Kid Me Tricks Adult Me
July 27th, 2010
I had this whole great thing started about comparisons and ta-tas and clean houses and Hells Canyon. They go together…actually they don’t, but do check back in tomorrow so I can lead you down the intricate path of my brain as I tie those four things together in a neat little package tied with a big sloppy bow.
In the meantime, I’ve started a new thing. I know, be careful, I’m going all Superwoman on your hiney.
I started another online project. It’s a book blog. It’s cool. If you like books. If you don’t, then go sit in the corner and count to 8 hundred million thousand and then we can be friends again. I used to read. All the time. It got me into a lot of trouble when I was a kid which is totally irrelevant to your life and absolutely central to mine. But not as central as breathing, chocolate, showers and those cute fuzzy little slippers. The thing is, Adult Me doesn’t read that often. Adult Me pretends like she doesn’t have time or doesn’t want to or should be doing something more important.
So I told Adult Me to shove a sock in it and I started a book blog to write about what I read. Sometimes I have to trick myself into doing things I know I like and want to do but have given darty, shifty reasons for avoidance for years. This is Kid Me tricking Adult Me into doing something she’s forgotten how much she loves: The Readin’ Redheads.
Entry Filed under: grown-up-edness, writing
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