Story Time at The Dragon
Or...I have to explain the boat now
This post has nothing to do with Choices Meant for Gods or marketing, but you might find some nifty writing exercise in it if you look closely. Dad's comment about the boat in yesterday's birthday messages has raised some eyebrows. Yes, as a five-year-old, I decided I was going to become financially fit when I got older (misguided child) and buy my dad a houseboat. I was so set on this idea that I had an incident in first grade that disrupted the plan that really upset me. And here's that little story:
My friend Jill Six and I (yeah, how do we store these details yet require a special basket for the car keys by the front door?) were playing on the see-saw (teeter-totter for ya'll from the north) at school when, lo and behold, I fell off or she jumped off or something happened that caused the blessed thing to pop up and hit me on the chin. Pow. It knocked one of my baby teeth out of my head. Blood everywhere. Chaos in the streets. Cats and dogs living together.
I was sobbing. But the reason I was sobbing was not that it hurt. I was over the pain quickly. No, my six-year-old mind had reasoned pretty darn quickly that the tooth had gone flying into the gravel (and back then the playgrounds still had gravel because if you fell and hurt yourself, no one got sued, you just learned not to fall and hurt yourself again -- life lessons and all) and I wasn't going to find said tooth to place under my pillow for the tooth fairy. Those teeth were worth a buck a piece! That was all I had to sell toward the houseboat fund.
Yeah, I was a messed-up little kid.
So here I am bleeding profusely all over the gravel, on my hands and knees, searching for a tooth, sobbing like an idiot, while Jill is freaking out yelling for the playground monitor... It must have looked terrible. Poor teachers. But they got my crying self to the nurse's office and called my mom (we lived directly across the street from the school - how unhealthy is that for a child's psyche?) and finally figured out why I was so upset. The teachers probably thought my parents were pretty weird.
The cool ending to the story is this: The tooth fairy is resourceful and she totally found the tooth on her own (they must glow or something once they get out of kid's mouth), and she left me a dollar under my pillow anyway. Now wasn't that great of her?
Now, I would be remiss, and Dorothy Thompson of www.pumpupyouronlinebookpromotion.blogspot.com would chastise me greatly, if I didn't let you know that you can read 428 pages of my writing by getting your very own copy of Choices Meant for Gods at http://www.amazon.com/Choices-Meant-Gods-Sandy-Lender/dp/1595071652/ref=dp_return_1/104-9089752-5140754?ie=UTF8&n=283155&s=books&qid=1175821346&sr=8-1. I highly recommend it, but you don't have to take my word for it. There are testimonials posted at http://sandylender.blogspot.com and at that Amazon link I just gave you! Enjoy!
Tags: Choices Meant for Gods, writing, tooth fairy
Or...I have to explain the boat now
This post has nothing to do with Choices Meant for Gods or marketing, but you might find some nifty writing exercise in it if you look closely. Dad's comment about the boat in yesterday's birthday messages has raised some eyebrows. Yes, as a five-year-old, I decided I was going to become financially fit when I got older (misguided child) and buy my dad a houseboat. I was so set on this idea that I had an incident in first grade that disrupted the plan that really upset me. And here's that little story:
My friend Jill Six and I (yeah, how do we store these details yet require a special basket for the car keys by the front door?) were playing on the see-saw (teeter-totter for ya'll from the north) at school when, lo and behold, I fell off or she jumped off or something happened that caused the blessed thing to pop up and hit me on the chin. Pow. It knocked one of my baby teeth out of my head. Blood everywhere. Chaos in the streets. Cats and dogs living together.
I was sobbing. But the reason I was sobbing was not that it hurt. I was over the pain quickly. No, my six-year-old mind had reasoned pretty darn quickly that the tooth had gone flying into the gravel (and back then the playgrounds still had gravel because if you fell and hurt yourself, no one got sued, you just learned not to fall and hurt yourself again -- life lessons and all) and I wasn't going to find said tooth to place under my pillow for the tooth fairy. Those teeth were worth a buck a piece! That was all I had to sell toward the houseboat fund.
Yeah, I was a messed-up little kid.
So here I am bleeding profusely all over the gravel, on my hands and knees, searching for a tooth, sobbing like an idiot, while Jill is freaking out yelling for the playground monitor... It must have looked terrible. Poor teachers. But they got my crying self to the nurse's office and called my mom (we lived directly across the street from the school - how unhealthy is that for a child's psyche?) and finally figured out why I was so upset. The teachers probably thought my parents were pretty weird.
The cool ending to the story is this: The tooth fairy is resourceful and she totally found the tooth on her own (they must glow or something once they get out of kid's mouth), and she left me a dollar under my pillow anyway. Now wasn't that great of her?
Now, I would be remiss, and Dorothy Thompson of www.pumpupyouronlinebookpromotion.blogspot.com would chastise me greatly, if I didn't let you know that you can read 428 pages of my writing by getting your very own copy of Choices Meant for Gods at http://www.amazon.com/Choices-Meant-Gods-Sandy-Lender/dp/1595071652/ref=dp_return_1/104-9089752-5140754?ie=UTF8&n=283155&s=books&qid=1175821346&sr=8-1. I highly recommend it, but you don't have to take my word for it. There are testimonials posted at http://sandylender.blogspot.com and at that Amazon link I just gave you! Enjoy!
Tags: Choices Meant for Gods, writing, tooth fairy
Labels: Choices Meant for Gods, tooth fairy, writing tips
posted by Sandy Lender | 6:10 AM
5 Comments:
LOL, you done good, girlfriend, you done good. And yes I know done is supposed to be did but I think it expresses the point stronger for some incredibly insane and idiotic reason. BTW, did you ever buy him that houseboat with all those dollars saved up over the years? *grin*
Really enjoyed the post, Sandy, because it gives me a glimpse into a bestselling author's childhood and I loved it!
Dorothy,
I'm laughing. What? Did I ever buy the houseboat!? I'm losing my home to foreclosure! Probably next month... I'm continuing to laugh so I don't break down and cry, actually...
Nope, no houseboat yet. But hope springs eternal, and if I do get to be a best-selling author, which is one of those life goals, you know, the houseboat is still on the list o' things to take care of.
;)
Sandy L.
"Some days, I just want the dragon to win."
Well, you can take the proceeds from the brand-spanking new book and save oh, say 50 cents from each book or some such figure, in a special account ear-marked strictly for the houseboat! How's that for a plan?
I loved the tooth fairy story, Kid! Even then you had that distinctive flair for the dramatic, didn't you? Good thing too that the tooth fairy must have had x-ray vision or some such or maybe it couldn't be seen earlier because of all the other turmoil around and no one else knowing what you were having the hissy fit about either?
Sandy,
What a clever tooth fairy and a lucky little girl and a charming story. Did your Dad ever get that houseboat?
Loved the story...houseboat or not...I remember the dangers of teeter/tauters(sp?)...
Susan, fellow blogtour host
My blog is sculpturepdx.blogspot.com
Well, don't worry about the boat for now. It's coming one of these days.
Jill was in awe of more than Sandy's search for the tooth. Should have seen her the day Sandy brought home the biggest fish that Jill had ever seen.
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