Big Reveal... & More!

Aloha,

I’ve had a lot of fun with a couple of posts this week and wanted to share some updates:

For anyone who followed my Monday post, I won an award and had to share six things about myself. One, however, was a Big Fat Lie… the reveal is below:)

But wait, there's more! Today is the *last* day of my Donald Braswell 200-word inspiration contest, which ends at 11:59 p.m. EST. Please check it out - there are some neat prizes up for grabs – literally!

It’s been a few Fridays since the last episode of YKW… so here’s what happened Thursday:

“You Know When You’re A Parent when… you open the door with a heavy heart after finding another rejection lurking in the mail box. A whirlwind of crayon-carrying kiddos instantly holler for more paper… more paper! You glance down at the 8x11, bright white piece of rejection… and a smile shoves away the sadness as you realize it’s good to be home.

Lillie McFerrin was super kind to give me two awards (the Liebster and the Kreativ, which I will pay these forward this Monday.) In the meantime, the rules state I have to share six things. As the Big Fat Lie was a success, this time I’m including only one real thing – and five Little Whoppers.

Can you guess which is true?

·         I got my first driver’s license when I was 28.

·         Even after fifteen years in the restaurant business, I’m a terrible cook and have been known to burn cold cereal.

·         I once jumped off a bridge into a dry canal thinking that the two old mattresses I placed on top of each other would break my fall.

·         I once replied to an ad for a staff reporter where applicants needed to have both a bachelor’s degree and two years of experience in journalism. I had neither – and still got the job.

·         I met John Grisham while I was a manager working at Planet Hollywood Orlando and broke all the house rules by bothering and asking him when he was going to bring back Mitch McDeere (the MC from his classic The Firm.)

·         I’ve never met Donald Braswell, the former opera singer from Texas whose memoir I am co-writing.

(I’ll reveal the Lonesome Truth Monday.)

And finally, the Big Fat Lie was #2 (that I streaked across the soccer pitch :)

(While I once lived only minutes from Leeds United’s Elland Road ground and did once walk the hallowed grass, I never ran it in my “birthday suit.” (I do thank everyone who offered up mad props if this one had of been true :)

Have a safe, happy weekend everyone and remember: rejection doesn’t kill you – it just makes for darn good coloring paper.