Plain Catie

In my alternate life, I am a comic book artist. Calvin and Hobbes quality, but about sibling superheroes or a girl who thinks in math and science. All of my jokes are hilarious, and it's never hard to come up with a storyline. I never get bored. Also, I don't burn my food, I wear cool socks everyday and my feet don't get hot, and I ride to work on a pega-uni-sus-corn. Yeah, my other life is pretty sweeeeeeet.

I was sitting in the Provo Temple last week and thinking about my life (my faaaavorite pastime), when I had this curious insight: Hint: click on it to read the tiny words I had definitely  been seeing truth, and finding the right path for my life, the first way (think, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone magical obstacle course). But maybe it's more like hiking Rock Canyon: you set your feet and discover miracles along the way. (P.S. Day 8 of writing challenge! I've been off and on, like a bad relationship, so I'll try harder this week and maybe y'all will get another writing sample.)

Ahoy! I have made a decision. In order to decide whether or not a want to be a writer, I have decided to write everyday for the next 30 days. Some of it will likely end up on here, some of it won't. But I will keep you updated! Here is an excerpt from day 1. It's a story I was writing before, about a girl that is trying (and failing) to write a love scene when, naturally who should appear but her childhood friend she secretly loves!!! Egads! (Remember! If you are morally opposed to scrolls bars, as I am, you are under no obligation to read it!) Tess felt the urge to jump up and hug his skinny body, but she and Kit had never been huggers really. Her computer weighed on her lap. “I’m doing well. And,” he stood straighter, smoothing his polo shirt, “it’s Jeffery.” “What’s Jeffery?” “I’m Jeffery.” “No, you’re not.” Tess wanted laugh, but he looked so serious. She grinned instead. “Christopher Jeffery. I started going by my middle name in college.” “Oh.” Of cour...

I don't like blogs. It's not that I'm morally opposed to them, I just don't like posts that are so long, and you have to keep scrolling through them, and the author is just rambling and rambling and you're like, "c'mon buddy, get to the point." When my friends were all on missions for the LDS church , I honestly NEVER read their blogs. Too much scrolling. I think that's really what I hate. Scroll bars. Yech. Yes, I recognize that allll the other posts on this blog are hecka long. But from now on: no scroll-ables. Forgettaboutit.

Hello Internet. I've decided I want to start a-bloggin' again. This a-bloggin' has three main motivations: 1. Share cool stuff I think about 2. Practice my writing skillz 3. Improve my chances that if aliens come to earth, I will be their point of contact J kidding, that last idea kind of scares me. But not as much as robots taking over the world. Literally A.I. is my worst nightmare. Yep, sooooooooo expect to hear from me! Y'all are fab, Catie