That was a really long winded, run on sentence way of sharing that she responded to Untitled Novel.
If you recall, (or go back and read the post if you don’t), her words infuriated me. Over the next few days following the conference, my repulsion, (I thought her words were trite and useless – sorry Jeanie), turned to confusion. Confusion then led to an emotional paralytic state. The state of numbness then then doubled-back and sent a surge of motivation through me, the likes of which I’ve not felt since the “A-ha” moments of 1989, when God told me to go out to lunch with George already, 1997, when I left a full-time job to act, 1999 when I felt called to begin a family, and 2005 when I knew it was time to leave teaching acting classes in favor of exclusively private coaching.
Not even coffee can jolt my system as this event did. Well, coffee does still give me a pleasurable jolt, but not a surprise jolt. I’m pretty used to its effects now. Especially since I’m an addict.
I won’t rehash that post. Here is her response:
Well, first of all, I’ve never been on a blog. Second, I’ve never left a comment. Third, I’d have loved to have you in my English class when I taught high school. Fourth, I want an autographed copy when the book is published. Fifth, I was captivated by your story because you were writing from your heart, what was on your heart and I felt like I was sneaking a peek into what an incredible family you have. Thank you for all you shared..I hope you know that there are days when your words will help me continue when my dreams seem way out there. Love your life and live it out loud! The Jeanie that may have started it all? 🙂
I completely forgot that she used to be an English teacher. How amazing is that? The little Mary Kay peddlin’ writer getting props from the #1 Director and former ENGLISH teacher? Do I really need any more encouragement?
Honestly, I really do think there is something to this Writing and Mary Kay dream.
It’s right around the corner.
That, and some Mary Kay After Sun Replenishing Gel to heal the sunburn I got while playing softball yesterday, the likes of which my sister would have been proud. I did impress my softball playin’ daughter with my hits, slides, and “the roll”.
I tend to get a bit competitive.
Now, if only I could redirect that competitive fire into something for which I have a passion.
Hmmm. What would that be?