What Poverty Looks Like – A Response

Before you read what I have to say check out this article from Babble, This Is What Poverty Looks Like and then head back over here…I’ll wait.

I work in one of the poorest schools in the district in which I live, let me share some stats with you:

100% of kids get free and reduced breakfast every day

90% get free and reduced lunch

40 kids take home a bag of food every Friday to sustain them for the weekend

100% get a sack lunch on half-days so that they are guaranteed two meals that day

Some are homeless, some live in one bed motel rooms with their mom and siblings, others live anywhere they can find.

These last few days it’s been so cold here that schools have been closed – school was closed on a Friday meaning the delivery of the weekend food bags was not able to take place…meaning 40 kids may or may not have had food for five days.

The fact that some of these sweet children do not have a home means that for five days they did not have a safe, warm place to come because school was closed.

I understand that it was so bitterly cold we couldn’t allow the kids to come to school…but for many of the kids I work with, going out in the cold in order to be someplace warm for six hours would have been better than being in the cold for five straight days.

This is what poverty looks like….

It’s the girl who attaches herself to my waist for the first five minutes of every day

The boy who has every right to be angry and lash out due to his circumstances but channels his anger creatively, turning out some of the best drawings I’ve ever seen from a second grader

It’s the little second grader who is reading at a kindergarten level but improving each day

It’s the girl who wrote an essay (second grade mind you) about wanting school uniforms so that she can’t be bullied about her clothes

It’s the young boy sleeping during silent reading because he was up all night caring for his baby sister

It’s never knowing from one day to the next which students will be in class that day

It’s seeing the pure joy when they get that little white sack each Friday, knowing that they will have food for the weekend

It’s the little girl who wants attention – and too be loved – so badly that all she knows is hurt. She knows that if she acts hateful and ugly she’ll get attention

These children have no choice

They have not chosen to live this way, they have no control over their situations, and they have every right to be angry but the majority don’t realize the gravity of their circumstances.

I pray everyday for the teachers I work with who deal with this on a daily basis – you see, I’m just a volunteer, I go in two days a week and work with these kids but their teachers see it every day.

I have the opportunity each week to be the hands and feet of Jesus in this school, with these kids. These kids have the potential to become great leaders, great thinkers, teachers, scientists, writers…anything they want to become.

These kids are balls of clay waiting to be molded and shaped. One girl told me a few weeks ago that she loves to write and wants to be a writer someday, one boy started writing his own book, and another spends his free time reading every book he can get his little hands on.

It’s up to their teachers and mentors to do the molding and the shaping.

The school that I am in has mentors that come for the high risk students, they work one-on-one with reading, writing, any academic area that needs work. They encourage, they listen, but most importantly…they love.

Teachers have become parents, counselors, and friends to these kids. School has become a safe haven…a home.

There are days where I get in my car when I get done volunteering and just cry. You see the hurt, the uncertainty, and you just want to do something…but what?

I’ll tell you what, you love them, because sometimes you are exactly what they need when they need it. I’m not naive enough to pretend that love will fix everything but it certainly won’t hurt.

“Love can’t conquer all, but it can conquer quite a lot”* oh how true that is…

This is a much heavier post than what I typically write, but I needed to share a little bit of my heart tonight. My heart is heavy with the thought of my kids (I know they aren’t actually my kids but when you pour your heart into those little people for so long they begin to feel like a part of you), my heart is heavy with the thought of them in this bitter, bitter cold.

I ask that you please pray for them, the students and faculty members. Pray also for the families of these students.



*quote from the Dowager Countess of Grantham, played by the incomparable Maggie Smith on Downton Abbey. 


The Mark of a Good Character

I first saw the movie Mona Lisa Smile when is was about 13 years old, mom was watching it, and I was sitting on the floor with my nose in a book (what else is new?)…I remember not really paying much attention to the movie back then but that there was one character in particular that stood out to me, and that my odd, nerdy, 13 year old self was able to identify with…Connie Baker, played by Ginnifer Goodwin (Once Upon a Time’s Snow White/Mary Margaret).

