Sally Apokedak’s Christmas Carol Writing Contest
Sally Apokedak’s Christmas Carol Writing Contest
This is my entry for Sally Apokedak’s Christmas Carol Writing Contest
Tune: Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Jolly Ms. sweet Apokedak,
Lean your ear this way;
Don’t you want a manuscript
to brighten up your day?
A miracle is coming soon;
Now you dear, wo-man, (This line would sound better if you WERE a man!)
Whisper what I need to do;
Tell me if you can.
I’m writing rhyme on napkins,
and I don’t give a “bleep!”
I’m fully caffeinated
because I never sleep.
My ending words that rhyme,
will glisten like the snow.
The three or more syllables;
Beguiling and apropos.
Angie wants an agent;
Angela wants a deal;
Ang wants a picture book,
Alliteration, “Squeeeeal!”
As for me, my groveling
looks desperate at best.
PLEASE CHOOSE MINE, (uhem) dear Sally Claus,
Or…what you think is best.
Christmas Mission
This is is my entry for Susanna Leonard Hill’s Holiday Mishap Writing Contest.
Susannahill.blogspot.com/
Christmas Mission
by Angie Karcher
This Christmas adventure had danger and thrill.
We chose to accept it,as most brave kids will.
Our mission, to light the fur tree in our yard,
though risky and perilous, really, quite hard.
We wore Santa hats, decked with bells and white fur,
in case we got lost, they would hear where we were.
An old pair of gloves caused a very big fight.
He got the left glove and then I got the right.
The lights were thrown over the top branch with ease.
This was expert tree lighting tree expertise.
The blink-twinkling lights were strung around the tree.
We sang Christmas carols, my brother and me.
This tree expedition was going as planned.
Then…the lights, they got stuck. Things got way out of hand.
I ascended the tree with danger in sight.
Now…my boot was stuck too, wedged in nice and tight.
This pose wasn’t good, I just had to admit.
My legs, they were stretched in a very fine split!
My brother, he giggled and turned shades of blue.
Meanwhile, I just dangled there caught by my shoe.
When, all of a sudden, the panic hit me.
I realized, “Oh No, I have got to go pee!”
The way I was standing was not good I’m told,
‘cause this made it difficult, tricky to hold.
I tried, without luck, to hold back the rain.
The whistle’s a blowin’ and here comes the train!
The more that I laughed, the more that it rained down.
My boot, it filled up, like a wet, flooded town.
Those boots I had worn were for keeping out rain.
But someone forgot they should put in a drain!
By the time my mom saw the look on my face,
I was a poinsettia, just shoved in a vase.
My petals were wilted when they helped me down.
The train…it was gone now, way past this damp town.
Have you ever worn a chilled boot filled with pee?
Don’t ever attempt it! It happened to me!
True story.
Grammar Groove Contest
Grammar Groove Contest and Course
Have you lost your groove?
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Hero’s Art Journey Class has made me FIERCE!
I am ending a 5 week art course on Friday with Mira Reisberg and Maya Gonzalez called Hero’s Art Journey. For nearly 5 weeks, we have been studying, listening, watching webinars and creating art. The one thing not listed in the description for the class was the bonding that would take place with the other class participants and our instructors.
Daily, we create then post our work for everyone in the class to view and comment. I have no art background. I am a writer. So, I had nothing at all to lose and never compared myself to the well established artists in the class. It is a wonderful mixture of beginner and professional artists.
Maya kept telling us that everyone is an artist. We have learned to believe her. We post the art, many comment with kind words, encouragement and cheering, from this strange new world called facebook. Our group has become close. We are friends who have never met but trust each other with our art. We paint and draw about our own insecurities but share and grow with others we will probably never meet.
