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Author: Katie L. Carroll (Page 126 of 142)

Reality TV Show About Writers Called Kill Your Darlings

In addition to all the shows that offer up (often crazy) fame-seekers their 15 minutes, it seems there’s a reality TV show for just about every aspiring professional: singers, dancers (I’m a big fan of SYTYCD), artists, chefs (I’m also a fan of Top Chef), models…just about everything. But I have yet to come across a reality show for writers.

Let’s imagine a show where aspiring writers live together, write together, and compete against each other all with the hopes of winning the grand prize of a six-figure publishing contract. We’ll call it “Kill Your Darlings.”

Here’s what might happen in the first five episodes:

Episode One–Our writers are shown to their compound, which is somewhere in the middle of a remote wood in a large camplike building with cots and no indoor bathrooms or running water, and only one electrical plug. A shouting match ensues over who gets to be first to charge his/her laptop. The kindergarten-teacher-by-day/picture-book-writer-by-night character convinces everyone to draw sticks for the plug. The day ends with the lead instigator of the shouting match, who is an egomaniacal writer with one (indulgent) self-published book to his name, in the outhouse saying, “You don’t mess with me like that. Everyone just better watch their backs when I’m around the plug.”

Episode Two–The obnoxiously beautiful (and probably British) female host blasts an air horn to wake the writers. The first challenge is a 20-minute writing session. The goal is to write as many words as possible of your story. The person with the lowest word count will be eliminated. A woman with an annoyingly high voice throws a fit when her laptop battery dies at the 15-minute mark, and even the pretentious guy who writes only on his old mechanical typewriter beats her word count. The host makes a stabbing gesture with her hand and tells the loser, “I’m sorry, you have been killed.”

Episode Three–The host announces that today’s challenge is to write a personal essay answering the question “Why did I become a writer?” The two hours the contestants have to compose is spliced into a montage with the writers sobbing/writing in inspirational corners of nature and a backdrop of sappy voice overs describing the tragedies that led them to the writing life. The winning essay details how the writer had overcome being raised in an orphanage, a near-death experience in a plane crash, a scare with cancer, and taking care of her sick husband. Three of the five judges were reduced to tears during the judging ceremony.

Episode Four–A side story of a budding relationship between two of the contestants (one of whom is married) is thread into the narrative. Meanwhile, the contestants take part in an intensive writing session in which they are all locked into one small room. There is a lot of hair ruffling, frustrated grunting, nail biting, frantic typing, and self-berating done by all the writers. One contestant spends nearly the entire time staring out the one small window, lost in thought, but still manages to avoid being “killed” because the judges deem the haiku he wrote as “inspired.”

Episode Five–The budding relationship has turned into a full-on showmance with the married writer declaring in her outhouse interview that she is leaving her husband for her new reality-TV soul mate. The contestants are given each other’s writing to review and the show turns into a free-for-all of unnecessarily mean criticism by the critiquers followed illogical justification of their writing choices by the critiquees. Sadly, one of the showmancers is “killed” from the competition.

Well, clearly I could just keep going on and on and on with this. Honestly, it would probably make for better television than 90% of what’s currently on.

Magnetic Poetry: Birthday Party Edition

The party-goers have been at it once again! They were at my house celebrating a certain occasion (I’ll never tell what, but there are some not-so-subtle clues in this post and the actual date of the cause of celebration is July 12th) when they decided to have some fun with the magnetic poetry kit.

Here’s what the fearless poets came up with this time:

  • manipulate explore and burn (possible instructions for covering up crime?…maybe my brain went there because The Godfather is on)
  • puppet confess rhythm howl work too girl pour a s (my little nephew, who turned four earlier this month, came up with this one…it has a certain rhythm to it all right)
  • silent voice time (we could all use a little of this)
  • prostitute s love to create pleasure for naked obedient expose d chicken monkey s (it wouldn’t be magnetic poetry without the good ol’ prostitute and her crazy exploits with the exposed chicken monkey)
  • investigate who vacuum es up beauty (grammar issues aside–it seems all the S’s were already being used–i suspect this somehow involves the crimes committed by the first poet)
  • suck sex (c’mon, you know what comes next…say it with me, “That’s what she said!”)
  • why dance funny like the strange spider with the precious old pickle (why, indeed)
  • imagine every dream be ing sweet (my personal favorite, probably because my dreams tend to be anything but sweet)

Thanks to all who participated in writing this wonderful poetry. I always enjoy sharing your creative creations.