Connie is a somewhat awkward character who clearly has (though it’s never stated outright) some self-esteem issues, is introverted, and relies very heavily on the opinion of her friends played by Kirsten Dunst, Julia Stiles, and Maggie Gyllenhaal.

That was me to a T…still is sometimes. I’m still kind of nerdy and introverted…and sometimes have a low opinion of myself, and put too much stock in to what people think of me, even though I know that I shouldn’t.

Watching it now as an adult and understanding more of the content of the film, I still identify with Connie – she’s the low woman on the totem pole that is her circle of friends but in the end Connie ends up being the happiest – she is their north star, she keeps the girls grounded, she is spunky, and in the end she gets what she wants…because instead of resting on her laurels, she gets up and goes after it despite the fact that (mean girl) Betty does everything in her power to put Connie down.

I knew a Betty – she was someone who would compliment you one minute and in the next point out everything that is wrong with you…it was someone that I considered a friend back then.

The fact that 13 year old me and now 21 almost 22 year old me can still identify with Connie is – to me – a sign of good writing and, the mark of a good character. In this movie the story is not about Connie at all…its about Katherine Watson, the art history professor but each of the girls is so well written, so striking that you can’t help but be completely taken in by the supporting cast as well.

Mona Lisa Smile is a movie that – when I watch it now – always makes me think; there are so many subplots dealing with social issues, societal norms, and a woman’s place in society. Many taboo issues for the time period – divorce, a woman going to law school, sex in general.

I will even go so far as to call this film timeless.

It’s a film that you can always learn something from, there are characters that will teach you something…

Connie Baker has taught me to get up and go after what I want…don’t back down regardless of what those around you think.

Even now whenever I see Ginnifer Goodwin in something I think back to this film, and to Connie Baker who will forever be one of my favorite movie heroines.

Late Night Writing

I love to write late at night – alone in my room with nothing but my music and my ideas to keep me company. Tonight’s soundtrack is an odd mix of movie soundtracks and old standards. When I started out tonight I was writing to the score of Saving Mr. Banks (one of my absolute favorite movies) now I’m getting a little Tony Bennett mixed in, and some good old fashioned gospel music.

Somehow, having music on when I write helps with the flow of ideas – this is something that I realized at a young age when I couldn’t focus on my homework alone at the kitchen table with no distractions. My mom used to get aggravated at me when it would take me hours and hours to complete work that should have only taken minutes. When I finally convinced her that I’d work better in the living room with music (or even the television) turned on I could work better.

Now, as an adult and soon to be published writer, I never work without music – cleaning, cooking, writing, even mowing the lawn – I have a constant stream of music.

I like nights like this – the house is silent but for my keyboard clicking and my music softly playing so as to not wake my family. The ideas aren’t flowing as fast as they usually do – probably because I’m about to fall asleep – but I have been able to write a full chapter tonight…of course I’m sure the majority of what I did will get scrapped in editing but that’s a concern for another night.

Thanks for indulging me and my late night rambling procrastinating…I need to get back to that novel draft now.

Friday Favorite’s: Snow Day!! Edition

Happy cold and snowy Friday to you all…and if you happen to be where it is not cold and snowy shout it out in the comments so I can dream of someplace warm!!

It is Friday and that means it’s time for Friday Favorites so I will be linking up once again with Andrea, and today, thanks to the bitter cold (think a wind chill of -10) I am staying in today and watching movies, baking cookies, and perusing the stack of cookbooks that I got from the library yesterday which brings me to my first favorite…

1.) Spike Mendelsohn’s cook book, The Good Stuff The name is not a lie…in the pages of this book is nothing but good stuff…burgers, salads, shakes, and sides…you guys this book is basically heaven for this Midwestern Girl, I highly recommend this book!

2.) Rachel Balducci’s Weekly Downton Abbey Recaps If you are a fan of the weekly (melo)Drama, Downton Abbey, Rachel’s recaps are a must read and really there isn’t much more I need to say about that!

