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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.
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.
Story Time!
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.
A Letter to the Past
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.
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