August 7th marked the 2nd* anniversary of me as a blogger. UPDATE: I'VE DECIDED TO EXTEND THE DEADLINE UNTIL MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 8TH. Sorry, I lost track of time and didn't notice when the post didn't.! But it's been 431 posts on the typepad blog, 502 on the old blogger site. (Has it really been 933 posts? Gawd, you can't shut me up!)
Anyhow, in honor of this less-than-momentous event, I'm having a contest.
I'm going to keep it simple, which is to say simple for me in the area of judging. You can get as elaborate as you like with your submissions. The judging part, however, is going to be subjective, or I might draw names from a hat if I can't pick a clear favorite. (And knowing all y'all's talent, that's likely the end result).
K.I.S.S. rule applies. Or not. But I want a 150- to 300-word narrative describing a different reality. I want to feel pulled in to that world you describe so hard and so deep I'm deafened and my ears rupture from the power with which I'm forcibly transferred to your fictional world. You can use dialog if you wish, but I would prefer mostly description. The real challenge is to do this with a minimum of dialog and a maximum of exposition--and not be boring. Extra points scored for adding in a character or action that makes me want to know more. (You know, a story beginning, but heavy on the worldbuilding. What one calls a 'scenic' opening.)
Wow me. I love it when you do that. The deadline shall be next Friday, September 5th, 2008, at 6pm.
WINNER receives a signed photographic print of my logo California poppies. (I'd frame it, too, but my experience of shipping art says it's gonna break.)
I also have a couple of RUNNER-UP PRIZES: An Evil Editor mug up for grabs if you can tell me (in 100 words or less) why aardvark is a funny word--or anything else side-splittingly amusing; and a nifty forest green Maine souvenir mug if you can give me something more bizarre than this, yet which is somehow (no matter how vague the degree of separation) Maine themed.
*In a couple of recent comments I got the times confused and said it'd been 3 years. Yeah. I'm getting senile. I forget how old I am sometimes, too.