3.) Favorite Posts On My Blog This Week aka, shameless self promotion! I’ve been participating in Andrea’s Show and Tell Tuesday series, however with this weeks I didn’t add my link to the list – simply because mine was not a traditional (non-fictional) love story. This week I decided (because I don’t have my own love story to share) to introduce readers to the stars of my latest novel, Hannah and Robert Bishopand I couldn’t introduce those two without also introducing Molly Williams. Check them out and let me know what you think! I’m working on developing a historical fiction series and these are the characters from the installment that centers around the Battle of Gettysburg but employs two timelines: 1.) 1863 and 2.) 2014/15. It has been pretty interesting writing the dual timelines and dealing with the historical research but right now the research is one of my Favorite Things. 

4.) It’s really no secret (to anyone who knows me) that I’m a bit of a nerd but, I’ve always had a deep love of history and researching the civil war – specifically the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863 – has been one of my favorite things. I’ve been doing lots of reading, researching both the Union and Confederate armies and their commanders…seriously, I’m considering really diving deeper into writing historical fiction!

Thank you so much for stopping by, have a great weekend, stay warm, and if you’re already someplace warm…enjoy it!



Follow-Up, and An Introduction

Good morning friends! On Tuesday I shared with you an introduction to two of my newest characters – Robert and Hannah Bishop, they are just two of the people you will get to meet in my newest novel (currently still being written) based around the battle of Gettysburg.

I’m doing something a little bit different in this novel by playing around with dual timelines. Part of the novel is diary style – told from the point of view of Hannah Bishop as she chronicles the year 1863; the other timeline is modern – it’s told from the point of view of Molly Williams, Hannah Davis’ great, great (I haven’t done the math yet so I don’t know how many greats) granddaughter.

I though today I might give you a little back story for Molly, and introduce you to her and an additional character…but first you have to know Molly’s history:

When Molly was a child she lost both of her parents in a fatal car accident and went to live with her grandmother in Lakeland, Florida. She lived with her Gram all through her school years before going off to college. Molly has a core group of friends that she relies on heavily – she met them all in college, Ellie, Erin, and Charlotte – they were roommates as freshman and got an apartment together for the last three years. (Trust me, this is very VERY important for Molly’s story going forward). All four of them in some way or another go into writing – Molly writes for Engel Travel, a magazine based in Lakeland. Ellie is a sports writer, covering baseball in Upstate New York. Erin is a novelist, introducing her friends and readers to brilliant characters and stories. Charlotte started out in media but worked her way up to being some big-wig baseball executive’s assistant (again, just trust me…this is important stuff!!).

Gram dies, leaving Molly everything – the house and all that comes with it – but also leaving her without any family.

Molly calls in the troops to help her sort through and clean out Gram’s things – Ellie, Erin, and Char show up bearing junk food and cheesy movies to help sort through the myriad boxes of things that Gram in all her wisdom never threw away.

While the girls set to work sorting through boxes – each of them tackling a corner of the basement – Molly comes across an antique trunk.

In the trunk she finds several quilts, an old sewing box, a dress, and a diary.

The diary of Hannah Bishop.

This discovery launches Molly on a journey to find her family (and possibly love along the way).

Molly’s first stop is Davis Plantation where she meets a young and dashing (somewhat snarky) museum director…

I make my way an hour outside of Atlanta’s city limits to the Davis Plantation; I wind my way up what seems like a mile long driveway, lined with magnolia trees, and catch a glimpse of the house beyond the trees – it’s a formidable looking home with giant stone columns and a sturdy wooden door, I take a deep breath and brace myself as I climb out of my car.

I walk up the front steps, pushing open the massive door and am immediately greeted by a young girl maybe eighteen or nineteen years old.

“Good mornin'” she drawls, her accent heavy, “you here for a tour? We have guided tours and self guided tours, whatever you’d prefer” she says, while handing me maps of the house and the grounds. Looking over the pamphlets she’s handed me I make my decision.

