The dog days of summer.
Hot days and brutal nights.
And yet, even more heated competition.
That’s right, traveler, this peculiar thing, this strange event you’ve stumbled across is a special running of the only tournament that matters. WYRM’s Gauntlet is our name, and this is the endurance contest of writing and critique. This is G17.
We ask for no entry fees.
We demand a bushido fighting spirit.
We offer the best indie prizes we can, including cash, free promotion, and the title of Gauntlet Champion.
We don’t know how you will do. But we do know you won’t soon forget this encounter.
Sign-ups are now open here.
As for the author [clears throat], I’m here because I’m ready. The Gauntlet event first ran during the summer months, and what better time to do anything in life than when the clock says right now? Let me tell you what the clock has done for me time and time again. Since the last Gauntlet, I’ve been working on a story, just one. Through ups and downs, it’s been my sole project up until now. What else? I read the great Animal Family by Randall Jarell, and studied some Miyazaki (just for my own betterment). I spent a lot of days deleting fake followers on my Twitter, parting ways with the endless stream of entrepreneurs without products.
And you’ve been busy, too. Reading, writing, working, letting your pen take you wherever your heart desired. But we knew you wouldn’t miss it when this once-per-year storm came to your town.
My name’s Steven, and I’m just kicking things off. Stick around, and meet the rest of my friends, who help keep this ship going.
And I’ll see you in the pit.