I'm a mammal, and I respond to rewards. My treadmill stands in front of a bookshelf for a reason; I think of it like the rabbit at the greyhound track. While I ran on the treadmill this evening (or rather, walked briskly), I was looking at the Joyce Carol Oates shelf and a few of the titles made their own sentence.
DO WITH ME WHAT YOU WILL, BLACK WATER ZOMBIE BEASTS!!
Yup. So there's a little distraction for you tomorrow. Make up a sentence using only titles from the same author, then come post it here. No rewards for you though - that comes later. Like... possibly in the summer?
And with that effortless segue I announce that in June I'll be having a contest! If you're not familiar with flash fiction... make thyself familiar. I'll post more soon regarding details about the contest and my own examples of flash. Don't misinterpret that last bit.
And guess what else? I'm declaring July WoCoMoMo. You don't know what that means? Well, there's a good reason. I flat made it up. We all know that November is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), but who writes in November? "Not I, " said this cat.
So July is Word Count Motivational Month - here on this blog, anyway. You'll be competing against me to see how much of a word vomit you've got in you (or out of you). But be warned - I'm a prolific cat :)
Details about both contests will be forthcoming when I figure out what they are.
Rewards will be announced when I figure out what I can afford. I was going to give away a lock of my hair but I thought, "Huh, that's kind of creepy."
On another note - in the past two weeks I lost four pounds, an inch on each thigh and each upper arm, but gained an inch and a half on my middle. Stupid middle, I deny your existence.