If you couldn’t tell from my The Words of the Unicorn post, I’m a huge Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland fan.
The Unicorn is a relatively minor character in Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass. He’s only in one scene that’s no more than a few pages long. But he says something quite remarkable to Alice: “If you believe in me, I’ll believe in you. Is that a bargain?”
Do you ever get the feeling that you’ve missed something? That it’s slipping through the cracks to the realm of the forgotten? The abyss of nothingness? And the worst part: you can’t even pinpoint what it is—a Remembrall won’t help here. That feeling is frustrating to no end and sends my anxiety into hyperdrive.
I’m not sure how “fun” this is, but it is a fact: I’m a seriously slow reader, and I mean, like, way below average.
Pretty shocking statement to come from a writer, huh? Wait a sec, aren’t writers supposed to be readers? Yes, and that includes me. I just go at the tortoise’s pace rather than the hare’s.
In October of last year, I was finally ready to query my manuscript. At this point, it had gone through two editors, eleven versions, numerous people in critique groups, and more hours than I care to count. Needless to say, it’s been through the fire but (hopefully) came out in its purest form. And while I wait with bitten fingernails to hear back from agents, project number two must begin… Grab cheeks and queue Macaulay Culkin’s character in Home Alone—AAHHH!!!
“You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it… I never saved anything for the swim back.”
– Vincent Freeman, Gattaca
That’s a powerful moment in the movie, Gattaca. One could argue the most powerful.
I toyed with sharing this fun fact because it is so personal and is surrounded by pain. But like my Boldness in the Face of Anxiety post, I have a feeling I’m not alone. So, if this helps one person, it’s worth any judgement that may come…
It’s not uncommon for a child to dislike their name growing-up and then appreciate it later in life. For me, it was the opposite, so I legally changed it in 2014. No, Amélie is not my birthname. Actually, my given name was fairly common, ordinary, even, but that’s not why I changed it.
I live in central Texas. We’re lucky if we get a dusting of snow every few years. But what we saw this past Sunday was nothing short of amazing.
I put off starting a blog for a long time. One reason is I wondered if I’d be able to keep up with it (we’ll find out soon enough). Another reason is content. Would I have anything worthwhile to say? And even if I do, what if I can’t think of a topic on any given day? Moment of honesty: I actually have that worry every single week.