So today, I'm going to give you some insight into Writers.
We're made of awesomesauce. Don't believe me? Feeling less than awesome? Maybe you're wallowing in your freakin' freaker mess of lamesauce and not feelin' the love. Dude, get thee hence. And by hence, I mean here: Do the Write Thing for Nashville.
Writers got the word out. Writers donated. People who work with writers donated. And I have it on good authority -- Facebook -- that over $2000 has already been raised. In one day.
Writers know how to party. Don't believe me? Did you, uh, miss the Awesome on Monday? All those contests and free books and authorly love? Sigh. It was a great party. And I have another one coming very soon. And I've got something else up my sleeve that is going to be so epic I'm going to have to make up a new word for it. I'm taking suggestions for the new epic.
In case you still don't believe me, you should play this game next week. I've never felt so stupid in my life -- and I enjoyed every minute of it. Here's a description of the game: A cross between cribbage, Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, and the New York Times, if the NYT had a scavenger hunt.
If that doesn't make you want to play, maybe you need more awesomesauce.
Writers practice hard. You need proof? I submit the entire month of November. I mean, come on. We go crazy in November. And I bet we could get to like 50,000 words for the week just from the writers that read and comment here. Let's try it, shall we? Leave your weekly word count with your comment. Can we get to 50K?
I'm pretty sure we can. We're like, Michael Phelps or something.
Writers are smart. Who else could come up with the
Yeah, you might not get the creds you deserve from Non-writers. But you'll always get them from me. I think you guys rawk the house!
All the way down.