My mother and I went to the charity book sale at our local library today. They were selling tote bags for $10 and you stuff said tote to the gills with as many books as you can. So for $10 I got 18 books! Score!
Here’s what I snagged (in no particular order):
Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
Fiction: A Longman Pocket Anthology Edited by R.S. Gwynn (a collection of short stories)
Somebody Else’s Daughter by Elizabeth Brundage
Lost & Found by Jacqueline Sheehan
Possession by A.S. Byatt
The Pilot’s Wife by Anita Shreve
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Poetry U.S.A. edited by Paul Molloy (a collection of American Poetry)
Selected Poems of Thomas Hardy edited by John Crowe Ransom
Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
The Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan
Becoming a Writer by Dorothea Brande
The 38 Most Common Fiction Writing Mistakes (And How To Avoid Them) by Jack M. Bickham
Listen to Their Voices (20 Interviews with Women Who Write) Edited by Mickey Pearlman
Love, Loss, and What I Wore by Ilene Beckerman
I’m very excited to start tackling this stack, but I do have a couple of other stacks of books waiting to be read as well, so who knows when I’ll get to them all. I’d really love to hear everyone’s opinion- have you read any of the books on this list? Did you enjoy them?
I’ve been in depression-mode for a while, I’m very sorry that I haven’t been posting any quality writing on the blog. Especially since the site-view spikes I get after I post something very short make me feel guilty that I’ve not provided anything decent for anyone to read in a very long time.
The truth is, sometimes creativity takes work. It’s very difficult (for me) to come up with interesting topics to write about for this blog, especially when I have to create interesting topics to write about for two other blogs now due to work. Personal writing has taken a toll. A very heavy toll. And that makes me very sad.
But. The other day, thinking about what I could possibly talk about that I haven’t already covered, I decided to give my readers a bit more of myself. I’m already a pretty open book, I’m very honest about who I am and what’s going on with me, but I’m usually only inspired to share the crappy stuff. The stuff that keeps me up at night and won’t allow me to move on until I’ve purged it here. Today, I’m not going to do that. I’m going to talk about my other side. The side that is pure awesome.
That’s right. I said pure awesome. Intrigued?
1. I’m awesome because I have a lot of passion for very little things. Like Softlips chapstick- it’s the only kind I’ll use. And Sunkist soda- the best foods and beverages are orange, afterall. And pens- if you haven’t figured out my love of pens yet, what are you still doing here? I love writing with a pen for a couple of hours and then pulling it apart to see how much ink I have left in it. Stupid, yes, I’m aware. But I don’t really care if it’s stupid. I like it.
2. I’m awesome because I’m independent. I’m not always good at being independent, but I try really hard to be. I work three jobs to pay my bills and I know how to change a flat tire on my own and while a man in my life would be nice, I certainly don’t need one. My friends like me single and fully awesome.
3. I’m awesome because I have a great memory for nonsense. I remember silly little stories like the time my friend Ashley made me walk into a tree while playing Ghost in the Graveyard as children- we both laugh whenever I bring that up. I can recall random facts that I read somewhere that really only have a fraction of something to do with the main conversation, but I tell them anyways. My boss asked me once if there was a song I didn’t know the lyrics to, which brings me to number 4.
4. I’m awesome because I love to sing, even if it sounds horrible. I learn the words to songs after only a few listens and I love my long commutes simply because I get to listen to the radio and sing at the top of my lungs while dancing in the driver’s seat and entertaining the other drivers around me.
5. I’m awesome because I genuinely enjoy doing nice things for other people. I love to make home-made ice creams cakes for the staff at work. I go above and beyond for my clients. I give compliments that are deserved and will make someone smile.
6. I’m awesome because I love to laugh. I like watching comedy specials on tv, I laugh aloud to books or movies. I’m not particularly funny myself, but I appreciate someone who is.
7. I’m awesome because I’m pretty realistic. I don’t make plans that are over-the-top or logistically impossible. I don’t expect a white knight on a noble steed to come charging up to rescue me. I know life isn’t always easy and most definitely isn’t fair. I see myself through unclouded lens.
8. I’m awesome because I know my limits. I’m not a good or particularly fun drunk, so I don’t drink a lot and when I do, I drink very little. I’m not good at sports, so I only play them occasionally with family and then usually to made up rules where it doesn’t matter how good you are.
9. I’m awesome because I can type pretty quickly. May not seem like something that’s too awesome, but I love the feeling of my fingers flying over the keys and letters and words suddenly appearing on the screen.
10. I’m awesome because I’m kinda a slob. But an organized one. Kinda. I am pretty messy in private, but at work, everything has a place. I’m super efficient and I know where everything belongs.
So, now, why are you awesome?
An angel of a friend of mine saved my radio interview as an mp3 so I have it now! Unfortunately, I can’t post mp3′s on the blog because I refuse to pay for the ability to post music/videos. Sorry! But if you’d really like to hear it, send me your email and I’ll send it to you.
Have a beautiful day!
Unfortunately, I just realized that the link I had on my previous post with my on-air debut had been re-routed to another clip, presumably from the next week’s show. I apologize to anyone who clicked on it expecting to hear me who was unable to do so. Most unfortunately, I cannot seem to locate my clip now, so I guess neither myself nor anyone else will ever be able to hear me on the radio again. Bummer.
Okay, I admit it, I’m an attention whore. I love it, I crave it. I try really hard not to beg for it, but when there’s a chance to display myself in a way that I think will receive positive attention, I’m all about it.
I sing karaoke every chance I get. I have a decent voice, not amazing or anything, but in a room full of drunk people you’d think I was Kelly Clarkson or someone similar. Hearing the announcer call my name, walking up to the microphone, and waiting for those first few notes, yeah I feel nervous. But almost as soon as I start singing, I just feel happy. And when I put the microphone back on the stand, do my little appreciative wave and nod to the audience, and head back to my seat, I’m elated. On a “yeah, I just kicked ass” high. It’s one of the greatest feelings in the world. Especially if my friends tell me I sounded good!
In high school I did a lot of community theater. My school didn’t have the funds or the interest for a real drama group or musical theater, so I participated in every community production I could find. Sometimes I worked backstage and sometimes onstage. I loved every minute of it. I loved the costumes and scenery and the audience and getting up on stage and feeling the butterflies in my stomach.
This past Friday I had the chance to display myself on another medium- radio! I signed up to be in the studio audience of a local morning radio show and the show’s host always chooses a few people from the audience to talk to on air based on questionnaires we had to fill out before hand. When I was filling out my questionnaire I thought there was no way they’d put me on the air- I’m so boring! But they did! And I think I did a pretty good job. I did sound nervous at the beginning, but it got easier, and they talked to me for a long time- almost 15 minutes.
So I walked into work today (for the ortho) and several of the employees at the dentists’ office where we go four times a month mentioned my fifteen minutes of radio fame! One of our patients had heard me and told her mom, who works for one of the dentists. She called the office and told the receptionist. And a different patient’s mother stopped before leaving and said “Were you the one on the radio?”
I may never be famous for writing or wedding planning or anything else. But I felt almost famous today, and it was kinda cool.