Ok. Busy day here at Sydney Aaliyah. Let’s start with my Insecure Writer’s Support Group post. I kept it short. Then, stay to enjoy story #2 of the Summer: Fact or Fiction Blog Hop (Don’t forget to vote in the comments which story you think is true; this one or that one).
The main area of stress and insecurity for this month is showing my work to other. I am super excited to have formed a critique group with two talented writers. We haven’t started, yet and I am scared to death to show them my work as a whole. Introducing characters, excepts for blog post, no problem, but the entire work at one time. Wow, scary stuff. Now, I know I will get over it and I understand to be a published author the goal is to get others to read my work, otherwise what’s the point. But, the initial idea of it is making me nauseous. But, I am really looking forward to the critiques, so go figure. What am I scared of? How did you feel the first time you let some else read your work? Does it get easier?
Story #2 – One summer when I was 13 and my brother was 16, our parents bought us and our friends (two each) season passes to AstroWorld in Houston, Texas. They were trying to keep us out of trouble I guess. The only rule, stick together.
Well, as you can image, 16 year old boys don’t really want to hang out with 13 year old girls. Besides, my friends and I were really silly. We broke out in song at the most in opportune times. I still do. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we could carry a tune. So, as soon as we entered the park, we all went out separate ways.
On one particular beautifully hot and muggy day in Houston. we were in line for the roller coaster. One of my friends hated roller coasters, but we were able to finally talk her into riding it with us. It just so happened, my brother and his friends were a couple of spots ahead of us in line for the same roller coaster. Seeing how nervous she was, one of my brother’s friends who was really obnoxious started teasing her and trying to scare her even more.
We ened up on the same ride and we started the slow, agonizing crawl to the top of the roller coasters first hill. Even I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. But, that coupled with my brother’s stupid friend yelling “We’re going to get stuck, We’re going to die.” Even I was getting nervous.
The roller coaster creeped, creeped, creeped up the hill and it got to the top and started over and then it stopped. We were in the back so we had not made the crest when it stopped. The obnoxious friend, he was in the second car and was hanging over the edge.
Everyone was quiet for a moment. Thinking this was part of the ride, but after about a minute, we knew we weren’t going anywhere. We were stuck.
The park operators had to walk up, show us all how to unhook ourselves get out and walk down. My friend was handling it all pretty well. But, my brother’s friend. He was terrified. It was hilarious. First he refused to get out of the car. Then, when the park workers and my brother finally talked him out of the car, he held on to the guy in front of him and cried the whole walk down.
We all made fun of him the entire ride home.
Now, did that really happen? Let me know what you think?