Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Maltese Falcon

... "the, uh, stuff that dreams are made of."




So, I guess instead of dreaming about what my life is going to be like, I'm at the point in my life where I'm living my dreams. It's crazy. It's a lot scarier and more surreal than I thought it would be: I submitted my first story to a magazine yesterday. I don't expect it to get published or anything, it's not something I'm too proud of and the topic was way lame that they gave me, but it's a start. I'm ACTUALLY doing it... or attempting to at least. Wow. I guess I can't say "when I grow up" anymore... unless we're talking about maturity levels...

2 comments:

Zane and Lexi said...

Congrats and good luck Brooke! These are the funnest years of your life - enjoy it!! Little Zane wants to meet you at his baby blessing this sunday...did you get the email!??

Lisa Pinegar Nelson said...

Don't stop now! What would you write about if you weren't assigned a topic? I'd love to know....Mom