Well, it's been a while since I first signed up for this, and this will be my first story. I've been putting it off because I really only signed up for this so I could read grandpa's stories. But then I reflected on that and realized it was pretty selfish. And then there's the dilemma of what to write. It's not that I don't have stories, it's just choosing which ones are actually interesting. ... I still haven't really decided yet. I think I'll just give brief overview of my life right now. Posterity will like that, right? It is fairly exciting at the moment.
Right now, I'm hiding in my room because we're having plumbing problems. What kind? I'll start at the beginning.
I woke up this morning, and exitted my room. I fwas greeted by the sight of everyone moving the furniture and putting down towels and buckets. Yes, it was raining in the basement. Not all over, of course. Just along the middle, where the plumbing is located. Once everything was safely out of the way, we began surgery on the ceiling. Dad cut out a lot of drywall and let everything drain out (we had turned the water off as soon as we noticed the rain) while mom and I emptied the garbage cans. After the ceiling stopped dripping, me and dad turned the water on to try and identify where the leak was coming from. It didn't start leaking, so then we tried the showers. That started it gushing. We were able to identify the line that was leaking, but it was up in another wall. At about that point, someone tried to use the toilet. It wouldn't drain at all. So we figured there was a blockage somewhere. Mom and Dad tried our usual plumber, but since it's Sunday, he didn't answer. I then took Kristina to Nana and Grandpa's house to take a shower while Mom and Dad tried to hunt down a reliable plumber. Nana and I talked while Kristina was in the shower, nothing particularly important. When I got back, we had a plumber and he and Dad were poking around. I followed them around for a bit, then took Alibi (my dog) to my room because she was getting in the way. I poked my head out every once in a while, right up until the sewer line spilled. I'm uninformed about anything that has happened past that point, since I've been hiding from the sewage. I think I'll go out and investgate.
... And Dad is cleaning sewage with a shop-vac. Since it's at the bottom of the stairs, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be back later today with more news and possibly pics!
It's OK to admit that you have trepidation about not being further along at this point. You have to start somewhere and you have taken the first steps.
If I may be so bold as to suggest you read two of my stories: "Some Essentials for Story Tellers"; and "Recipe for Writers" that you will find within LegacyStories.org. They were intended to help people get started by identifying the basic ingredients, and how they might be blended. By all means, the finished product will be your very own in shape, size, taste and appearance; as it should be. Good luck.... we will be anticipating something scrumptious out of your oven.
See, you have great stories to tell from your life experiences! From the perspective of a sixteen-year-old it's exciting to know that you have begun to tell stories. We never know how our experiences will impact the future, but it's important to preserve them--especially those that define who we are and show our values. Great job, Suzie!
Now that I know that you are a 16-year old writer, I'm rooting even louder for you, Suzie. In my past it took only one good high school teacher to encourage me; and in college it took only a couple of professors to bolster my confidence. As regards your project, I hope that my encouragement helps you. Good hunting!
Here I am again, looking for more things that are interesting. You have them and we are hoping that you will share them. By the way, the last time I sat with my 9 year old Grand Daughter, she let me read her latest journal article. It was so funny that I had the best laugh I enjoyed for many, many years. I just could't stop laughing! So, may I ask.... please tell us a funny story.
Did you know that what little you wrote so far has an appeal and intrigue that you might not be aware of, Suzie? Sorry if I sound impatient or pushy, but I check back into the archives from time to time to see if you added anything new. For me, it's like waiting for a beautiful flower to bloom.