It's happened to all of us.
You spend hours, days, weeks preparing for THE EVENT.
You primp and you preen and you rush around making sure everything is absolutely perfect.
And then you wait.
Five minutes go by.
Then twenty.
And before you know you've spent two hours on the couch waiting for someone who is clearly never going to come.
Now that I'm old and married with 3 crazy kids I was under the misguided impression that my days of being stood up were long over.
And then I hosted my first open house.
And no one showed.
And it sucked.
But there's a silver lining. (Isn't there always?)
I get to channel all of this angst into one of our books. Whether it's a huge zit, the perfect song blasting on the radio on a spring day or getting your ass handed to you by the real estate market, every day we get little reminders about what it was like to be 15. Most 32-year-old women probably ignore these adolescent aftershocks, but I'm not most 32-year-old women. One of my favorite shows is MTV's Awkward and I typically have more in common with the nannies at the playground than the moms.
The moral of the story? The next time life gives you lemons, write YA.
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Exactly. Life rarely makes sense, but it often makes for great stories.
That's right, put it all on paper, it will help and the emotions will shine in the writing.
I love it! The next time life gives you lemons, write YA.
LOL, I love Awkward, too. Even got my husband watching it. But yeah, I get those flashes of 15 year old me sometimes, too, when I'm not feeling "cool enough", or when someone lets me down (especially when I'm sure they're going to beforehand, but I get my hopes up anyway.
Just be glad you're not a realtor. ;)
LOL. Great line.
Sorry that happened to you! But I think the real estate market is still a major suckfest.
Your house looks great though.
That last line needs to be on a poster. Brilliant!
My hubs has finally convinced me to bring my laptop into the ICU after sitting in the room day and night for weeks and not writing anything. Agreed, you can channel some MAJOR angst into some MAJAH awesomeness. :)
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