Monthly Archives: February 2011

Overcoming fears is my happy thought

So it’s been like ten years since I’ve let anyone read any fiction I write. Personal essays, yes. Literature analyses, yes. Creative writing stays hidden and password protected on my computer.

This semester, though, I’m taking a writing for young readers class. Workshopping is required, meaning I have to read what I wrote aloud and then call on people so they can critique my work. Ack!

In class today, while we were discussing the Hunger Games, I was sweating. I knew it was coming. Today was my day. And then the first person read their work. And then I read mine.

Can I just note that my hair actually is in braids today?

And people actually liked it! And I felt like it was in a genuine “this is actually kind of intriguing” kind of way, not a “this is cute, you should get a day job” kind of way.

Not that I’m planning on making a living from writing, but hooray for conquering fears!

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Surprise food is my happy thought

I am a college student. Beyond that, I’m an RA (read: free meal plan). I’m also trying to save enough money to sublet an apartment this summer, while simultaneously buying YA books all the time to keep up with my job. This means that I eat dining hall food all. the. time.

It gets really tiresome. I even eat it on my lunch break from my internship, because my internship happens to be about three blocks from a dining hall. Lovely.

But today when I walked into the dining hall, trying to convince myself that another lunch of cherry tomatoes, pasta salad, and cantaloupe was what I really, really wanted, I looked up to find magical food had replaced all of the regular fare! It was Innovations Day or something. I had a gyro salad for lunch with a great fruit salad (with STRAWBERRIES in it!) for dessert! Do you know how rarely strawberries show up in dining halls? Happiness.

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Being simultaneously productive and lazy is my happy thought

Best thing about reading being pretty much all I do for homework: I’ve already worked for almost five hours today and I haven’t gotten out of bed. What? You mean the real world isn’t like this, even if I do become an editor?

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Beautiful days in February are my happy thought

It’s going to be 63 degrees and sunny today, and days like today always make me think of Mr. Rogers.

Let’s make the most of this beautiful day!
Since we’re together, we might as well say
Would you be mine? Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?

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Finding a happy thought at the bottom of a very large pile of unhappiness is my happy thought

So today was one big pile of unhappy. Eight hours of sifting through very thick files to find contracts, unstacking and restacking boxes, having said boxes fall on your head when trying to get them off of the top of bookshelves, sneezing nonstop because said boxes full of said files haven’t been opened in up to six years and coming home with hands covered in paper cuts does not a happy thought make.

But then, right as I was almost done and about to leave, it turned out the second to last box of files wasn’t a box of files at all, but a box of YA books! And these were copies of the book that I’ve been told I could have if I could find it, but I couldn’t. But today I did! Worth eight hours of sifting through files and 27 paper cuts? Um, I’m not going to think about it.

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Magical Writing: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

“Look at all these books,” he said.

“There aren’t that many,” I said. It was a small library in a small high school in a small town.

“There are three thousand four hundred and twelve books here,” Gordy said. “I know that because I counted them.”

“Okay, now you’re officially a freak,” I said.

“Yes, it’s a small library. It’s a tiny one. But if you read one of these books a day, it would still take you almost ten years to finish.”

“What’s your point?”

“The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don’t know.”

Wow. That was a huge idea.

Any town, even one as small as Reardan, was a place of mystery. And that meant Wellpinit, that smaller, Indian town, was also a place of mystery.

“Okay, so it’s like each of these books is a mystery. Every book is a mystery. And if you read all the books ever written, it’s like you’ve read one giant mystery. And no matter how much you learn, you just keep on learning there is so much more you need to learn.”

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Because who wouldn’t want two copies of Great Expectations?

Of course I wouldn’t find the lost copy until I’ve already written plenty of notes in the replacement. If I had a Kindle, this wouldn’t be a problem because A) the book would be free, and B) if I lost the book, it would mean I would have lost the Kindle and would have bigger problems on my hands and would forget all about Great Expectations. ┬áKind of like punching someone in the nose to make them forget they have a splinter in their hand.

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