Thanks to a ridiculous amount of snow that fell last week I read it, being cooped up in the house left me with few other options. I did not realize until I was finished that I was reading out of sequence. It didn't matter, the book was awesome and I didn't care that I skipped some installments. I have just about caught up with the missing pieces since.
Anyway, I visited his blog the other day and noticed that he was running a contest to have a character in his new novel named after you. Cool.
The contest? Write a haiku. Now I must confess, I've never attempted one before in my life. I think I'm one of the few writers in existence that has almost no appreciation for poetry. But he laid out the outline for his contest and I decided to participate.
The rules: Seasons not necessary, must be about death by spider monkeys, bad GPS directions, lasers, or spontaneous human combustion.
I must have wrote a hundred. It was so much fun. Here are a few of my rejected attempts:
Many ways to die
For me, the absolute worst
Drunk spider monkeys
The spider monkey
It toys with me in the dark
Then it strikes me dead
I could not fathom
How a tiny beam of light
Would cut me in two
Combustion is great
Inside of a car or truck
But in me, not good
Okay, enough of that, I have a small batch of ones I think are pretty good that I won't share now. The contest lasts through Sunday. I'll stew on them for a few days and whip out my very best.
Wish me luck.
