Here are 21 reasons why I write. There is a very large picture of me on the page, which I do not like, because I do not like pictures of me, in addition to not liking compliments (see #17), but maybe I should say what I like. I like that Stymie Magazine invited me to make this list. I like the bio, especially the part where I say I was never nominated for a Pushcart. If I were nominated, it would not be in my bio. I have been nominated for things and been a finalist or runner up and other things. I won one writing thing I can think of. And that's not in my bio. If I win a Pushcart, I will include it in my bio. I promise.
Some people said some nice things about Shut Up/Look Pretty. I will link them here and you can read them if you want. Some other people said some mixed things about Shut Up/Look Pretty I will not link those here, though Googling is your prerogative. Some people like the book. Nobody hates it as far as I know. One day, I will have my own book and I will know what people think. Meanwhile, here are some links:
People You Know By Heart
This Blog Will Change Your Life
Even though I am not good with compliments, I am grateful. I will never stop being amazed that people read things I write. I don't ever want to stop being amazed. I feel every single thing I write. I don't always want to, but I can't help it. It's just how it is and maybe it makes me the writer I am or the person I am or the chicken or the egg or who cares what made what because it is right up there with the very best things in my life. I say things like that. I am so not cool. I never will be.
I've been eating a lot of cucumbers lately. I love the smell of cucumbers. They taste good, too. I bought two pairs of shoes today. They are both way cute.
That shoe on the right makes my foot look huge. It's not. Here's a weird thing about me. As I have gotten older, my feet have shrunk. There are other weird things, but I need to go to sleep now. I'll tell you some more next time. I'll try not to stay away so long.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
My family was getting together next weekend. I was getting ready for getting together with my family. Or not getting together with my family. I pretended I had not decided. I'm pretty sure I had, just not which way. So, what happened is, there is apparently only one person suitable to dog-sit in the D.C. area, and that person has had a medical emergency. So, a trip to California has been cancelled. So a grandfather/father who was supposed to start treatment for damage caused by radiation treatments for prostate cancer put off those new treatments so he could see the family coming to California, where everyone else lives. There was an email saying so. There was no "reply all" response saying what I really, really wish is what everyone else is thinking, which is ... seriously?
Posted by Lauren Becker at 3:25 AM