Today's Friday vlog features my husband and our friend attempting the "Gilroy's $500 Pizza Challenge," where they have to eat a 28" pizza in the span of 30 minutes. Do they succeed? Watch to find out!
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Dec 16, 2011
Nov 4, 2011
friday vlog: taking it back to high school
So on Wednesday I got to go back to my old high school and talk to the juniors and seniors of the Creative Writing major about my recent successes. This is how I felt afterward. (Note: The audio is out of sync. I have tried to fix it, but it spites me, even after four separate uploads. Just pretend my face isn't there.)
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 14, 2011
friday vlog: in which i whine about writer's block
Warning: Part of today's vlog is a pity party. Proceed at your own risk.
Also, I will be on blogcation for the first part of next week due to the fact that husband and I are going to Savannah for a few days. I'll see you guys on Wednesday!!
Also, I will be on blogcation for the first part of next week due to the fact that husband and I are going to Savannah for a few days. I'll see you guys on Wednesday!!
Oct 7, 2011
friday vlog: beware of the lizard invaders
I discuss the book I've been perusing through for the sake of research. People believe some crazy things. What kind of crazy things, you ask? Watch the video to find out!
Sep 30, 2011
friday vlog: why it takes 18+ months to publish a book.
In this video I explain why it will be over a year and a half before my novel is released. I also kill fruit flies with my lightning ninja reflexes.
Sep 7, 2011
oh to be a child once more
Although I've only been out of college for two years (feels like ages longer, sadly), I've actually held down work in the same type of job throughout most of it. Early childhood education. Much of this is complete irony, as I swore up and down that I would never EVER be a teacher (despite my pursuit of a degree in English). This is why I did not pursue the education track at my university. Husband and I decided to move to South Korea, where we could travel and earn a good deal of money. Sadly, the only jobs there we were qualified for was teaching English. I relinquished my vows of teaching chastity for the sake of seeing the world.
Little did I expect I might actually enjoy it. I taught 5 year old boys who, while crazy and wild, are also some of the most imaginative creatures you will ever meet.
I am now back in America and filling my mornings as a preschool teacher. This involves watching 2 year old boys for four hours every morning. I love it. There's something about being around children that's so freeing. You being to remember what it was like to have a boundless imagination. Something can turn into anything. The tile floor becomes and ocean or a boiling pit of lava. Chairs become full blown pirate ships and tables are islands you swim to in order to bury your treasure (plastic food cans).
And I realized this morning, while I was donning a tiny pirate jacket and pink glitter, faery wings, that I needed to be more like them. Much like these children I watch, I too have to immerse myself in a world of imagination every day. In order to write a novel with a convincing world and convincing characters, I have to trust in the power of make-believe. That's really what writing is. Grown-up make believe. With poetic turns of phrase and cool plot lines. We can't afford to lose our imaginations. I think a lot of people do. They sit and wonder why children are so fascinated with sticks and running around in circles in the mud. I like to think that I haven't lost this magic all of the way. I don't fool myself. I know my active imagination isn't quite as wild or strange as it was when I was a wee one (see example below). But I want to think that my younger imaginings were so bizarre that I carried some semblance of originality into my adulthood (which I'm still in slight denial about).
So, writers, want good ideas for stories? Hang out with kids and try to wedge your way into their imagination time. It's refreshing. And it helps you remember how much your brain can flex.
In my effort to revive my childhood imagination, I decided to read back through an essay I wrote in third grade. Do enjoy.
Little did I expect I might actually enjoy it. I taught 5 year old boys who, while crazy and wild, are also some of the most imaginative creatures you will ever meet.
I am now back in America and filling my mornings as a preschool teacher. This involves watching 2 year old boys for four hours every morning. I love it. There's something about being around children that's so freeing. You being to remember what it was like to have a boundless imagination. Something can turn into anything. The tile floor becomes and ocean or a boiling pit of lava. Chairs become full blown pirate ships and tables are islands you swim to in order to bury your treasure (plastic food cans).
And I realized this morning, while I was donning a tiny pirate jacket and pink glitter, faery wings, that I needed to be more like them. Much like these children I watch, I too have to immerse myself in a world of imagination every day. In order to write a novel with a convincing world and convincing characters, I have to trust in the power of make-believe. That's really what writing is. Grown-up make believe. With poetic turns of phrase and cool plot lines. We can't afford to lose our imaginations. I think a lot of people do. They sit and wonder why children are so fascinated with sticks and running around in circles in the mud. I like to think that I haven't lost this magic all of the way. I don't fool myself. I know my active imagination isn't quite as wild or strange as it was when I was a wee one (see example below). But I want to think that my younger imaginings were so bizarre that I carried some semblance of originality into my adulthood (which I'm still in slight denial about).
So, writers, want good ideas for stories? Hang out with kids and try to wedge your way into their imagination time. It's refreshing. And it helps you remember how much your brain can flex.
In my effort to revive my childhood imagination, I decided to read back through an essay I wrote in third grade. Do enjoy.
Aug 26, 2011
friday vlog: hurricane irene, no news and more yallfest
Unexpected three day weekend? Yes, please!
8/26 Disclaimer: I do not mean to downplay Irene or her nastiness. My hopes and prayers are with the north as it goes through this storm.
Aug 12, 2011
in which i vlog about news, yallfest and sweet tea
Here's the link to Yallfest. Grammatically I suppose it should be Y'allfest. But we'll let that slide.
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