Welcome to the Cheers, Cavanaugh Blogfest.
Here’s the scoop:
Have you ever attended a holiday party where you bump into the one person who’s always been there for you throughout the last year? You’d want to thank them for being incredibly stellar, right? If there’s one person in the Blogosphere who you would want to say cheers to, who would it be?
For us, it was a no-brainer – Alex “no hyperlink needed” Cavanaugh!
Without being asked, Alex has become a blogging enigma, always helping hundreds of his fellow authors by announcing book releases, hosting guest posts, guest interviews and always leaving positive comments. We can’t have a live party for the Ninja Captain, but we can host a yuletide BlogFest!
Hosted by Mark Koopmans, Morgan Shamy, David Powers King and Stephen Tremp, this blogfest will run from December 10 – 12!
On those days, answer these four questions as creatively as you’d like:
1) What does Alex look like?
I’ve always pictured him as a middle-aged man with a high forehead, a strong jaw line, thick sideburns, a scruffy look because he’s too busy visiting everyone’s blogs to shave regularly, brown hair, and an average height of 5’10 and average build. (So has anyone EVER seen a picture of Alex, or is he all smoke and mirrors?)
2) Who could play Alex in a documentary?
Sean Astin from The Goonies (one of the BEST movies ever! Just the mention of it makes you want to watch it again, right!?)
3) Who does Alex remind you of?
Easily Chuck Norris because he is bad-ass. (Can’t put that without typing a joke: When Chuck was in middle school, his English teacher assigned an essay: “What is courage?” Chuck received an A+ for turning in a blank page with only his name at the top. Hahaha)
4) Flash fiction using the key words Cavanaugh, Ninja, IWSG, Cosbolt, Guitar:
Mrs. Cavanaugh kept her face carefully neutral as the Star Gazer ship landed, returning from another trip to Mars. A middle-aged male shuffled off the ship, head down, wearing all black. A Ninja? She hadn’t seen one of those since they were shipped to the asteroid fifteen years ago for ‘violating the law.’ Who would’ve ever dreamed the day when America included artsy-fartsy things like playing the guitar and writing fiction novels as an act of terrorism. She still visited her husband once every five years, all the government would allow. Those effin’ cosbolts! She pasted a fake smile on her face and studied the man now standing before her. Her eyes met his chest first and immediately she noticed the red IWSG letters faintly engraved in the upper right front of his black uniform.
His mouth enveloped hers, absorbing all questions. Maybe he had stolen the ship, maybe he’d be banished from the planet again any minute now, but none of that mattered. Life seemed to consist of only the reality of their lips meeting. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw the army marching off the ship behind him. She guessed it was probably all seventeen hundred of them, all sent to the asteroid so many moons ago.
“Alex, what on earth are you doing?”
The wide curve of his mouth turned upward in a smile, almost reaching those piercing hazel eyes. “Ready to start a revolution, doll?”
Thank you, Alex, for being our fearless leader!! *holds up coffee mug and shouts Cheers!*