Featured Photo – Kirsten. North Carolina. Reminded me of robots standing in the water. You could swim here too! I did.
Everyone is so nice in the writing community. I want to live in #writingcommunity world where you can walk to the grocery store and see another writer and collaborate as you buy some orange juice and apple cinnamon muffins or something. And everyone understands if you’re having an introvert moment and want to be alone too. We’ll write for a living or do many creative things, lay in hammocks and swim in the ocean… There are Writer’s Retreats I suppose. Or a Zoom call (booo). One day I’ll make a creative community for everyone on a bunch of acres of land, maybe with a lake nearby (I love the outdoors). Then I’ll just be like Oprah and surprise all creatives and say “You get to come! You get to come! You all get to come! YAHH!” Then we all come, and everyone’s so happy, cheers. 🙂
I don’t know, that was just a fantasy I had when asked what I do for a living. My reply: I look at a rectangle for eight hours a day where I find data to put into tiny squares. Haha, I’m kidding, I wish I was brave enough to say that. I just answered with my typical laugh, and smile, mumbled something and changed the subject.
But now you, dear reader, know what I do (said that in my best Lady Whistledown voice).
Thank you again for everyone reading and liking my work. We’re all sharing amazing things just by stringing different words together, it’s incredible and such a big act for all of us to put ourselves out there like that. So, it’s great.
While I resume staring at my rectangle for a little while longer, I’ll leave you with another fun memory of mine:
My Answer: Anytime a Trojan Man commercial came on. The whole living room would get silent when we heard the warrior voice sing: TROJAN MANNN! Then there’d be some strange innuendo where we all knew what the commercial was really saying (and wouldn’t give it a second look if we were watching TV alone) but pretended acts like that didn’t exist. It didn’t help I always blushed in awkward sex mentions around my parents, like you could take one look at me and be like, “Mm hm, I know why she’s smiling.”
My dad would always shake his head at the end of these commercials and say “Oh, Brother” or “Aw, man.” I think he summed up how we all felt. Needless to say, we were very relieved when the Bounty or Corn Pops ads came on after.
As I got older, I realized what channels the Trojan ads came on, usually MTV, and made sure to avoid watching them outside of my room.