It’s a Write-Off!

In this corner, we have Miss Murder. Three kids, a laptop, and deadlines cracking a whip above her.


In this corner, we have Robert J Duperre, the fastest writer I have come to know. Who will win?

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I tried to find an evil-looking picture of Robby D, but he’s just too darn adorable. It didn’t happen.

The Terms:

First one to write 90,000 words wins. It can on any project. No time limit, just word count.

The Winner Gets:

Bragging rights and 90,000 words closer to completing their projects. They also get to laugh because

The Loser Gets:

To draw on a glitter beard, take a picture, and use it as an avatar for one month.

That’s right. A beautiful, beautiful, glitter beard. Hey, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Our write-off begins on Monday, December 7, and continues until one of us curls up and dies of exhaustion!

Or wins. Whatevs.

Who are you voting for? Who do you want to see in a beard? The challenge is on!


The Gauntlet, My Dears, Was Thrown. (Wild Laughter)

I received the best phone call yesterday from my friend Robert Duperre. Robby D. started the phone call with wild laughter and the words, “I challenge you!” This, naturally, caught my attention.

Robby D. proposes this: we’ll both finish our novels by April 1st. He has 75,000 words to rewrite and about 25,000 new words to write. I have about 45,000 words to rewrite and 35,000 new words to write, not to mention two short stories and an essay to submit in the next four weeks. This makes us fair, methinks.

Oh, but it gets better. “There has to be a price!” Robby D. hissed. “There has to be a consequence!” He came prepared with one. And it’s terrible. I refuse to lose simply because there ain’t no way I’m doing this!

The loser has to sing two minutes of what could possibly be the worst song ever, Britney Spears’ “Womanizer” while accompanied by our significant other on bongos. This will be recorded and ran on the winner’s blog.

“What if we both complete it?” I say. Because I’m no quitter, and neither is Robby D. In fact, if there’s a person alive who can possibly out-write me, it’s him.

“Then we both have to do it.”

So there you go. April 1st. And when I win, I hope that Robby D. glues sparkles to his body a la Britney as he performs. That would be awesome.

The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse Go Head To Head

See this pretty girl?  Her name is Harley, but we call her War.  I’m going to kick her butt, and then she’s going to wear stripper shoes and sing Rent’s “Out Tonight.”  I’ll post it here on my blog.  You’re welcome. Follow her on Twitter.  She says delightfully salacious things and we snicker a lot. I absolutely adore this beauty.

See this pretty boy?  His name is Don, but we call him Famine.  He is going to sing “Everything’s Alright” from Jesus Christ Superstar, complete with Jazz Hands.  He, too, will posted on my blog.  Follow him on Twitter. He’s friendly but he’ll also smack you with a wooden sword as soon as look at you.

See this other pretty boy? His name is Jason, but we call him Pestilence.  I’m going to kick his butt and he’ll sing…oh, I don’t know.  Something from the Magnetic Fields, and I’ll post it on my blog. Follow him on Twitter. He says the most calmly beautiful things. Sometimes his words make my heart hurt in a good way.

I am Mercedes, but they call me Death.  And I instigated another challenge.  (Yeah, yeah, I still need to sing a song about how awesome K.M. Walton is. This month, hopefully!) But that has nothing to do with this particular challenge. Which I shall win!  Go Team Mercedes!! Woo!

The challenge? We’ll each be writing a story based on the theme “The first contact of two species with a mutual attraction betwixt them.” The theme was dreamed up by Boudreau Freret, a delightful member of the Twitterverse who volunteered to help us.  We’ll write our stories and on February 1st, we’ll send them out to SFWA approved markets. The first one published is declared the winner, and the other three horsemen have to video their musical numbers, which will then run on the winner’s blog.  Sweet sweet sweet, I tell you. 

I certainly hope that I’m not one of the singers.

You know what would be extra sweet?  If my story has a horror slant and pushes me closer to the HWA challenge.  Ho, ho, Matt Betts, I still have my eye on you! 

Anybody interested in a future challenge, hmm?  😉

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