as the river is bent.
Oft the Bard’s cold specter calls out to me,
But he fades before the writing begins;
The words meander like brook, lark, and tree,
Then enjamb in ungrammatical sins;
But for thee, our plot is not complete yet,
Our dénouement remains to be written,
Nor shall your cover fade when showers wet,
And of your voice I am always smitten.
So long as we write, all our hopes do grow,
So long lives you, and all the worlds we know…
LCWG is thrilled to help you and your Valentine celebrate with a book signing:…
From Your Friends at Las Cruces Writers
’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Only the writer was stirring, with keyboard and mouse;
The plots were developed and outlined with care,
In the hopes that inspiration would soon be there;
The characters were diagrammed and what was said,
Had morphed into dialog that prattled along in his head;
And the imagery for the story and all that artistic crap,
Rumbled in his brain before his long winter’s nap,
When down on the page there arose a great natter,
His typing and corrections tried to calm the strange matter.
From his fertile mind the ideas did flash,
But the scenes he created always would clash.
A poem of Christmas, of hope, and snow,
Or a play about New Year’s stolen by a crow?
A miniature world constructed of spore,
Or a space-fairing mouse determined to explore?
The imagery flew in scenes so vivid and wild,
He sipped at a scotch to calm his inner child.
Then came the verbiage in novelistic verisimilitude,
And then waves of editing to calm the cacophonous and rude.
The work expanded and he started to pace,
As the night deepened cold, he saw traces of grace.
He typed and he sipped and he walked and he sang,
His phone was silenced and never once rang.
By dawn he was finished and looked at his work,
Then logged onto TikTok where he perfected his twerk.
A poem about writing on a long Christmas night,…