Hey, look! It's one of them things...

I've seen a lot of Blogfests floating about the interwebs amongst fellow writerlies in the past few months (mostly because Mia is addicted to them and joins every single one) and even considered joining a few, but never did. In some cases this was because life got ZOMGWTFAUXBBQSAUCEWENTTOHELLINAHANDBASKETLIKEAZOMBIEINATUTUSINGINGSKIPTOMYLUONTHEFOURTHOFJULYWHILETHECRIMEANWARISFOUGHTINASEWER busy. In most cases, though, it was simply because I do not respond well to prompts. At all. I was once given the assignment to write a story that involved a turtle, and I was so anti-turtle I wrote a 30 page short story that had a very fleeting mention of turtle stew buried in it. So buried, no one even noticed until I pointed it out.

Lately, however, Sarah has been totally non-cooperative and I haven't written a word of fiction since mid-April. It has steadily been driving me up the wall to the point where I just kind of want to hurtle my typewriter, laptop, notepads, and pens into a supernova. Or at the very least an incredibly active volcano. The solution my brain cooked up to this problem was to force Sarah to talk, and I figured a Blogfest ought to do the trick since it's all about writing...except I couldn't think of anything.

The point of this probably long ramble-full intro is that you all have Mia to thank for this one, since she cooked up the idea but didn't want to host it and (sort of) prodded me into hosting duties. So, to shut myself up now, let's get on with the actual details of the blogfest.

Weather Blogfest

This baby is tentatively being set for Saturday, August 14th. May move it to the next day, but probably won't. Anyway the date doesn't matter much. Entries a day or two late are no big deal, just, like, don't add yourself a week or two after the date, y'know?

Some Rules
1. Obviously given the theme/nature of this thing your piece must feature the weather in some way. And I mean feature. It doesn't have to be exclusively about the weather, but no doing to the weather what I did with turtle stew. If you do I will hunt you down with red shells.
2. Like I said, date of entry doesn't matter too much as long as you don't go whoa overboard, but it would be nice if you could sign up by the date.
3. Equally, I don't really care about the length of the entry. I trust you all to have the good sense to not write a piece that's a sentence long or the length of a novel, but really so long as you can strike some sort of middle ground, your word count doesn't matter to me. It's the writing itself I care about.
4. Link back to here because I'm an attention who...I mean, so people can use the handy dandy list to hop around to other entries. Yep, let's roll with that one.
5. Enjoy yourselves (or I will sick Will Munny on you)

At the moment, there are no prizes, folks. I am a poor unemployed teenager. Unless you can find something that will not exceed $2, I have no money with which to finance anything. At present. This may change in the future, so will make effort to notify you peeps. So until then, you guys win the prize of my admiration.

That's all folks. Go out there and have fun.



And just in case anyone hasn't figured it out already, Sarah is my soon-to-be ex Muse. Lately we've been doing nothing but shouting at one another, and it's to the point where I'm going to write Management demanding a new, more cooperative Muse.