2014 Contest | Knoxville Writers’ Guild

2014 Contest | Knoxville Writers' Guild.

Still time to enter. Deadline has been extended to August 15th.

Categories include Creative Nonfiction, Crime/Mystery. Science Fiction/Fantasy, Novel Except, One Act Play, Short Story, Poetry, Romance, Screenwriting, Young Writer’s Fiction Prize, and Young Writer’s Poetry Prize.

Details located at: http://www.knoxvillewritersguild.org/contest

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New words to live by: “law of the inverse square”

It is the second weekend of the month and time again for a new word to live. This is a word or phrase not currently in use in the U.S. English lexicon, but might need to be considered. Other words, such as obsurd, crumpify, subsus, flib, congressed, and others, can be found by clicking on the tags below. This month’s New Word is related to aging and being a parent: law of the inverse square.

Inverse-square law

Inverse-square law

Inverse-square law = In physics, this means the further you stand from an electromagnetic source (For example, light), the less radiation you will receive? That depends on how far from the source you stand. If you stand two feet further back from where you were, you will receive ¼ th the amount. If you stand six feet back, you will receive 1/36th the amount.

An expression that could elicit "the look."

An expression that could elicit “the look.”

Law of the inverse square = the further you get from your childhood in terms of age and maturity (at least to some degree), the more you will start sounding like at least one of your parents. This can be in tone of voice, mannerisms, phrases, and temperament. In this case, the further away in time you travel, the more pronounced these things become. You become the “square” (parent) you promised yourself you wouldn’t be when you grew up, particularly the stern side of your parents. The law giver

For example, as your child grows up and asks the 20th time why something has to be done, you snap back with the same tone and inflection as your father, “Because I said so.”

Or, if you’re a mother, you give your child “the look,” which was the same look your mother gave you.

Training is not required. It happens, in an eerie, secretive, delayed genetic development sort of way.

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Meet Karl Ove Knausgaard, the literary world’s latest hero – ES Magazine – Life & Style – London Evening Standard

Meet Karl Ove Knausgaard, the literary world's latest hero – ES Magazine – Life & Style – London Evening Standard.

Three reasons why you should read this man’s book: It’s the literary sensation of the year, reinventing the autobiographical novel; half his family no longer speaks to him because of it; one reader hated it so much he started a fire in a bookshop in protest. Hermione Eyre travels to Sweden to meet Karl Ove Knausgaard, the reclusive author behind this summer’s must-read.

Ystad, on the south coast of Sweden. Seagulls call; wheatfields stretch inland. Whizzing past on the train, I am on my way to interview the latest Scandinavian sensation, the cult literary hero and international bestseller Karl Ove Knausgaard. My Struggle, his compulsive, self-eviscerating six-volume autobiographical novel, which Zadie Smith famously needs ‘like crack’, was a publishing phenomenon in Norway, unfolding ‘live’, almost in real-time; the English-speaking world is just catching up with the translation of volume three, Boyhood Island. It’s essential summer reading, worth starting with volume one, A Death in the Family, a car-crash confessional told with Proustian poise.

Rest of the article: http://www.standard.co.uk/lifestyle/esmagazine/meet-karl-ove-knausgaard-the-literary-worlds-latest-hero-9626561.html

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Photo finish Friday: “Truth be told”

Bumper stick thought.

Bumper stick thought.

Found in the heart of GOP country. Treason and heresy for sure.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “I am”

The Earth says, “I am.”

Rivers flowing to oceans

Waves echoing now.

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Writing tip Wednesday: “The final selfie”

[Editor’s note: I admit that this is a bit of a stretch in terms of a writing tip. However, writing your own obituary might be you last chance to say something about yourself in the way that is uniquely you. The man below, Kevin McGroarty, did just that, and his obituary became a minor Internet event. I guess you could call it your final selfie.

You could also use the obituary “format” as a way to write obituary for the characters in your novel or short story. You could even have your character(s) write his, her, or their own obituary notice(s). So, read this and I hope you enjoy. I did. And it made me think what I might say about myself. I put together a poem, which I may post at some point.]

Link to obituary and guest book:http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/timesleader/obituary.aspx?n=kevin-j-mcgroarty&pid=171858898&fhid=4786

Kevin J. McGroarty

Kevin J. McGroarty

WEST PITTSTON, PA — McGroarty Achieves Room Temperature!

Kevin J. McGroarty, 53, of West Pittston, died Tuesday, July 22, 2014, after battling a long fight with mediocracy.

Born 1960 in the Nesbitt Hospital, he was the bouncing baby boy of the late Lt. Col. Edward M. McGroarty and Helen Jane (Hudson) McGroarty, whom the New York Times should have noted as extraordinary parents.

He was baptized at St. Cecilia Church, Exeter, which later burned to the ground, attended Butler Street Elementary, which was later torn down, and middle school at 6th Street in Wyoming, now an apartment building.

He enjoyed elaborate practical jokes, over-tipping in restaurants, sushi and Marx Brother’s movies. He led a crusade to promote area midget wrestling, and in his youth was noted for his many unsanctioned daredevil stunts.

He was preceded in death by brother, Airborne Ranger Lt. Michael F. McGroarty, and many beloved pets, Chainsaw, an English Mastiff in Spring 2009, Baron, an Irish Setter in August 1982, Peter Max, a turtle, Summer 1968; along with numerous house flies and bees, but they were only acquaintances.

