I love a Friday. And I love a theme. So I was thinking, my Friday blogging needs a theme. Other bloggers have already started some: Follow Friday, Friday Funnies, that type of thing. Those are great and are under consideration, but I thought maybe I would look at a few other possibilities.
1.) Nonfiction Friday--I would depart from fiction and do a review of a non-fiction book. Based on what I read, these would probably most often be writing books, cookbooks, anything I've read for story research, or parenting books.
2.) Fictional Crush Friday--Author Gena Showalter does Beefcake Monday where she provides a hot guy pic. This would be similar, except I would feature a character from a book that I think is crushworthy.
3.) Film Friday--This one's pretty self-explanatory.
4.) Face-off Friday--I'll pick some debatable topic in writing or some cardinal rule, give the opposing opinions, then let commenters chime in. (i.e. Adverbs--Maligned or The Devil's spawn)
5.) Feedback Friday--I would ask readers to submit 250-500 word excerpts (or queries or synopses) for public critiquing and feature one each week. There would of course be rules put in place so that people are constructive and not rude. I think this could be helpful not only for the writer, but for us to practice critiquing others. However, this would require you guys to be open to submitting writing excerpts to me.
The Breakfast Club
Claire Standish: So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs.
John Bender: Ah... but to dorks like him, they are. What do you guys do in your club?
Brian Johnson: Well, in physics we... we talk about physics, properties of physics.
John Bender: So it's sorta social, demented and sad, but social. Right?
Garry: Maybe it was a dream, you know, a very weird, bizarre, vivid, erotic, wet, detailed dream. Maybe we have malaria.
Lisa: If you ever get the chance, shower with them. I did. Mmm, it's a mindscrambler.
National Lampoons Vacation
Sixteen Candles (my all-time favorite)
Samantha: Donger's here for five hours, and he's got somebody. I live here my whole life, and I'm like a disease.
The Geek: This information cannot leave this room. Ok? It would devastate my reputation as a dude.
The Geek: Relax, would you? We have seventy dollars and a pair of girls underpants. We're safe as kittens.
[on the phone to the police]
Howard: What was he wearing? Well, uh, let's see, he was wearing a red argyle sweater, and tan trousers, and red shoes... No, he's not retarded.
Have a great Friday! And don't forget to vote. :)