Alex Cavanaugh blogfest! I think just about everybody in the blog world knows Alex. In case you don't, he is the Ninja Captain who has helped so many of us with getting news out about book releases, guest posts, and guest interviews. He's also the founder of the Insecure Writer's Support Group (IWSG). Alex is just a great guy. He leaves positive comments wherever he goes and makes the blogosphere a better place.
This blogfest is the brainchild of Mark "The Madman" Koopman, "Marvelous" Morgan Shamy, Stephen "Breakthrough" Tremp, and David "Kingpin" Powers King. (Nice names, guys!) This is our way of giving back to Alex.
Here's what I have to do: Answer some questions about Alex, and then write a flash fiction piece using the words, "Cavanaugh, Ninja, IWSG, Cosbolt, and Guitar."
1. What does Alex look like? Nobody knows (except his wife) what the captain looks like, but I'm guessing he's a tall, skinny dude with long hair. And he has a guitar permanently hanging off his shoulder.
2. Who could play Alex in a documentary?
Josh has the rocker look, but Keanu might be better for the rocker ninja combo. Aren't they cute? Alex, I bet you're cute, just like them! (What? Are you blushing?)
3. Who does Alex remind you of? Hmmm. Maybe Mother Teresa (male version) because he makes the world a better place!
And now for the Flash Fiction!
The Cosbolt spacecraft skidded to a stop in front of the residence of a powerful German Shepherd named Schultz. The dog sat at attention as the pod door opened. Moments later, a strange figure emmerged. He was dressed in black from head to toe, and he carried with him an unusual object.
The figure slowly approached the regal beast and bowed before him. "I am the Ninja Captain, Alex Cavanaugh."
Schultz cocked his head, waiting for the ninja to continue.
"Your mother is in grave danger. She is an insecure writer and must join the IWSG. I have come to take her there."
Schultz gave a low growl and sprang into action. With lightening speed, he usurped the unusual object with his mighty jowels and bolted.
Seconds later, a petite, brown-haired lady stepped out of the residence. "Schultz, drop it!" The beast obeyed her command. "Crate!" she ordered.
With his tail between his legs, Schultz headed off to the brigg.
The lady retrieved the object and returned it to the ninja. "Sorry about that, Alex. I hope he didn't get too much slobber on your guitar!"
Here's a message for Mrs Cavanaugh: Thanks, Mrs. Cavanaugh, for sharing your husband and putting up with us! You have a great guy!
Alex, you rock! Thanks for all you do!