McGroarty leaves behind no children (that he knows of), but if he did their names would be son, “Almighty Thor” McGroarty; and daughter, “Butter Cup Patchouli.”

McGroarty was a veteran of the advertising industry since 1983. McGroarty was a pioneer in Apple computing, purchasing one of the first in the Wyoming Valley in 1985. He would like to remind his friends: “Please, don’t email me, I’m dead.”

McGroraty was a founding partner of Pyramid Advertising, and finally principal owner of award-winning Rhino Media until 2006. He was also an adjunct instructor at Luzerne County Community College, from 2005-2009.

He will be laid to rest at Mount Olivet Cemetery, section 7N. He asks to please make note of his new address. McGroarty’s headstone reads: “I’ll Be Right Back,” one of his favorite sayings. He leaves this world with few regrets, one being told in grade school, his adult life would see the Hershey candy bar rise in cost to over a dollar. He maintained given the resources and initiative, he would rally the good citizens of the Commonwealth to a revolution that would force that price to its original 35-cent market value, a dream he was not able to fulfill, by his own admission the reason: “I was distracted by many beautiful women.”

In lieu of flowers, friends are asked to please give generously to the Pennsylvania State Police Troop “P” Camp Cadet Fund.

A Mass of Christian Burial will be held at 10 a.m. Monday in St. Cecilia Church of St. Barbara Parish, 1700 Wyoming Ave., Exeter, following a brief rant of how the government screwed up all of the Bugs Bunny cartoons trying to censor violence. This will be presented by his attorney, Bret Zankel, Esq. Friends may call from 9 to 10 a.m. Monday in the church.

McGroarty leaves behind a thought for all to ponder, given years of gathering wisdom from different religions and deep study of the Greek philosophers: “It costs nothing to be nice” and “Never stick a steak knife in an electrical outlet.”

Arrangements by the Metcalfe-Shaver-Kopcza Funeral Home Inc., 504 Wyoming Ave., Wyoming.

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cARtOONSDAY: “bEHIND eVERY gREAT nOVELIST”

Like twists in the plot, so are the days of the novelist.

Like twists in the plot, so are the days of the novelist.

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Monday morning writing joke: “In a jamb”

The house is alarmed.
The window is startled.
And the floor is somewhat taken aback.
All because…
…the door is ajar.

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Are you a book hoarder? There’s a word for that. – LA Times

Are you a book hoarder? There's a word for that. – LA Times.

How many books is too many books? What makes you a book hoarder? What do you do when you have too many?

In Japanese, there’s a word for it: tsundoku. It’s a noun that describes a person who buys books and doesn’t read them, and then lets them pile up on the floor, on shelves, and assorted pieces of furniture.

Read the rest of the article at: http://www.latimes.com/books/jacketcopy/la-et-jc-book-hoarding-tsundoku-20140724-story.html

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Stacey-I-am

Tennessee state Senator Stacey Campfield

Tennessee state Senator Stacey Campfield

I am Stacey.
Stacey I am.

That Stacey-I-am!
That Stacey-I-am!
Do you not like
That Stacey-I-am?

Do you not like
My flavor of ham?

I do not like you
Stacey-I-am
I do not like
Your favor of ham.

Would you like it
Here or there?

I would not like it
Here or there.
I would not like it
Anywhere.
I do not like
Your flavor of ham.
I do not like it,
Stacey-I-am.

Would you like it
In a senate or a house?
Would you like it
With a correct spouse?

I would not like it
In a senate or a house
I would not like it
And neither does my spouse.
I do not like it
Here or there.
I do not like it anywhere.
I do not like your flavor of ham.
I do not like you, Stacey-I-am.

Would you like it
In a box?
Would you like it
On Faux News Fox?

Not in a box.
Not on Faux News Fox.
Not in a senate or a house.
Not with my spouse.
I do not like it here or there.
I do not like it anywhere.
I do not like your flavor of ham.
I do not like you, Stacey-I-am.

Would you? Could you?
In a stadium?
I could wear a mask
And create some mayhem.

I would not, could not
In a stadium.

You may like it.
You will see.
You may like it
On TV!

I would not, could not on TV.
Not in a stadium! You let me be.
I do not like it in a box.
I do not like it on Faux News Fox.
I do not like it in a senate or a house.
I do not like it with a correct spouse.
I do not like it here or there.
I do not like it anywhere.
I do not like your flavor of ham.
I do not like you, Stacey-I-am.

A plane! A plane!
Could you, would you
On a plane?
The monkey can fly while I explain.

Not on a plane! Not in a stadium!
Not in a mask! Stacey, stop the mayhem!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, on Faux News Fox.
I will not and neither will my spouse.
I will not like you in a senate or a house.
I will not like you here or there.
I will not like you anywhere.
I do not like you, Stacey-I-am.

Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?

I would not, could not,
in the dark.
Though from the dark
Is where you hark.

Would you, could you,
on voting day?
We can starve children
And “Don’t Say Gay.”

I would not, could not, on voting day.
Not in the dark. Not in any way,
Not in a stadium, Not on TV.
I do not like you, Stacey, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with my spouse or Faux News Fox.
Not in a plane. Not in a mask.
I do not like you, so don’t ask.
I do not like you here or there.
I do not like you anywhere!

I do not like
Your type of ham.
I do not like you
Stacey-I-am.

So when it comes
Election day
I’ll pull the lever
And send you away.

Stacey Campfield on TV.

Stacey Campfield on TV.

–with apologies to Dr. Seuss. Parody by David E. Booker

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