Win Marocharim's Notebook… And Random Stuff Thrown In
I’ll be taking a blog break really soon, because there are a lot of things for me to do (good heavens, I’m sounding like an awfully nice guy). Yet I don’t want to leave you just yet without spreading a bit of Christmas cheer to whoever reads my blog.
As some of you know, I love writing stuff. As a simple way of thanking my loyal readers (if I have them), I’m giving away a notebook.
Yup, a black notebook finished in cool leather and Spanish paper made by Schützen. I’ll also throw in some stuff at random… hmmm, a Marocharim.com T-shirt? A fresh banana? Plushie? Again, what I’m throwing in is completely random.
I know it’s a simple Christmas gift, but I hope that you, my friends and readers, can find it the wonderful gift of expressing yourself through words this Holiday season.
To win a wonderful gift for writing, you’ll have to do something for me.
You’ve known me through the course of this blog, and you probably know that I love haiku. I don’t write haiku or poetry well, but I love to read them. The contest mechanics are as follows:
- Contestants can email me one to three sets of haiku (that’s five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables) about the Christmas season. Anything about Christmas will do. My email address is somewhere on the sidebar. (Updated December 4: it’s at marckronald [at] gmail [dot] com)
- I’ll select the best haiku before December 15, 2009. That’s 10 days before Christmas.
- The winner will be notified by e-mail, and I’m going to send the notebook your way through e-mail. That, plus random stuff I can think of.
The best haiku wins the notebook, plus random stuff thrown in, and I’ll announce the winner on December 15th.
A very advanced
Have a merry Christmas, all
Yes, that’s haiku enough for me.
UPDATE: Just because I’m feeling generous enough to give you something cooler than a Starbucks planner (yes, for all intents and purposes of clarification this is a paper notebook), I’m extending the deadline for entries until… say, Friday. I was drunk as hell last night so I couldn’t sift through them haikus. – Marocharim