The Ever Morphing, Humorous, Exciting, Dumber? Aspects of the English Language

Seeing as I’m a nerdy writer-type, I find discussions about grammar and language fascinating. The really cool thing about these discussions are that they are so often humorous. I know, you’re thinking, Grammar and language, humorous. No way! But really, just go with me on this (I have amusing examples to back me up).

Take this video about English:

If you didn’t laugh at this, well, I suspect you may lack a pulse. It reminded me of a particular discussion I once had with my brother and hubby about superlatives, in particular the word “dumber.” (And, for the record, my brother and hubby are not dumber than I (or is it me?) because I am not dumb at all!)

Another hilarious blog post about the Alot is over at Hyperbole and a Half. And check out agent Kristin Nelson sharing funny church-bulletin bloopers at Pub Rants.

My personal stance on the English language errs on the side of tradition (except on this blog because I prefer a more conversational tone here, like it’s just you and me, sitting on the hammock on a warm summer day, chatting it up about…well, as my blog description says…whatever), but I’m always open to new interpretations of words, grammar, and style.

That’s why language is so exciting: It’s always evolving, morphing, and adapting to suit current needs. And that means there’s always room for more debate!

The Little Things That Bring Me Joy

Sometimes it’s nice just to think about the little things in life that bring you joy. Here are some of mine:

My favorite tea has a kick-ass name: Black Dragon Pearl (I always want to add “Coming to theaters this summer” after I say it and then do a perfect round-house kick). Plus the tea leaves come packed as balls, which only adds to my amusement.

Thunderstorms never stop being scary/exciting.

When it comes to my indoor co-ed soccer team, the “that’s what she said” joke never gets old…ever!

The spin-cycle on my Scandinavian dryer (maybe we’re somehow related!) sounds like a plane taking off. This one’s a double-edged sword because it can also be annoying…like when I’m trying to watch TV or listen to music, or you know, have a conversation or something…but it’s still pretty cool to have it sound like an airplane is taking off in your laundry room.

When my little niece and nephew say the word “rude,” it sounds like they’re saying “wooed.” And they’re still young enough to always be happy to see me.

My older nephew still likes hanging out with me!

I buy Land O’ Lakes American cheese from the deli and the package is labeled LOL cheese. How could you not smile about that?

I’m always wonderfully surprised at how tasty food is when you grow/pick it yourself.

And this is only a sampling of the little things in my life. It’s interesting how many of them are about food…maybe I’m just hungry. Oh, and in case you were curious, my soccer team won again yesterday (we crushed Danbury 6-1), so we’re in the finals next Saturday.

Watching the 2010 World Cup and Playing Soccer in the Playoffs

As I sit here watching the second game of the 2010 World Cup (Uruguay vs. France), I can’t help but get caught up in all the excitement. I’m a soccer player myself and a sports fan in general (you may remember some of my posts about Yankees baseball).

(That’s me with the ball! Picture taken by Sir Anonymous…the Great Photographer!)

Let’s face it, despite the U.S.’s reluctance to jump on the bandwagon, soccer is truly a world sport. Sure there’s events like the World Series and the Super Bowl that are highly anticipated in some countries, and there’s the Olympics that celebrates sports on a world stage, but there’s no single sport that captivates the world as the World Cup does.

Earlier today, I think a particular clip from the first game of the Cup (host country South Africa vs. Mexico, which ended in a 1-1 tie) sums up what I’m talking about. When South Africa scored in the 55th minute of the game, Desmond Tutu did a little dance to celebrate with the over 84,000 fans in Soccer City. This is a Nobel Prize winner who has spent his life fighting apartheid, and to see him display his pure joy over a goal was a reminder of how sports allow us all, for a minute, to set aside our differences and just revel in the simpleness of a game.

(Here’s Archbishop Tutu busting a move at the FIFA 2010 World Cup Celebration.)

Tomorrow I’ll be participating in my own quest for a championship when my New Haven team takes on Westport in the quarterfinals of the Southern Connecticut Women’s Soccer League. Then I’ll be watching at the U.S. team takes on England.

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