“I’ll do the self guided, thank you.”

“No problem, if you have any questions my name is Laurel, and I’d be happy to help you.”

I walk through the massive foyer, and start by looking at the family portraits on the wall, looking for Hannah Davis.  The first portrait is that of George Davis, the family patriarch – a man with a slim face and a bushy mustache above an intimidating scowl, he does not look like the kind of man you would want to disagree with.

Next in line is Mrs. Margaret Davis, Hannah’s mother; a slight woman with a weary and worn face – a small frown on her lips, and sad eyes.

There is a third and final picture – Jonathan Davis. A young man of nineteen or twenty, with bright eyes and a wide smile. There is no trace of Hannah Davis anywhere – which I suppose makes sense however I’d hoped that the historical society would at least tell the whole family’s story.

I wander around on the main floor a while longer, looking for anything that connects Hannah Davis Bishop to this house and family, but I come up short. Finally, after a fruitless search for Hannah, I make my way back to the front desk to ask Laurel “excuse me,” I interrupt, and she lifts her eyes from the pages of her book. “Am I in the right place? I’m looking for information about Hannah Davis Bishop and my research pointed me here but there is nothing about her mentioned anywhere in the house.”

“Yes, this is the right place, but hang on just a minute…” She says before bolting down the hall to an employees only area of the mansion. I’m left to my own devices for about five minutes before she comes rushing back down the hall toward me “okay, come with me.”

Garnering several curious glances from the other visitors here today, Laurel leads me down the hallway to the office of the museum director, “wait here, it will just be a moment” she says with a slightly nervous tone, before making her way back to the information desk.

“You know,” a smooth baritone voice intones from behind me “in the 1860’s asking about Hannah Davis was a punishable offense on these grounds.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that – thank goodness this isn’t 1863.”

“I’m Eric,” he says, extending his hand, “Eric Lancaster, museum director.”

“I’m Molly” I reply shaking his hand “Molly Williams, writer and avid history buff…and I’m hoping you can help me.”

“Well, if it’s Hannah you’re interested in I can certainly help you out.”

At the quizzical look I gave him, Eric continued. “When I got here a few years ago, fresh out of grad school I made Hannah my project; it wasn’t sanctioned by the historical society but I wanted to find out for myself what happened to her. You grow up down here and all you’re told is that she died young, nothing more – no explanation, no elaboration – she just died. Sixteen years old with her whole life ahead of her.”

“But she didn’t die” I interject “her father sent her to Washington to live with her grandparents William and Margaret Russell”

“Where she met and married Robert Bishop, Captain in the Union Army” Eric volleys back.

“Robert died and his last wish was for Hannah to move north to Gettysburg Pennsylvania; at twenty three years old, a grieving widow, Hannah closed up the dress shop she inherited after the death of her grandmother, packed up all of her belongings and boarded a train bound for Gettysburg. She moved in with a sister she’d never met, and started a brand new life for herself in January of 1863.”

He stares at me open mouthed, at a loss for words “how can you possibly know all of that?” he asks, “I lost track of her in DC. As far as I know she stayed in DC until the day she died.”

I sit back in my chair, place my hand on my shoulder bag, feeling the heft of Hannah’s diary under the quilted cloth of my bag. I do my best to hide the smug smile I feel tugging the corners of my lips; I have information that the museum director doesn’t have, I still have cards in my hand I just have to figure out when to play them.

“What about her brother?” I ask him, remembering Jonathan’s own change of heart.

“Disinherited, just like Hannah. Charlotte Davis, Master Davis’ niece, inherited the plantation; she took over when George felt he was too ill to run the place.”

Cousin Charlotte…exactly as Hannah feared.

“Can you tell me how you know all of that” he asks again.

