I didn’t actually have that many nightmares when I was a kid (supposedly they’re the most common in 5 – 12-year-olds), mostly because I would have daymares. Side note: I just discovered that daymare is a legitimate word.  Continue reading


A Bookish Choice

A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?


So I know what 99% of the writers responding to this will probably say (it’s the first one), but for me, it’s a much harder choice. As a younger human being, I guess I haven’t started being too concerned with the legacy I’ll leave after I’m gone since I’m not planning on being gone for a good long while. What matters to me is the here and the now, and I suspect it’ll be that way for a long time too.

I’ll answer this in a more straightforward way by saying I would definitely choose to be a popular paperback author. While I may not be writing “serious” work that will be picked apart by millions of high schoolers in the distant future, I will have the pleasure of knowing for certain that my work actually meant something. I write to entertain; I always have and I probably always will.  Continue reading

Second Opinion

What are some (or one) of the things about which you usually don’t trust your own judgment, and need someone’s else’s confirmation?

I could easily (and sadly) answer this question in one word: everything. I second-guess myself with almost everything I do. When it comes to learning how to do things, I’m one of those people who needs hands-on experience first before letting me go off on my own. Though I like to think I’m an independent individual, without friends and family I’d be totally screwed.

I know I just talked about my job in the last post, but it’s still relevant, so bear with me. Starting out, I always thought that teaching swimming lessons at the YMCA was surprisingly easy, though I had only been teaching alongside more experienced instructors. That all changed the day I taught my first solo lesson, though. It was one of the trickier classes — pikes. These kids are mostly three-year-olds who will barely speak to you, let alone swim.  Continue reading

Not Lemonade

When life gives you lemons… make something else. Tell us about a time you used an object or resolved a tricky situation in an unorthodox way.

So I am incredibly exhausted after a long day of working in the pool and then swimming around in a lake. To go along with the theme of my day and this late daily prompt, I’ll tell you guys a true work story (I am much to tired too make something up).

When I was first starting out as a swim instructor, handling six to eight children in a class was truly daunting. It only took one screamer or crier to make my day that much more difficult, and I remember my very first class on my own had three screamers. Fun fun fun.

One day, I was teaching an eels class, which is essentially three- to five-year-olds in the big pool who can swim by themselves with a barbell. None of them were happy to be there, which thrilled me, as I’m sure you’ve guessed. There were no screamers, just terrified little children reaching their tiny fingers toward Mommy or Daddy. It made me feel like the evil villain taking them away from their parents, so I decided to be nice and give them all life jackets. Today was going to be all about learning safety. Easy stuff.  Continue reading