Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Forget The Shoes. Let's Talk Hands.
Before I reveal which of my statements from yesterday is true, I'm going to give you today's statements. Do you know which one is true? Guess correctly and your name will be entered into a drawing which will take place this weekend. The winner will be announced on Monday. Okay, so here they are: #1. I payed my way through college with money I earned as a hand model for Hallmark Cards. I had no idea that one of the cards my hands appeared on was still in circulation until this past Valentine's Day. I kid you not--my husband bought it for me without having a clue it was my hand. #2. My parents payed my way through college which took over six years and five different schools. I finally graduated but with a degree I no longer use. My parents are about to kill me. Who could blame them? Now it's time to tell you which statement from yesterday is true. Apparently, I'm a much better liar than I thought. Only a handful of you guessed correctly. Yes, friends, I really did win an award for skydiving when I was twelve. I never said I actually jumped out of an airplane. (Although, I would have given the chance.) Here's what happened: In my sleep, I walked off the top bunk at summer camp and landed right on my head. As a joke, my fellow campers bestowed upon me The Skydiving Award. I still have the certificate to this day. There is some truth to the other statement. I am terrified of heights, but I haven't been my whole life, and I've flown several times. I'm not sure when the fear developed, but it does keep me from doing a lot of great things. I don't want this to happen in my writing. I don't want my fears to hold me back. If I do, I might miss out on something really fantastic. I've recently decided that I have a fear of completing my revisions. I think this is why they are taking me so long. Once they're finished, my novel will be put to the test. What if it's still not good enough? I guess what I'm afraid of is finding out that all of my hard work and countless hours of revisions were a waste of time. Well, today, I'm letting go of this fear. I'm making a commitment to finish this darn thing. And who knows? Maybe someday I'll let go of my fear of heights and really jump from an airplane. Do you have any fears in regards to writing? Leave your guess as to which of today's statements is true in the comments. Good luck figuring it out!