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They're the best thing in the world, particularly the one I chose! ;)
Haha, I always like to tell my parents that I chose them. They just like to shake their heads and say, "Oh that Stephanie of ours."
Seriously, my mom is always there to listen when I'm frustrated. Sometimes, I'm like, "Mom, you don't understand," and then she'll say something that makes it all right. It surprises me--so she does understand. I guess that's just the magical stuff moms are made of.
She wanted to see what I wrote yesterday. After reading, she said the most perfect thing to me. I told her that I didn't think it was a beginning, that something didn't feel right about it. Then she said the perfect thing that made it clear; it was just the thing I needed to hear, to unlock myself from the grips of doubt.
I feel a little freer now. Thanks mom!
Times like these make me wonder if I could be a mom too. If I feel this way, I can only imagine how it must be for her.
Haha, I always like to tell my parents that I chose them. They just like to shake their heads and say, "Oh that Stephanie of ours."
Seriously, my mom is always there to listen when I'm frustrated. Sometimes, I'm like, "Mom, you don't understand," and then she'll say something that makes it all right. It surprises me--so she does understand. I guess that's just the magical stuff moms are made of.
She wanted to see what I wrote yesterday. After reading, she said the most perfect thing to me. I told her that I didn't think it was a beginning, that something didn't feel right about it. Then she said the perfect thing that made it clear; it was just the thing I needed to hear, to unlock myself from the grips of doubt.
I feel a little freer now. Thanks mom!
Times like these make me wonder if I could be a mom too. If I feel this way, I can only imagine how it must be for her.
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External validation is a mean beast - sometimes you just have to write for the little girl inside of you and SCREW the public meanies who would never understand.
Also, a dear friend of mine frequently reminds me that writers are in the business of POLISHING TURDS - we turn dross into gold and all that - of course we produce the dross first after all, no dross, no gold... :)
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Right now, I'm trying to coax her out of bed with the promise of french toast and other sweet things she likes.
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