This diary is the only link I have left to my family, and I can’t let it go – I don’t know that at this point in my journey I’m willing to give it up – on the other hand I know that Eric is capable of helping me. Never one to mince words, I explain…

“My grandmother died a few months ago and my best friends and college roommates traveled to Florida to help me sort through Gram’s belongings and I came across a diary that I think may have belonged to Hannah Davis Bishop and there is some small part of me that wants to believe I’m related to her…I’m hoping you can tell me more. I’m actually hoping you can answer some questions I have as well.”

“Come with me.” He says by way of response. Eric pushes himself away from his desk and takes a key ring from his pocket. Leading me down the corridor, through the main foyer, past groups of tourists, and up the main staircase.

“I probably shouldn’t do this – but since I am the museum director I can,” he smiles at me as he tries to locate the correct key. “Aha!” he exclaims, holding up an antique skeleton key before sliding it in the lock. “At the request of the Davis family this room has never been open to the public but, I think you may benefit from this.” He opens the door slowly, and steps aside, guiding me gently into the room. In an almost reverent voice he tells me “it’s been preserved exactly as she left it when her father sent her away in 1856.”

I take a deep breath and step from the hallway into the dark room. Eric steps in front of me and walks to the windows, drawing open the heavy drapes allowing golden sunlight to fill the room. I can see dust swirling in the sun’s rays, the smell of dust and books fills my nose and throat, and I’m suddenly transported to 1856.

There are bookshelves bending with the weight of books, stacks of books on every flat surface – the desk, floor, and bed – and all manner of pens and ink wells littering the room.

I take it all in – the four poster bed, floor to ceiling bookshelves against one wall, heavy dust laden purple-ish drapes, books on every surface…it’s almost too much to process at once…

What?! Did you really think I would give you more than that?! No way! You’ll have to wait until the novel is finished and published, but stick around because there is a good chance I will introduce you to a few more characters (maybe from some other projects!!) in the future!

I hope that you’ve enjoyed meeting Molly and (what little bit I show you of) Eric, and Hannah and Robert before them! I look forward to being able to share a completed novel with you in the future!



Show and Tell Tuesday

Good morning and happy Tuesday!! Today’s prompt for Show and Tell Tuesday is – How you met, fell in love, and/or got engaged. As I established in Friday’s post, I am single…however I’m not going to let that stop me from using this prompt today… Today I am going to introduce you to Hannah and Robert Bishop, and share their story.

Washington DC, 1856 I stepped off the train and was greeted by my grandmother Mae, I haven’t seen her and grandfather since I was a young girl and now here I am, 16 years old, away from home for the first time, and having to make a new life for myself up north…off of my father’s plantation.

We walked a few blocks from the train station to Grandmother’s dress shop, and the little apartment above it that she shares with Grandfather. I unpacked the two small suitcases I brought with me and set to work in the shop doing whatever Grandmother instructed me to do…pretty soon, Grandmother began to manage the shop and let me set to work making the dresses and tailoring the suits.

In 1860 I took over the shop entirely after the death of both grandparents. One day shortly after my twentieth birthday rumors began to swirl about an impending war…men – young and old – began to come into the shop to have their uniforms altered.

I was working one day on a dress for my most loyal customer when the bell over the front door jingled, a young man walked in and waited for me at the counter while I pushed up off of the floor and made my way to the counter.

“Is there a tailor here who can help me?” the young man asked, looking past me toward the back of the shop.

“That would be me,” I answered, putting my hands on my hips in an attempt to make myself look more menacing than I am, “how can I help you?”

“I need this altered,” he said, placing a pile of dark blue wool on the counter between us, “and my stripes sewn on. Normally I’d have my mother handle it for me but she and father are in Pennsylvania visiting my sister, they won’t be back for at least two months and I fear that by then it will be too late.”

“Go in back and put it on inside out,” I told him, pointing to the small changing room behind me, “I need to see what it is I’m working with.”

When he went in to change I moved the dress form I’ve been working across the shop and away from the mirror, freeing up space for the gentleman when he is ready.

