It’s the end of a journal and the end of the month. Both are very satisfying. The former means I’ll be spending some time reviewing the pages of the last month, the latter means I’M DOING MY FISHBOWL DRAW. If you haven’t emailed me your name and MAILING address yet, do it now. I’ll put your name in my fishbowl along with the other names. I’ll pick out random winners and send those winners random awesomeness.
The prizes thus far:
January’s prize: A chapbook I wrote.
February’s prize: A journal I made.
I made a bunch of journals and had lots of winners. Good times.
March’s prize: I’ve got a few ideas but I’m not telling. All I’ll say is that it must be something that I would be delighted to receive in the mail, so it better be good.
Again email me your name MAILING address. I don’t want to go emailing you to ask for it. That’s just annoying and reflective of an inability to follow directions.
Geesh, her backache is making her cranky!
Ya, the drugs are wearing off.
By the way, if you have already given me your mailing address over the past few months, you’re still in the drawing even if you’ve already won. I just throw all those winners back in the fishbowl. Why? Because it’s my game and I said so. Plus, it’s more fun this way. Don’t you agree?
You’ve got a point. It is more fun. Maybe you’re not so cranky.
Don’t kid yourself. I’m still cranky.