Trying to get back into writing it like pulling teeth… but here I am doing it.
I just wrote a post for my author site about how we all have a story. Kind of sappy… kind of motivational… sort of. Check it out if you are interested.
Crowded is an adjective which means ‘a space or area full of people, leaving little or no room for movement; packed close’.
Examples of how this word is used will be found throughout the story below:
The reason I chose to start with this word was because today I took a trip to a place many of you may be familiar with – Costco.
To start this off – I love Costco. There are many benefits to having a membership and also love what the stores in my area offer. I am not complaining about the company. I am complaining about the crowds of people that think they are the only ones worthy to be in the store and forget that respect and personal space exist. (Any of you have this problem when at a wholesale store or just me?)
Now, I’ve been to wholesales stores in the past. When I lived in Thunder Bay we would travel over the border to buy our stuff in Duluth and visit the Sam’s Club while we were there. We would fill our house with toilet paper, paper towels, value packs of chicken stuffing, Old El Paso taco kits, and much much more.
Since moving to Southern Ontario we didn’t think we would need to indulge in wholesale deals. We were doing fine going to the local grocers or the farmers market… but low and behold we got ourselves a membership. Specially, Mr. Canuck got us a membership. 🙂
I think we got the membership because people at Mr. Canuck’s work always spoke of the deals they got from Costco on the weekend, or we would hear about it at my father’s place when we would go over for dinner. I understood the desire to get a deal… deal hunting and discount lovers are scattered throughout my family tree. So, honestly, I’m surprised it took 8 months to get a membership.
Anyways, we decided to check out the Costco near by to see what offers they had and instantly remembered why we didn’t go to wholesale stores all the time.
It was packed tight. Crowded – some would say – like discounted canned sardines (aisle 12).
The parking lot was a nightmare with people waddling down the middle of the road in front of your car or people standing in the middle of the road carrying on conversations. There were shopping carts taking up parking spaces and other people who parked their car in two spaces because one just wasn’t enough. When inside people were zipping around with carts, running people over without a care. Babies were screaming, old people were causing traffic jams in the aisles, and even two women started fighting over a discount pumpkin pie. Okay… maybe not fighting… more like a strongly worded debate over pumpkin pie. It was madness I tell you… a scene out of Mad Max but instead of cars they were shopping carts.
Silly us, we didn’t grab a cart so we were dodging people with our arms full of the items were wanted to buy. My insides were in a ball, my pulse was racing, and I was starting to get disoriented because no matter which way I turned there was no way out between the towering shelves of wholesale goods and the walls of bumper-car-shopping-carts.
After twenty minutes Mr. Canuck and I escaped with a large Caesar salad, two bags of bagels, a bag of crispy onions, and thankfully our lives.
I liked the discounts. I loved the deals and the amount you get… but I hated the crowds of people that made it difficult to be the nice, friendly Canadians our nation is known for. Next time I will have to know what I’m going into that store for and go alone so I don’t keep worrying about misplacing my partner somewhere in the store.
Bullet-point your whole day…
Really? Really, challenge overlords we’re doing this? *Sigh*
My day is boring but them’s the rules… so here we go:
That is all I have done today. Not exciting, but life sometimes isn’t. 🙂
Five Blessings In My Life
Blessings seem like a religious thing, and although I’m not against religion – actually kudos to you for following one – it isn’t something for me. I like to think of myself as a spiritual agnostic, which is a fancy way of saying I embrace everyone for being who they are and believe there is a greater force out there but they may not be Allah, God, Yahweh or so on. Also I’m lazy…
So, now that’s clarified let’s change the title to ‘Five Things I’m Thankful For’.
That’s right – I’m thankful for my readers because without you I wouldn’t be so dedicated to working on this blog. (Sorry for the four days of no posts… I have family obligations but things should be back to normal now).
As you can see the seriousness of this list went downhill very fast. To be honest, I’m thankful for everything and everyone in my life. Without them I wouldn’t be me and I wouldn’t be where I am today.
Good way to end it, Dee. Yeah! *pats self on the back*
Yeah… reviewing my work I’ve come across some really dark parts that even surprised me that I wrote them. It is interesting since I’m normally a happy go lucky person that wears a cat hat and drinks tea… yet I can write a gory murder scene or describe a raid on a village like I’m a freaking demon.
It is entertaining to re-read some of those parts and try to figure out what mood I was in, or what was going on in my life at the time since how I feel approaching a writing project very much effects how my story will be written.
Oh… here’s a funny and true story. In the early creation of my first book I wanted my mother to review what I was writing. Little did I know that what I had written would have her come up to me with knitted brows and a grimacing twitch in her eye before asking me what happened in my life to make me write such dark, depressing, gory scenes.
I never showed her another piece of my writing again, afraid she would think me a psychopath or something. XD
Now, reviewing my work I can see why she thought that… also made me cut out a lot of the gory details for the sake of certain readers that may not be able to handle that level of detail in a book that is supposed to be for an older YA audience.
Anywho, I thought I would share this post that popped up on my pinterest wall this morning in case any of you have felt this way. Share a story if you’d like in the comments below. I love hearing from all of you.