so i had this idea.
hey--stop laughing! i have good ideas sometimes!!
anyway. today is a super-crazy day for me. I have two finals tomorrow to study for, classes to go to, homework to catch up on, blogs to read, and last-minute Mother's Day shopping to do!!
(btw, just a heads up, Mother's Day is THIS SUNDAY. just in case you forgot. i'm not saying you did...but just in case.)
so i was bemoaning my super-crazy day, and then...it hit me.
sometimes YOU have super-crazy days, too!!!! and maybe they're even crazier than mine!!!!!
*insert shocked face* 'o'
so here's my idea. why don't you tell me about some crazy day you had, only, in the interest of keeping it internet-anonymous, you could tell the story in third person. you can also give everybody code names (like your boyfriend/husband/significant other can be Darcy. and you can be Elizabeth! and anyone annoying can be a Wickham. OR you can pick your own characters, like if you have kids, you could take a Dr. Seuss approach and call them Thing 1 and Thing 2.)
sound good? are you majorly excited??
excellent. i'll go first. (this will not be in third person. i have trouble writing in third person for some reason)
so i (Elizabeth) had been stressing all day about my big night with Darcy.
should i wear my hair up or down?
should i dress casual, flirty, or formal??
should i use the hot pink mascara or the electric blue???
why is getting ready for a date so much harder for the girl than the guy????
it was a difficult afternoon.
when Darcy finally arrived, i was far from ready. my hair wasn't fixed. i had decided to go for a casually flirty look, but my perfect pair of shoes was missing!! half my eyelashes were pink and the other half were blue!!!
but i couldn't keep Darcy waiting, so i wiped off the mascara, pulled on the nearest pair of heels, and ran downstairs.
the night did not improve.
when we reached the restaurant, Darcy came around to my side of the car to open the door. thanks to my distraction, i didn't notice and whacked him with the door as i got out.
during dinner, i got salad stuck in my teeth, spilled water on my blouse, and accidentally snorted pasta when Darcy related an amusing anecdote. (yes, we were eating Italian. i think i also had garlic breath)
needless to say, i was stressed.
sensing my deperation for this humilating night to end, Darcy kindly suggested taking me home early. i agreed .
when we reached my front doorstep, i was sure Darcy was going to turn and run for the hills (or rather, his car). but he didn't. he didn't seem to be at all put off by my embarrasing gracelessness this evening. instead, he was leaning in towards me. i felt a fluttery sensation welling up in my chest as my eyelids drifted closed...
a light flared and the front door swung open. Darcy and i spun guilitly to see Wickham (my tyrannical brother) standing in the doorway.
"Elizabeth! you're back," Wickham said jovially. "thanks, Darcy, for bringing her home safely." the words were loaded with a subtle but clear message: the night was over.
"bye, Darcy," i said hurriedly before Wickham could do any more damage. "i had a...great time tonight."
he smiled, turned slightly so Wickham couldn't see, and winked. then, he was gone.
okay, you caught me. i made this up. but comparing it to my day today sure makes me feel better!
so what do you say? ready to give it a try? you don't even have to use a real story--you're a writer, right? you can make it up, too!
come on, what are you waiting for???