Motherfuck, you guys! I kept checking the Blogathon website to see if it was going to happen this year and there was no info. Nothing. So I gave up. Then an hour ago I was inspired to check once more and oh HELLO it’s happening alright, happening NEXT SATURDAY.
I really want to do it again. I did it in 2006 and 2007 and while it was supremely nerve-wracking and just – WOW -, it was also mildly entertaining and rewarding. So I have one week to get sponsors. Because of the time restraint, I won’t be able to really come up with new creative incentives, so I’ve combined the ones I’ve done in the past.
$10 allows you to give me a word, any word, and I have to use it in a post.
$15 and you can have me take a photo of Henry doing stuff. (He’ll probably flat out refuse anything pornographic, just a heads up on that, ya’ll.)
$20 gives you all of the previously mentioned (wow, what a deal) and a 5×7 original painting on canvas board by my own hand.
$25 and you can dump an mp3 CD in this treasure trove of incentives
$30 and I will sing and record a song of your choice, which I will post on my journal, providing you a soundtrack for when you throw my painting in the trash
The charity I’ve chosen is my beloved To Write Love On Her Arms. Full proceeds to go to them. I get nothing but sleep deprivation, a slightly snapped psyche, and the satisfaction of doin’ right, you guys.
Now, it goes like this. You sponsor me. Any amount you want. $5. A hundred $5s. If you can’t go the monetary route, you can support me by leaving encouraging/needling/smarmy comments on my blog. Show up at my house with frozen yogurt, cocaine and dynamite. Draw a picture of me ruling over the entire Internet with the body of a pregnant mermaid.
And then, on Saturday July 25th, starting at goddamn 9am, I will start blogging. For twenty four grueling hours in an un-air conditioned house. One post, every THIRTY MINUTES. For those of you who failed math, that is a LOT of goddamn writing, and you better bet your bloody corn cob that those posts will be riddled with typos because look at the REGULAR ones I write. Shit.
To sponsor me, bless your heart, click on the banner below. Nothing is due until Blogathon is over, provided I follow through and get it done without screw ups. And even then, they give you a grace period to fulfill your pledge.
Pass it on, pass it on good and hard. If you see this more than once, my apologies, but some heavy-duty cross-posting is in order since I only have ONE WEEK.
Thank you for your time in this srs matter.
***Past Blogathons to prove that this is NO JOKE***:
(P.S. For those of you that subscribe to my blog, I’ll find a way to turn off notifications for that day so your inbox doesn’t get raped with Oh Honestly Erin emails.)
(P.P.S Henry said he’s leaving town.)