Now you’ve seen the infamous videos (and if not, they’re >>here<< and >>here<<), and we’ve read your comments, Amy and I wanted to make some revisions to the Hacky Sack Club official rules.
The wonderful Laurel had the brilliant idea of expanding this club beyond just hacky sacks. SO . . .
Any crazy talent (or non-talent) gets you into the club! Just post a video (or picture) of yourself doing it. Making balloon animals, standing on your head, using chop sticks, . . . the possibilities are endless, and they’ll all get you into our exclusive club.
Let us know when you post! E-mail the link to me (see that “Contact Me” tab up there?) or Amy when it’s up so we can include you in our hall of shame, ahem, FAME. And be sure to include a snail mail address so we can send you a hacky sack. We’re serious, here!
We will send you a hacky sack immediately if you want to try it (which we whole-heartedly encourage), but don’t have one. Just send either of us your address and we’ll send you a hacky sack (as long as supplies last) post haste so you can make a video. Brilliant, I know!
In short, we will keep our quirky name, but we’ll all KNOW that the club goes beyond just the title. Fitting, no? So please, grab the button, come enjoy a little silliness with us, and let’s break some boundaries! (Just no breaking anything else like toes or something.)
And please, don’t make us beg. Haven’t we embarrassed ourselves enough?!
I was just thinking about how sometimes we don’t let ourselves admit when we do something very well. The world tells us we’re supposed to be humble about our talents or we’ll be hated like all those other conceited jerks out there.
So today I’m giving you a free pass: I want to hear what you think you do really well, and I promise not hate you and think you’re a conceited jerk. It can be anything! Maybe you are an exceptional teeth-brusher . . . you’ve never had a cavity (I wish!). Or maybe you have a talent for spinning a basketball on your finger. I don’t know, but I’d love to hear!
Okay, so me? I have a talent for making gravy. No lumps, perfect consistency, always yummy. 🙂
Lately it feels like writing and its appendages (i.e. blogging, reading, plotting, etc.) have taken up so much of my life. It’s so easy to let writing consume me. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing, my mind is with my book: trying to fix that wrinkle in Chapter 13 or wondering if I’ve really caught the essence of the argument between my MC and love interest, or is that first sentence a good enough hook. Well you get the idea.
Every now and then, I have to remind myself that I’m more than a writer. And that believe it or not, I have other talents. So here is my reminder list:
Five Random Talents (not connected to writing)
I am a pro at Diaper Ball. Seriously. Michael Jordanette. Any angle, any shot, *swoosh!* Two points, in the trash . . . er, I mean basket.
I can pour 6 oz. in a bottle without measuring. In my sleep, too. I know! Impressive, right?
I make a mean spaghetti sauce. Mean. You should taste it.
I can remember the price of every single item in my grocery cart. Yep. About every other shopping trip, I find a mistake, so they get a runner to check the price. Not to brag, but I’m always right. Very useful.
I can carry a baby, diaper bag, purse, bag full of library books, and ten bags of groceries up 3 flights of stairs, AND unlock the door without dropping anything. Isn’t taking a second trip back down and up an easier option, you ask? That’s besides the point. 🙂