Our first assignment was to do a self-portrait…talk about diving into the deep end! I sketched and erased and sketched and erased until finally…I just drew it. I hadn’t bought my actual art supplies for the class yet so I was using a child’s art kit given to my daughter many years ago. I drew myself in old oil pastels with an outline of Crayola for good measure. I stared at it. Put it away. Pulled it out and stared at it again and then took a picture with my ipad and posted it to the class facebook page. I was secretly kind of proud of my drawing. It didn’t really look like me but she had a certain flair, you know, something about the gal in the portrait was brave . It was obviously done with less than professional materials by a less than professional artist and was out there for all to critique. CRINGE
Soon, there were many nice comments about the eyes, the detail, the colors etc. Everyone was so kind and generous with complements that made me want to draw more self-portraits. I hadn’t done art since grade school so what in the blank was I doing here? Anyway, one of the artists commented that my drawing was fierce. I was stopped in my tracks by her comment. Fierce…had never thought of myself as fierce. I kind of like that word but didn’t really know how it applied to my drawing.
As this course has gone on, I would definitely describe myself as fierce. I have jumped in and tried sketching, collage, water color painting, pastels, mixed media, and digital art. I have recently signed my daughter and I up for private art classes and can’t wait until our next class. Am I an artist…yes. Do I have a long way to go before I will be illustrating picture books…yes.
The art has brought out a side of my creativity that was resting, hiding in the shadows and waiting to be dusted off and brought into the light. My writing is thriving because of this class and I am finding a part of myself that I never knew existed.
Are you fierce? Take an art class and find out! Grrrrrrrr…
Angie
Angie Karcher-Artist in Training
SCBWI Huh?
In the fall of 2001, I was a stay-at-home-mom to 4 children ages 6, 4, 3 and 6 months old. As a former kindergarten teacher, I had tons of books and loved to read to my children. Most of my day was spent changing diapers, cooking, cleaning, and chasing children. I rarely found time to myself, but we had just gotten the Internet and I was anxious to dial-up and surf the net.
One evening, the stars were aligned and all my kiddos were sleeping! Ahhhhh! I started writing short stories and poetry for my kids. I found chat rooms (when that was the BIG thing) for writers. I watched and learned. I noticed a poetry contest one group was having for October. They wanted scary poems. The winner could have a web page for a whole month. I wrote something about blood and screams and terror…it was about having a tooth pulled without pain meds. I won! I learned that day to keep people guessing and write the unexpected.
The next day, high on my little poetry contest win, I dared to search for other writers. Over and over I saw SCBWI but no one bothered to explain the acronym. I finally landed on the SCBWI , Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, website.
I read and learned and searched…I found and clicked a button that said conferences. It was so awesome…groups of writers for children all over the world! They met in London, Sydney, New York, Los Angeles, Terre Haute, Indiana….Yes, 2 hours away from my house, a group of like-minded writers was preparing to convene at Indiana State University. (Ironically, my oldest daughter is a student there now!
It was fate! It was miraculous! IT WAS A SIGN FROM THE WRITING GODS! It was in 7 days! Oh blankity-blank!
I got busy, booked myself a hotel, registered for the two day conference, and my husband rented me a red Mustang to drive, as he needed the minivan!
Off I went on my first writing adventure, my first solo hotel stay…it was Aaawwwweeesome! I had full charge of the remote and the whole king sized bed. Bliss!
I dressed like a writer. I wore a long skirt, heels, a cardigan sweater and a scarf..I was scared out of my mind, but I looked the part. I carried a shiny, new briefcase full of my typed stories that I was so proud of…they were my treasures and I was going to share them with the world!
It was such a great weekend! I listened, learned and even shared a story at the open mike event.
That Sunday, driving home, I knew this was in my future. Writing was in my veins. I was a writer.
There have been ups and downs with my journey and now, 12 years later, I continue to attend SCBWI Conferences. I have met wonderful, inspiring authors, editors and agents. I’m at a different stage of my journey, but still learning.
I leave in 2 days for a SCBWI conference near Nashville, TN. I’m as anxious today as I was that first time. I have ditched the heels and go for the more casual hippie artist/author look…comfort and layers are the key to a happy writing day. I’m looking forward to meeting and greeting and talking writing…and, I still get full charge of the remote and the whole king sized bed all to myself because…I’m a writer! BLISS!
Revimo 2014
Check out this link for Revimo 2014 hosted by Meg Miller!
http://megmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2013/09/help-spread-word-about-revimo-and-win.html











