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Well! I finished some books. A lot of Diary of a Wimpy Kid books - so thankful that my son has moved on from Dog Man and that he wants to read books all the way through. His older sister had me read random excerpts, which meant I never knew quite all that was going on!
Hmm, that reminds me of reading bits and pieces of the Bible, or even entire books, versus the whole thing in chronological order. Yes, I know characters and a lot of things, but so much makes new sense when read from start to finish. Just like those Wimpy Kid books.
Yes, I just compared the Bible to Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
Anyway. I also completed Sacred Pathways and Dream Big! I have more work to do with questions and action points at the end of both, but they are technically finished! I’m so excited to be finishing books! I typically dive in to a new book and then dive into another one and then another and rarely go back to finish what I started. It’s so satisfying to know a book is FINISHED!
Speaking of books, I want to write one. Or some. I always have, and I even drafted one and a half very different from each other books back in college, so here I am, announcing my ambition like Bob Goff said to do in his book. I’ve always wanted to write, but yesterday I got an IDEA. For what to actually write about. It’s young adult fiction (not gonna lie, I still love that stuff) and I’m really interested in the story. So, if nothing else, I’ll enjoy myself and slap it on Wattpad. I did great stuff with fan fiction back in high school. Like, it’s really good, for what it is.
I’m excited to have some author friends by now. :)
A woman I work with actually is a YA author and I’ve been working through the six books she’s published with Harper Collins. My book club at school read one of her books and invited her to speak with our group. By the types of questions I kept asking, she finally asked me if I wanted to write, too. Her story was so much like mine: she wanted to write, majored in English, needed to make a living and became an English teacher, had some kids, lost touch with her dreams, and so on. Then at thirty she went for it.
After talking with her, I felt excited to wake up in the morning for the first time in years. That sounds really depressing. And maybe it is. But it’s honest.
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