They say that dogs don’t have the ability to recognize themselves in a mirror, but I’ve caught my pooch gazing at his reflection so often, I am convinced he gets it. I am also convinced he is just a little vain.
Traveling south from Salt Lake City on Interstate 15, you will eventually pass a city called Fillmore, a tiny town that was the original capital of the Utah territory. Then, about fifty miles south of that, you will pass the city of Beaver. Growing up, I often heard this part of the state referred to as “the Fillmore/Beaver area.” Either because Utahn’s are really sheltered, or because we like to make our teenagers giggle.
I wonder which of those two types of Utahns made this sign. I’m hoping the latter.
I had such a great time at the writing conference in Ohio. I took a lot of notes and had a wonderful consultation on a writing sample I sent in. I won’t go into much detail here except to say that it was inspiring to spend a few days with a group of people who share this passion of mine.
To summarize the biggest takeaways (none of them are profound or even new information, but helpful to me all the same):
Everyone feels like an imposter.
Everyone gets rejected.
Writing is work. Next time I find myself brooding over how difficult it is to get traction in the marketplace and then slipping into a panic about whether or not I have something original to say and/or the talent to say it, I should stop, shut up, and get back to work.
Cheryl Strayed gave a wonderful reading at the conference. I was lucky enough to get a minute to talk to her and get a book signed. (Swoon!)
A few days later I saw this post on her Facebook page (no I am not stalking her, why would you ask me that?). I thought “I can toss out my notes from the conference and just memorize this!”
Or maybe I’ll just print it and put it on my bathroom mirror. I’m thinking it’s a little too long to be a tattoo, but I haven’t ruled it out yet.
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