Ok so I had written a super lame post about how I epicly failed at writing this week. Seriously I wrote a paragraph. But between the plague living in my nose and now my lungs, a 425 page book I need to teach (it's a pretty awesome book and I've never taught a book that I WANTED to read before), and Plants Verses Zombies, I've been busy.
Frankly next week doesn't look like it's going to be any better.
But then I saw this:
SHANNON MESSANGER COMMENTED ON MY BLOG!!! AND SHE'S FOLLOWING IT! WHAT?!? HUH?!? SERIOUSLY.... DOES SHE KNOW HOW AWESOME SHE IS? WHAT IS SHE DOING READING MY BADLY EDITED RANTS AND RAVES?...
Her blog is amazing! It's sweet and honest and funny AND she personally writes back to every comment... how does she have time to do that? My working theory, she has a time machine and she's not sharing it.
And I"m not just saying all that because she runs a give away for MG books every month.
oh my god, what if she just read that I wrote that I think she's awesome. Now she knows! Now she must think I'm a totally fan girl stalker. Crap.
It's not like I'm going to sniff her hair or anything. You can't sniff hair via internet, it's doesn't have a smell... it's just smells like my desk, wood and forgotten lemonade and that weird metallic smell from my mac.
Crap what if she read that too.
But wait did you see the second comment? Elena Johnson! This chick has like a billion and a half followers and has a new book coming out and is pretty much made out of awesome instead of water and goo on the inside.
Shannon and Elena created a little thing called writeoncon, the highlight of my summer!!!
AND THEN KRISTEN HUBBARD,--- SHE'S THE ONE WHO WROTE THE BOOK WHO INSPIRED THE ROAD TRIP. OH MY BLARG... I CAN'T EVEN SPEAK IN REAL WORDS.
Here's the thing, these women did it. They wrote books, they found an agent, their books will be on the shelves very soon. They gave me hope.
Today I was talking to my media specialist during the Book Fair (Yay it's Book Fair Time!) She pointed out to all the books that surrounded us and said, "Aren't you grateful for all the people who took the time to write the book for us to read."
Yes. Yes I am.
I just died.