G’day! Byron the Quokka here, with comment contest news!
Who ever thought we’d someday have 70,000 comments here? Well, that day is coming soon! We have 69,235 comments now, and that means we have only 765 to go to reach 70,000!
That’s a big milestone, if you ask me–well, if you ask any quokka, not just me. And the winner who posts that big No. 70,000 will get an autographed copy of Lee’s book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. Or, if you don’t mind waiting a few months, you can hold out for a copy of Book No. 13 in the Bell Mountain series, The Wind from Heaven. I wish we could offer a bicycle, or a speedboat, or the deed to the city of Rangoon, but nobody ever listens to me.
It shouldn’t take that long to rack up 765 more comments. Everyone’s eligible, post as many comments as you please–and all comments are eligible unless they’re insulting, or include cuss words, or are just too inane to bother with. And if you’ve won before, you can win again. We don’t mind.
Ahem! The winner of our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest, with Joy to the World by Nat King Cole, is [trumpet fanfare]–
Hey! You! I asked for a drum roll, didn’t I? Look alive up there, willya? Now where was I? Byron, have you seen that piece of paper with the numbers on it? “It’s right there in front of you, boss. Don’t be so nervous.”
Ah. Yes. Our carol contest winner. Y’know, it was a funny thing. The winning entry was posted on the day after the contest opened, got 25 views that day, and no one ever overtook it. I never expected that to happen. I thought the lead would change hands again and again, leading to unbearable suspense and lots of hyperventilating. But the only one who hyperventilated was Byron the Quokka’s Uncle Ulysses, who always hyperventilates around this time of year anyway.
What? What did you kick me for? Who do you think you’re poking? What’s that? “The winner, boss! Who is the winner?”
Didn’t I say? Sorry! Gimme another trumpet fanfare. [Drum roll] (He sighs. There is nothing to be done about it.)
The winner of our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest is… Erlene!
That means you get an autographed copy of His Mercy Endureth Forever, Erlene–or any earlier book in the series (except Bell Mountain, I’ve run out of those), or you can wait for The Wind from Heaven, whenever it gets published: sometime this spring, I expect. Anyway, send me your mailing address and tell me what book you’d like to get–we’ll do the rest at our end.
Thanks, everybody, for playing and enjoying our carol contest. We’ll keep on posting Christmas carols for as long as you want them–and don’t forget the comment contest, which has started already!
It’s way too early to have another comment contest. We have almost 67,000 comments, and the next logical target has to be 70,000. We also have over half a million views, so we’ll have to do something special to mark 1 million views, if we ever get there.
But it’s almost time to start our annual Christmas Carol Contest, which ought to begin the day after Thanksgiving. I’m thinking the prize ought to go to whoever first requests the carol that winds up with the most views–not so easy to keep track of, so we’re open to a better idea, if anybody has one. But I think we should be able to manage it.
Leftid killjoys want to ban Christmas, so let’s show them what we think of that.
To all of you who wrote in yesterday to tell me that you liked His Mercy Endureth Forever, a great big thank you!
I’m actually back to being eager to work on Bell Mountain No. 14, Behold! I can’t do it today because it’s cold and rainy. Somehow I can no longer write fiction indoors. Maybe it’s from being ceaselessly pelted by nuisance phone calls all day. Bear in mind I’m trying to write about a world that exists only in my mind and trying to make it exist in the reader’s mind, too. It’s not as easy as it sounds.
I’m still waiting to find out what it is that my characters are going to behold. I could always change the title, I suppose; but I like to go with the first thing that comes into my head, in case it came from God. And having a title up there from the get-go gives me something to shoot for.
So when the rain stops I’ll be back out there, trying to finish telling the story before it’s so cold that the ink won’t flow from my pen. Yes, that actually happens. Try it sometime. Besides, when it gets under 50 degrees, that’s a distraction.
A guy can go to his friends when he needs encouragement–right? And some of you out there really are my friends.
Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, is, like, totally bombing. Hardly anyone is buying it. And except for Ina’s review on amazon’s UK page, the few reviews I’ve got are along the lines of “Why don’t you stop writing this stuff already?” Yeesh. Is it really that bad?
Oh, but a writer ought to have more confidence! Yeah? I don’t know about others, but every time I go out there with a new book, it’s like the very first time all over again. You expect to get booed off the stage.
Edgar Rice Burroughs got sick of writing Tarzan, and Agatha Christie got sick of writing Hercule Poirot. But they kept writing those series because the readers kept wanting more. I’m not sick of my series, I’m attached to the characters–but my confidence has been shaken.
So tell me, if you can–does anybody like this book?
We’ve just about used up all the hymns that were on the Your Favorite Hymns list, and it’d be very nice to load up the cart again. Don’t ask the same two or three readers to do it all themselves–we want more of you pitching in.
Okay, one thing this blog has taught me is that it’s really, really hard to get most people to participate in anything. Remember the “Bell Mountain Movie Contest”? Everybody wanted to read those posts and comments, but only three or four readers actually played. I had to give it up: can’t have a contest with only four people in it.
There’s no limit to the number of hymns you can ask for. If you’ve got half a dozen of ’em that you’d like to see posted here, I’ll use all half a dozen.
And remember–the devil and his henchmen really hate it when we praise the Lord.
In Christ Alone is on a lot of readers’ lists of favorite hymns; and I’m posting it here because I’ve almost used up the first list of Your Favorite Hymns and I want to invite all readers to come up with another. Don’t be afraid to suggest more than one hymn. It’s not like we’ll ever run out of them.
I know, I know–with anything like this, the pattern always is: a few people act and a lot of people watch. I’d like to see more readers participating, but if I knew how to draw you in, I’d probably be rich and arrogant. So all I can do is hold out the invitation.
Congratulations to Phoebe, who has posted our 65,000th comment and thus won our current comment contest!
Phoebe, you get to pick your prize–either a paddle ball toy, or an autographed copy of my book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. If you pick the fli-back, it’s guaranteed your cat will someday make the little rubber ball disappear. But whatever you choose, please email me your mailing address.
Several readers came close to winning at the last minute–we had kind of a photo finish.
Now, then, if I can ever get this blog’s viewership numbers back to normal, I think we’ll have another contest when we approach 70,000 comments.
In case you missed it in the comments, and just so you know, the Lord heard our prayers and protected our friends, Joshua and Jeremy, and their family, from the typhoon that struck Japan this weekend. Give Him thanks for that!