Tell me in the comments why February is the best month of the year. If you disagree with this statement (and I actually do), here's your chance to show your debate or fiction prowess and convince me otherwise.
Winner wins something, either a book or a two-page critique on the blog, your choice.
You can have TWO entries if you make your pitch for February in a comment and post about the contest on Twitter; put a link to your tweet in the comments section.
Contest is open till I close the comments, which will probably be on Monday the 25th.
So, whatcha got?
7 comments:
Ah, February. The month of love. But more than Valentine's Day, which can be pretty rotten for people if they don't have a special someone to share it with. The whole earth falls in love with the returning warmth of spring and summer. It's a month of renewal, when the sun starts to come back, when the first hints of life start to peak through the drab browns and grays of winter. Even though the snows can fall and the wind blows cold and furious, there's an inkling of hope that change is just around the calendar corner.
February is the best month of the year because of it's lovely diversity. Down here in Texas, the weather is perfect; 70-80 degrees with surprisingly low humidity most of the time. But if I felt like seeing snow, I could just hop on a plane and go to New York and spend some time with my friend Jayme while enjoying weather I rarely see down here in the South. February also has two of the best holidays: Valentine's Day, when my husband bribes me with gifts and romance in order to receive an extra year of home-cooked meals and general happiness; and Pancake Day, which is celebrated in the best and most calorie-filled way possible. February also comes with a sense of anticipation that allows us to appreciate Spring all the more when it finally arrives. Without February, Spring would be just another season.
February is the best AND worst month because it is short. Looking at the calendar in February is always an occasion to exclaim, "Good grief, it's almost March!"
Ah February.
How can one not love the 75% discount on candy after the 14th passes? And if you're in the East coast. There's the harsh winter weather mixed in with days of warmth and sunshine that throws off your immune system and gets you sick. But there's something about the shortest month of the year that makes everyone notice it, dispite it's small stature and bad rep for single awareness day. It's sly and small and sneaky. And that's why February is the best month.
This is such a tall order! Especially with all the comments about spring. February in Michigan is NOT spring. In fact it's just about smack dab in the middle of winter. But there are some good things. I think February is a good time to be a writer. Bear with me ;)
NaNoWriMo- Over. And hopefully it finds you with a nice fat chunk of story which should be fleshed out and edited by February, so now you're on to the fun part- sending out those queries! ( No, this is not sarcasm. Querying is exciting. Its sitting back listening to the crickets afterward that's hard ;)
Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, and all those "black" days that follow -FINALLY over. At last- peace on earth. Now we don't have to interrupt our precious WRITING time for annoying things like cooking, shopping, eating, or family. Whew!
It's still TOO cold, and snowy, and nasty, and...cold to do anything outside, save the ocassional run to the sledding hill. No day-long mountain biking excursions any time soon. Sorry hubby (but not too sorry- I'll be at the computer if you need me...)
For everyone who has survived February in the past (presumably anyone reading this), the knowledge that February was named after an ancient Roman purification ritual should surprise no one. After all, there is no month like February when it comes to testing one's character.
These tests take many forms, beginning with the screaming pile of bills from Christmas. Inanimate and yet still saying so much, these bills provide a wonderful excuse to ignore the income tax paperwork lying on your counter. The weather also offers many opportunities. Whether it's the snow plow who promptly re-fills your driveway after you've shoveled or the furnace repairman who can't come for another five days, the chances to embrace your inner Yogi are endless! (And hey, you DID just resolve to lose twenty pounds this year, so hop to it!)
Of course, the greatest challenges in February come from family. By the seventeenth snow-related school closing, when your daughter is bo-o-ored with her new 'Dora' videos (the ones you memorized the day after Christmas) and your son demands to 'go to Disneyworld like Bobby's family!', you can cheerfully improve your math by tallying the minutes until they'll be at college. And when your husband refuses to help carry in the groceries because 'Canadian men are genetically mandated to watch hockey', you not only get to test your patience, you get lots of extra exercise!
The survival of February is a celebration. It proves I am the master of my own domain, or at the very least the master of my own impulses (disproving what my mother said about me thirty Februaries ago back when I put my Barbies in the oven 'to see what would happen'). And in three days I will smile at my adoring family and hold my head high, serene in the knowledge that I'll almost certainly allow them all to live another year. Huzzah!
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