Yes, yes, yes...I am supposed to be writing Act Like You Mean it, and I am. My newsletter (next week) will tell you how far along I am on that WIP (work in progress).
However, I was thinking... (This is about to get scary, buckle up.) There are a few blogs that have been converted into books. I'll grant that IS writing. But ever since I heard about the book of twitterings, I have had a wee bit o' difficulty embracing that as writing. That is about as much writing as collecting the clever bits of prose from the loo stalls in public facilities.
While I was texting my boys, I wondered: what if some of the better texts were collected and called a book. I keep the good ones on my phone, the ones that remind me of special moments.
Here are some of texts from my phone:
"Goin 2 uk 2moro 4 2wks. Wel hav cofe wen i get bac"
"Computer case" (Yeah, I had to call to see what that one meant.)
"Thank you so much for the Indian bracelet. Its lovely. Big hug."
"Did u see me" (on television - the Jerry Lewis Telethon.)
"If you were going to wash tennis shoes would you wash them by their self?"
"Opening Jeep." Followed by, "Starting engine."
"Hey they fired _______ last night." (Cue to call the other person.)
"So someone hit my truck and there is no damage to it but it left a big mark on her car." (About a hit-and-run driver.)
"My advice sucks...do what feels right to you." (about a book contract)
"Yes it was pretty awesome. I wasn't sure i could make myself go out but the training kicked in and out i went." (About military Jump school)
And my favorite from macho Army guy... "I love you mom."
Book material? Nah, probably not. Good memories though. Do you keep some old texts?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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I don't keep many texts as my phone as a very small memory (a bit like me). Here's one I haven't deleted yet though:
ReplyDelete"We are in the middle of the desert. It's 40 degr here! I don't think Nic likes it."
and
"Can you ring horse riding today mummy x" (and yes I did!)
And the sweetest from a friend of mine in Ireland (we were both drunk, I won't explain further)
"I walk with u always"
Carrie,
ReplyDeleteI like that: "I walk with u always." That is special.
Nadine