Today Is February 1st. This Means War.

Why, you ask?  Because of this.  Bwa ha!  Bwa ha ha ha!  I am about to unleash my story upon the world!

Seriously, I can’t lose this one. Not only because I don’t want to sing and perform cheesy jazz hands on the Internet, but because I have trash talked myself into a corner.  Mercedes here doesn’t like to eat crow.  So cheer me on, my friends. I read the other Horsemen’s stories and they’re pretty darn sweet.

In other news, my father is in town, so today shall be a whirlwind of excitment.  He’s cleaning our carpets.  We’re going out to eat barbeque. He’s watching the kids so my husband and I can watch Avatar.  Funny what excitement becomes when you’re older.

I have another short story deadline on Saturday, and then I can go back to my regularly scheduled programming.  Which is finishing the current novel (it’s writing itself with absolutely no input from me, thankyouverymuch. Let’s ride this train until it derails, shall we?) and querying the last novel. Oh, except that I still need to beat Matt Betts in the HWA challenge.  And there’s a new challenger named Jamey Stegmaier who I also need to school.  Oh, challenges!  Whatever would I do without thee?

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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