Deadline? There's a Deadline??

If you've been reading Tir na Blog very long, you know that when it comes to writing, I'm an excellent house painter. But that's okay, for two reasons. One, my mom loves me anyway and two, because I can't win the brand new Kansas City Irish Fest Writing Contest. But you, Mr. or Ms. Frost, can take that road I'm not allowed to travel.

But here's the deal. That loud ticking sound you hear is our deadline clock. Unlike our other contests in baking, photographying, and knittering, writing contest entries must be received before the fest opens. And considering we open a week from tomorrow, that doesn't leave much time. Like one day. Yes, Mr. or Ms. McCourt, you'd better get Angela's ash in gear because after tomorrow midnight, no more entries will be accepted.

I tried to help you with this, remember? It shouldn't be that hard with all that awesome word-smithing knowledge I dumped on your asses.

All the details on what to write about, where to send it when you're done, and what great stuff you'll win are to be found here. So do whatever you writer types do to get inspired - I'm pretty sure it involves drinking heavily - and make with the composing. Just hurry, Mr. or Ms. Hemingway. 'Cause that bell is tolling for thee.