I had to stifle my laughter when he came out of the dressing room – sleeves and pant legs much too long for his frame, a jacket that he was drowning in, and pants that two of him could fit into. “It was my father’s” he said sheepishly, “it was easier to take his old one and have it tailored than to get a new uniform made.”

I directed him to the small platform in front of the mirror so that I could get to work. I set to work first on the jacket – rolling up the sleeves to the right length, pinning and taking in the sides; once that was done I tackled the trousers. Clipping the sides, where pins wouldn’t do the job, taking in the waist then making my way down to the inseam and finally the hem all the while the young man kept squirming and a few times I have to admit, I purposely poked him with a pin just to get him to hold still.

“Quit moving,” I laughed, “you have to hold still or I’ll never get this done.”

“Sorry,” he said, “I’m just distracted…I’m not used to…a beautiful…I mean a…well, a woman…who isn’t my mother…tailoring my clothes for me.”

I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t flattered by that.

I finished the pinning and let him change into his street clothes, “I can have these done by the end of the week,” I told him, “just show me where to sew on the Officer’s stripes.”

I hung the jacket on any empty form so that I could see where to put the stripes.

“What do I owe you?” he asked as I was pinning on his insignia.

“Nothing yet, I’ll let you know when you come to pick these up on Friday.”

“Thank you miss,” he said with a smile before pushing open the door and walking down the sidewalk toward the heart of town.

The next day, as I was writing a receipt for a customer I noticed the young man walk by my door and glance inside. I caught his eye and he quickly walked away…I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Later that day – just I was turning the sign to take a lunch break – he walked in with a briefcase in one hand and a bag in the other.

“I thought you might like some lunch,” he smiled.“I never have anyone to eat with and honestly I would enjoy the company today.”


“Sure,” I heard myself answer, “I’d love the company too.”

We dined on fresh bread, cheese, and fruit. I brewed tea for us both in the back of the shop, and we sat together on the floor near the mirror, using the platform as a small table between us. After we’d finished eating Robert – I finally did learn his name – cleaned up and asked if he could have lunch with me again the next day. That’s how it started; Robert and I ate lunch together everyday for a month – even after he’d picked up his uniform.

Eventually we began to court, since I have no family in town he asked for the blessing of our preacher in order to being our courtship. We courted for two months, and in December 1860 we were married. His parents were our witnesses, standing beside us in the front room of the parsonage as we said our vows. Soon after, his parents decided to make a move west, and together as husband and wife we moved into their home in town.

It was a small wedding, but intimate – everyone who needed to be there was there, and I jumped right into creating a home for myself and my new husband. I still worked in my shop while he consulted on legal matters for the people in town. We continued to share lunch together each day on the floor of the shop….

Hannah and Robert Bishop are the main characters in a historical fiction novel that I am currently developing. To read more of their story – beyond how they met – stay tuned! This is the start of a series that is pretty near and dear to my heart and I look forward to sharing the final product with you all. Thank you for allowing me to introduce you to these two characters today, I look forward to sharing more with you in the future! Blessings, Megan

Friday Favorites: Alone On Valentine’s Day Edition

Happy Friday! I’m linking up with Andrea today to share my Friday Favorites and since I’m already late getting this done I will spare you a long introduction and just get right to it….

(small intro, sorry!!) I’m single and will be spending Valentine’s Day at home catching up on things for work and school, editing a novel, working on the development of a new series, and enjoying a relaxed, not at all stressful Saturday at home…the first such day in a VERY long time….

1.) I will be watching this movie:

My all time favorite romantic comedy, a twist on Pride and Prejudice, starring the amazing Tom Hanks…you cannot go wrong with this movie.

2.) I will be cooking dinner for my family – one of my favorite things to do and we will be having Chicken Pitas with Whipped Jalapeno Feta courtesy of Janssen at Everyday Reading.  I prepped these tonight – the feta and tzatziki sauce are probably two of the most delicious things I’ve had in a while!! I highly recommend this recipe!!

