Hey, I’ve got a book coming out at the end of this month, and time (as the previous IWSG indicates) isn’t freakin’ growing on trees around here.
So why, in the name of all that is holy, am I doing this bit of lunacy? Must be too much sun.
The hosts (at least I didn't create this monumental—emphasis on ‘mental’—time suck) are:
On August 12th, create the titles of three PG-13 blogfests you would never join and then add a descriptive sentence or two.
Look for examples on the blogs of the nutty bunch listed above.