This time last week, I was in Salt Lake City attending the SNAP Conference. I enjoy being with “my people” and learning new information about blogging and social media. I had the privilege of helping teach a class on writing and storytelling at the conference with KariAnne from Thistlewood Farms and Vanessa from At the Picket Fence. I came away from my own class with the lesson that even though I am a writer at heart, I also need occasional reminders to, well, write.
So today I thought I’d share Grant’s latest writing project with you. I’m not sure what the assignment was, (I’m not sure Grant was clear on it, either) but he wrote a gripping tale of friendship, the dangers of tackle football, and the crash that inevitably comes after a sugar high. I will definitely ask him about his story, but I need to wait until I can do it with a straight face, as I know this was intended to be a Serious Story. I give you:
The good, the bad, and the something.
So Grant spent a lot of time online, looking for just the right photo for the cover of his story. I have no idea what this lump of goo is, but it looks like it has a face. Um, nightmare alert… that thing is vaguely terrifying. What the heck is it? Anyone?
HH and I have been pretty anti-tackle football, especially after high profile NFL cases involving head injuries and memory loss, as well as watching several of our friends have sons with concussions, etc.
Apparently, Grant has been paying attention. He even invented dangers associated with it, such as the fracture of friendships.
First, this is “AWSOME”! Second, I love that if you think about “…go ahead and reject me!!! Soon you’ll reject rejecting me!!” makes total sense. Even though I think he meant regret, the way he wrote it means Tony can change his mind… reject that decision and come to a new one. I like it, Grant! I’m right there with ya!
Also? I like that Tony the jock has the word Buff in his name. Nice touch. That’s 4th grade character development, right there.
The ending of this story is my very favorite part. In this story, head injuries heal really quickly and cookies solve everything.
I like that in the span of 6 weeks (while John was on his serious strength training workout) Tony has completely forgotten his friend John. Do you see what Grant’s doing here…? A subtle inference that Tony must have really had the crap knocked out of him in order to already be suffering from such acute mental deficiencies and memory loss. “Do I know you…?”
I love that his long term memory saved the day. Without the memory of that toy car, would anyone have gotten John to the hospital? I am going to have to ask him about the quote from The Author. You know, when I can talk to him about it and not still be giggling over my favorite part…
My favorite part? 56 cookies and a nap. The end.