Contest | Cathy C. Hall Writes

Oh, this contest is too good to wait till Friday! Can you read that first line? It says “Wanted: Top Dog.”

Right there in the middle of my Chico’s catalog, I found this little insert. And if it hadn’t been for the dog bone, I may have skipped it entirely. But I’m a sucker for anything dog-related, so I read the fine print, as it were.

Here’s the deal: Chico’s wants to know why you love your dog. Yeah, it’s that easy. You write about how smitten you are with Spot, how taken you are with Tippy, how enamored you are with um, Enid. Then, take a picture of yourself with your furry friend and email the whole entry to topdog at chicos dot com. But don’t fiddle around too long, ’cause you only have till March 16th, 2009. Oh, and you can get all the fine and furry details here.

And if I were you, I’d think about wearing something chic from Chico’s in the entry picture. In fact, I think I’ll get Sally the crazy dog to wear something from Chico’s, too. Sally looks fab in scarves (when she’s not ripping them to shreds).

Oh, it’s so late. But I guess that’s what last call is, huh?

Quick! Jump over to Donna’s Book Pub and check out Ruth Hartman’s blog post about her book, My Life In Mental Chains. Ruth’s been on a blog tour all month and I think Donna’s post might be the last call on the tour. Her book recounts her struggle with OCD, and she’s generously shared her story about this debilitating disease. But, she’s also talked a little about the writing journey, and today, she discusses Piper Ash, her publisher, and how she came to publish her book in the first place. Ruth’s story is worth the read, whether you’d like to know more about OCD or publishing a chapbook.

Wait! Last call, too, on getting your entry in for my Writer Mama Share the Writing Love Giveaway. So, tell me what you love about writing, NOW, and you’re entered in the contest. Maybe you’ll win! Wheee!

But you’ll have to come back Friday to find out. So, don’t waste your last call, last chance. ( Do you hear that? I think it’s the last chocolate from my Valentine’s candy calling me. Gotta run before the beneficent Mr. Hall hears it, too!)