Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Achievement of the day! 9/4/13
The Boss has started giggling in his sleep. At first I thought he was choking--and I about choked--but then I looked down to see closed eyes and a sweet grin. So cute!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
"Write what you know"
I was in a "group" in high school, which I'm sure most people can relate to. The only difference is that my "group" was an extracurricular club on a mission to eradicate drugs and alcohol. Long story short, we were a bunch of overachieving Straight-Edge teenagers who wanted to save the world.
Adults, of course, loved us and our mission and we were given a grant to tour the state and present assemblies to middle and high schools. Crammed into a giant white van for days on end, you can imagine we became close friends. These were the people I told my hopes and dreams to. They knew me better than anyone else.
Our leader was a lady from the county health department who chaperoned us, coached us, and developed the presentations we were giving. She was an awesome woman, who I still have much respect for, and she was BIG on team building. Each night after dinner, when we were holed up in some seedy motel in the middle of nowhere, she would pull some crazy activity out of her bag of tricks, and we would bond.
One evening, we sat in a circle and each pulled out a page of notebook paper. We were told to put our names at the top and then pass our page to the right. For each page that landed in our laps, we were supposed to write something positive and encouraging about that person.
I still have my piece of paper. There's the usual suspects: "You're so sweet, I hope you never change!" and other syrupy sweet tidbits followed by happy faces. There's one quote, however, that to this day, 14 years later, I have memorized: "If you don't become a writer, I will break your fingers". The girl that wrote this is the single follower of this blog, and I have no doubt in my mind that she will follow through on this threat.
I was sitting at my dead end job last night, Googling "How to become a writer", and reading random blog posts that were full of discouraging, unhelpful advice, when I came across one common theme: Write what you know.
So here I am, Amanda, writing what I know. And hoping for the continued health and well-being of my ten digits. I can't promise this will be an everyday occurrence, but I can promise to try. A writer has got to start somewhere, right?
Adults, of course, loved us and our mission and we were given a grant to tour the state and present assemblies to middle and high schools. Crammed into a giant white van for days on end, you can imagine we became close friends. These were the people I told my hopes and dreams to. They knew me better than anyone else.
Our leader was a lady from the county health department who chaperoned us, coached us, and developed the presentations we were giving. She was an awesome woman, who I still have much respect for, and she was BIG on team building. Each night after dinner, when we were holed up in some seedy motel in the middle of nowhere, she would pull some crazy activity out of her bag of tricks, and we would bond.
One evening, we sat in a circle and each pulled out a page of notebook paper. We were told to put our names at the top and then pass our page to the right. For each page that landed in our laps, we were supposed to write something positive and encouraging about that person.
I still have my piece of paper. There's the usual suspects: "You're so sweet, I hope you never change!" and other syrupy sweet tidbits followed by happy faces. There's one quote, however, that to this day, 14 years later, I have memorized: "If you don't become a writer, I will break your fingers". The girl that wrote this is the single follower of this blog, and I have no doubt in my mind that she will follow through on this threat.
I was sitting at my dead end job last night, Googling "How to become a writer", and reading random blog posts that were full of discouraging, unhelpful advice, when I came across one common theme: Write what you know.
So here I am, Amanda, writing what I know. And hoping for the continued health and well-being of my ten digits. I can't promise this will be an everyday occurrence, but I can promise to try. A writer has got to start somewhere, right?
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