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LeNore Stumpf is scheduled to be one of the speakers at the 2006 state convention of Kansas Authors Club. Her subject will be "How to write a column for a regional newspaper." Her weekly humor column, FLIP SIDE, ran in two regional newspapers for 18 years.
The convention is an annual event and will be Sept. 29 to Oct. 1 at the Marriot in Junction City, KS. About 100 Kansas writers are expected to attend. At the KAC convention in 2005, Stumpf's book, LIFE, I THINK, IS LIKE A WATERMELON, won the J. Donald Coffin award for the best book published by a KAC member for the year. It is available from the author at cactuspatches1@juno.com. Stumpf's books can be viewed at www.publishedauthors.net/lenorestumpf
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LeNore Stumpf, member of KAC District 4 and an Axtell, KS resident, was
guest speaker for the creative writing class at Hayden High School (Topeka KS)
Nov. 17. The author displayed her three published books, Wise and Otherwise, Branded With Love, and Life, I Think, Is Like A Watermelon, and told students about the writing and
publishing process. She encouraged students to explore writing and
publishing opportunities and gave them tips on how to find them.
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LeNore Stumpf (cactuspatches1@juno.com) started reading, memorizing and writing poetry in her pre-teens. In later years she published about 200 poems in a variety of newspapers and magazines. Her first book was a privately-published volume of humorous poems, called "WISE AND OTHERWISE." It includes the following:
Out Of Bounds
He turns on the TV.
He says to me "Shoo!"
The National Anthem
Begins right on cue.
And there goes the kickoff,
And there goes his team,
And there I go also
Beginning to steam.
I head for the kitchen.
I cuss the TV
And those who play football
Plus all those who see.
The players are busy
And he's busy too,
With snacks at his elbow
And his favorite brew.
The world could stop turning
And he'd never know it
Unless they called time
For a newscast to show it.
I say, "Football's boring."
I say, "Football's dumb."
I wonder why Saturday
Bothers to come.
He seems not to hear me.
He seems not to feel.
I pinch my own arm
Just to see if I'm real.
He seems not to see me.
He'd notice, I'll bet,
If I happened to walk
Between him and the set.
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