3.) I will also soon be making a batch of Shay’s Chocolate Chip Neiman Marcus Bars – they are my dad’s absolute favorite and a close second is her S’Mores Bars. These are the most baked things in my house even though I have tried to explain to my dad that there is a new recipe every week that I would like to try…these two are favorites in my house. Mom and dad both love them and I love to make them!

4.) Here’s the thing – I’m not actually going to be “alone” on Valentine’s Day, I’m going to spend the day surrounded by family, sure I’m single but that’s okay. I’m not defined by my relationship status – I know that God has someone out there for me, that someday I will get to share my life with a husband, make a home for a family, and I’m content where I am in my life right now. I’m single, I’m happy, and I’m loving my life right now!!

Thank you so much for stopping by! Happy Valentine’s Day!




Breaking News!

Today is a good day friends

News broke today that Harper Lee after nearly sixty years is going to be publishing a follow up novel to To Kill a Mockingbird.

To Kill a Mockingbird is number one on my list of “All Time Favorites”. I read it for the first time as a freshman in high school and honestly it was the first book I’d ever read that made me want to keep reading – I never put that book down, I read chapters ahead of my class, stayed up way too late (we’re talking like four in the morning late) to finish reading it…this book changed my life.

It’s not just the message of the book that is powerful but, the message along with the narrative style is what makes this such a groundbreaking, life altering, AMAZING novel.

Race relations in the south, social customs, poverty, and essentially a novel chock full of human rights issues narrated by Jean Louise “Scout” Finch, aged 6-9 in the novel’s timeline. This is a little girl who is a hard headed tomboy, loves to read, loves her dad more than anything, and is wise beyond her years. She learns so much about herself, her father, and her town in the span of what is actually a pretty short novel.

Scout is my favorite literary character (other than Lizzie Bennett of course)…the way she looks at the world around her, the way in which she had to grow up over the course of the novel…

All of this is to say that I cannot wait until July 14 when Go Set a Watchman, featuring Scout Finch as an adult (!!!!!!!) is released…I will camp out in front of my local Barnes and Nobel so that I can be the first in line!

Show and Tell Tuesday: Groundhog Day

First off, if you are a regular visitor to Meg’s Corner Shelf you may notice 1.) that it looks quite a bit different than last time and 2.) I’m on a new hosting platform. I made the switch this week to WordPress and I have to say, I kind of love it! On to the point of this post though…Show and Tell Tuesday: Groundhog Day – if I could repeat one day over and over what would it be?

Honestly, I had a very VERY hard time coming up with a day that I’d want to live over and over again…the thing is there are several very significant days in my life but I don’t necessarily know that there are any I would want to repeat everyday, I almost think it would be better to choose a mundane, boring day on the calendar to repeat instead of an eventful, exciting day (if that makes any sense at all.)

I think, I might choose one of the days in July when I was writing my first novel – there was a day (and I don’t remember the date) where I spent almost the entire day writing, it sounds awful but it was one of the best days of my summer. You see, I love to just sit and write, I like to escape into worlds of my own creation and on that day I nearly finished my novel…and that’s where my dilemma comes into play….

If I repeat that day over and over again I’d never actually finish the novel, I’d be stuck somewhere in the middle forever – that said, the day that I would choose as my personal Groundhog Day would be July 27, 2014 – the day that I finished writing my first novel – I know that after a while it would start to get less exciting than it was that first day, but if I could repeat the feeling of finally finishing something so big, so monumental in my life I would love to!

The other (perfect) thing about this day is that the weather was gorgeous, I spent the entire day with my family enjoying the summer weather, working in the gardens outside, and ended the night with a family game night.

Honestly , it was the perfect day – I got to write all day, hang out with my family all day, and it was the one day all summer that wasn’t 90 degrees or more! I think that would be my Groundhog Day…but honestly, even after writing all of that – I’m STILL not sure if that is the day I would choose : )

Thanks for stopping by, as always, I’m linking up with Andrea to share this installment of Show and Tell Tuesday!