5th Fall 2018 Change: Louisiana Words Is Expanding Tremendously through 2018-2019

1. Louisiana Words is now available on Twitter and Instagram with each having its own distinct postings each week. Each platform will at the core post the new weekly "Debuts" and some memorable "Flashbacks." Please help the community and follow us on Twitter and Instagram after reading this post. Twitter & Instagram both will offer "Writer Review." Twitter will also contain "Louisiana Words History" and "Reflections." Instagram will also contain "Words in Pictures" and "Reflections"

2. Louisiana Words: The Series (The Revival) will kick of with the new & much anticipated bi-annual competition, Louisiana Words Allstars in 2019. The Series will pick up monthly after.

3. The First Louisiana Words bi-annual book collection, picked from the entire catalog of contributions, is in the works and will be headlined by the winner or Laureate of the Allstars. The details of the book will be released late in 2019, but we are now preparing the criteria and standards to be published in the book collection.
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4. Louisiana Words will reveal a new logo, podcast, and T-shirt over the course of the Fall!

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