stephaniemooney

Life is a bus. Time is the driver. One day, somewhere between Here and There, the bus driver was droning on and on about the sites, which we passed too swiftly to get a good look at. "To your left, you'll see Untapped Potential, to your right, Unformed Decisions." Then the bus started up a hill and slowed just enough that I could see the pale blue sky, the bare trees, and the brown grass. Click here to read more.

Happy Monday, everyone! Yeah, so it's Sunday, but there's a reason I'm posting a day early. This week's post is also part of a contest entry. Four teenage girls from Brenda Drake's book club are going to be judging a 35-word pitch and the first 250 words of the manuscript of each contestant. They'll pick three that they would buy in a bookstore, and the winners will receive free critiques from an editor. I couldn't decide what pitch I liked better, so please let me know which you prefer. Click here to read more.

I recently went through all my old photographs, and I had to pause when I came to this one. I was seventeen in this picture. Even though I don't look a whole lot different now, I feel like this was lifetimes ago. At the same time, I can still see myself clearly in that girl in the picture. The beginnings of who I would become — who I'm still becoming — are written in its every detail. Carefree with cut-off jeans, a goofy expression, a hint of whimsy, a severed unicorn head hanging from a stick... Click here to read more.