I was a cheerleader for Pop Warner Football from the ages of 9 to 13. I was a junior coach/demonstrator for Pop Warner from the ages of 14 to 15. I was a high school varsity football cheerleader and co-captain from the ages of 16 to 17. At a minimum of 10 games a season, doing the math that’s at least 80 football games where I was right there, standing on the sidelines. 8 years of my young life.
And how much do I know about football? Zero. How much do I like it? Less than zero. (Though I like Robert Downey Jr very much, thanks for asking.)
Obviously this is not the weekend to be me.
Having three older brothers, I automatically reject the idea that anything is “just for the boys”. I’m actually the only one of of my girlfriends who doesn’t have an interest. My BFF, who was the only girl star player on her Little League team when I was learning cartwheels, is SO into it. She’s always having football parties and knows all the players and the plays. One of my other best friends is a NE Patriots season ticket holder and never misses a game.
I love going to hockey games, even just being at the ice rink. And I love my Boston Red Sox. Football, though? Not so much.
I am, however, a BIG fan of beer and snacks. So, at least there’s that.
… when you are just about five.
During our latest visit from the Polar Vertex, all I could think about was planning our summer vacation. When it gets this cold and gray, it's difficult to remember what summer even feels like. It's just a lovely, half-imagined daydream, or a really good story someone once told.
Although we have our own place to stay, every time we visit P-town and drive past all these little dollhouse cottages on the beach in North Truro I want to rent one. Or buy one. Or hug one.
I had a free morning, so I took inventory of my saved documents and realized I now have approximately twelve works-in-progress at about 70 to 100K words each. So what did I do? I started another story, of course.
They always say you should write for yourself, just because you love it, and I’ve pretty much lived by that motto for the last ten to fifteen years. But this year will be a little different, as something I wrote was actually accepted for publication. I’ve posted stories before, and received all kinds of lovely feedback and valuable critique … but this is a whole new ballgame.
So, we’ll see how it goes. Perhaps I’ll *still* be the only one reading my stories. And that will be okay. The idea that I could actually reach a wider audience, however, is very exciting to me. Terrifying, but exciting.