A few weeks ago, a blogging friend of mine Terri Ledbetter from Pretty Pen and Paper, encouraged me to enter a short-story contest. The story was to be 400 words or less and anthropomorphic (giving life to an inanimate object or animal). I quickly wrote the story, but I was so nervous about submitting it that I sat on it for days and only read it to my 10-year-old step-daughter. I made a few edits through the days, but finally said that I have nothing to lose, took a deep breath and pushed “send”.
I am excited beyond belief to say that I came in first and I am smiling ear to ear (still after ten minutes) that I actually won. In another act of courage, I will share the story with you. (I have never written a story other than those of my own life.)
Here is what Terri posted this morning:
Here is Easter’s anthropomorphic tale;
Oh no, here she goes again. As I stretch out my pristine, white-lined pages for nothing more than the lamenting of how fat she feels; how great this guy is and that guy isn’t; how mad she is at this nasty girl or that mean teacher.
I have dreams too, you know. I have always aspired to be the beginning of a great novel. I want to be a biography about Ghandi. I want.. to be special. Not just another diary in another notebook by another girl who has no further ambition than to write down whatever whimsical thoughts (in no sensible order, I might add), on another meaningless day.
Well, today, at last, there is something positive on my pages. An “A” in creative writing. What? You’re kidding me, right? There has certainly not been any creative writing on these perfect pages!
Perhaps I am her inspiration. Perhaps my dreams have called to her, my pages coaxing her into a good story on that day!
“Dear Diary, Today I got an “A” in creative writing! Oh my gosh! I journal, (as long as nosey Mom and get-oh-of-my-business little brother Jimmy can keep from finding it!) I am so happy! This morning, the hairdryer was all fuzzy-like and made my hair frizzy! Go figure, I gained 3 1/2 pounds since this morning. Gtg. Homework.”
Well! Wasn’t that exciting! Her creative writing skills lasted all of one sentence. Ugh! For years, this is all that I will be. “I’m fat, I’m skinny, he loves me, he hates me, he can’t stand me, OMGosh he looked at me!!”. It can be entertaining, but I can’t wait for her to grow up and write about some flavourful content; what to wear to the opera; reflections on her first day of work; her night at the prom. Oh, but if dreams could come true. Patience surely is a virtue not given to diaries. I will wait.
“Dear Diary”, (sigh) “Today I made a decision. I want to be an author. Really. I mean wouldn’t it be awesome? I mean, I write everyday anyhow. You’re like my best friend; my inspiration…” (Be still my beating heart!) “Oh, Mom’s calling! TTYL!”
I am her inspiration, her best friend! Could a diary be happier? She wants to be an author!