MOVING

The YA Group blog has a new address.  It is:  

http://lhyag.blogspot.com/


Please join us there as we continue to introduce new works and contests for young writers!

Thanks,
Mrs. :D

TONIGHT

Hey Everyone!

Don't forget about tonight's meeting at Orange Leaf.  Be there at 6:00 ready to share.  Also, I have some information on the heroes journey to share with you.  Bring your friends!  See you there!  Mrs. D

Matt Tracy shares with us his thoughts in "~Piece Of Mind~"

~Piece Of Mind~

It always has to end this way...

Life in transfixed time runs freely, but philosophy stays the same.

The cogs and gears of human existence move in slug as existence itself is unmeasured.

We crush the spider without thinking.
But we should refrain, for our existence pales in comparison to the spiders. 

Just something to think about...

--Matthew Tracy

Back on Track

After an amazing Christmas break, I am back on track with the blog.  I hope everyone else is ready to go too.  The YA Group had an awesome meeting last night at Orange Leaf.  Greyson and Emily read sections of new novels they are in the process of writing.  Meredith and Nick shared ideas for their new books, and new member, Elyse shared her Prose entry to the Thea Foundation with the group.   We discussed the Snowflake strategy for planning a novel and the Heroes Journey.  Contracts for the short stories were turned in to me, and I will be submitting those to Mr. Tommy today.  Hopefully, the editing process will begin soon.  I can't wait for the book!

Kudos and many thanks to the management at Orange Leaf for giving YA Group participants a discount on their wonderfully, magnificent yogurt.  I really love it!

There is a new competition out by Writer's Digest for self-published works, and I know we have at least one member, maybe more who would qualify for this.  Victoria, I hope you enter your self-published book, Torn.  For others, I don't know about, here are the details:

Whether you’re a professional writer, a part-time freelancer or a self-starting student, here’s your chance to enter the premier self-published competition exclusively for self-published books. Writer’s Digest hosts the 22nd annual self-published competition–the Annual Self-Published Book Awards. This self-published competition, co-sponsored by Book Marketing Works, LLC, spotlights today’s self-published works and honors self-published authors.

Early-Bird Deadline: April 1, 2014

What’s in it for you?

• A chance to win $3,000 in cash
• National exposure for your work
• The attention of prospective editors and publishers
• A paid trip to the ever-popular Writer’s Digest Conference!

How to enter: Register and pay online or download a printable entry form. (Early-bird entry fees are $99 for the first entry, and $75 for each additional entry.)

Society of Classical Poets

Poetry Competition

Deadline: 

January 1, 2014

Website: 

 

http://classicalpoets.org

E-mail address: 

 submissions@classicalpoets.org

A prize of $500 is given annually for a group of poems that address one or more of the following themes: beauty, Falun Dafa, great culture, or humor. Poems must incorporate meter and rhyme. Society president Evan Mantyk will judge. Submit three to five poems of up to 50 lines each by January 1, 2014. There is no entry fee. All entries are considered for publication. Visit the website for complete guidelines.

Society of Classical Poets, Poetry Competition, 20 Winnetaska Road, Otisville, NY 10963.

FUN CHRISTMAS PROMPT:

CHRISTMAS POEM PARODY 

Write a Christmas poem parody of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, only write it about an unexpected guest who isn’t Santa.

Send this to me, and I will post your parody!  Ms:D

~~The sickness~~ (Winters Death Pt. 4)

I'm Sick...
I think i might be dying.
My body's numb and my fingers are cold.
I've been coughing all day and night,
and the sickness doesn't seem to be subsiding.

My eyes are sore and my vision is hell.
Do you really think I'll make it through this jail called "life'?
I'm turning to ashes..
or maybe dust, i don't know..
My rings are covered with diabolical emotions, camouflaged by rust.  
I've been stuck here in the malevolent snowy ice land.
I just can't escape, it's like she's holding me down.
and keeping me chained to this lonely bench, with no intentions of letting me leave and join the others in joyful actions.
Her soul binds me to this cold bench, to that malicious tree, to the desirable rose bush. trapped in an endless apocalyptic nightmare. doomed to sit in solitude until she is ready to release the hold she has on me. 
She's like a sickness...  

But one day...
one day i will escape from her cold, vehement touch.
Or die trying.

....The sickness is setting in...

--Matthew Tracy