Happy Monday, Misfiteers!
It's been a while since I lasted posted here at the Misfits blog, but my "maternity leave" is over and I am soooo happy to be back!
So I spent the last couple of months in baby boot camp, dealing with a gorgeous but very fussy little boy who isn't a big fan of sleep. When you're spending way more time awake than you'd ever like to, and you've listened to so much crying that you think you hear it even when you don't, and when a "good day" is one where you actually get to shower, it's easy to lose that lovin' feeling toward the carefree teenagers frolicking around in your head.
I found myself asking, "Why the heck was I so obsessed with writing about high school anyway?"
Then my husband's aunt stayed with my little guy, and sent me off to the mall. And do you know what I saw people doing there?
SHOPPING FOR HOMECOMING DANCE DRESSES. OMG.
The sparkles! The tulle! The high-heeled shoes! It took all my restraint to keep from plunging into a rack of dresses and gushing, "This would look fabulous on you!" Because, let's face it, that would've been creepy.
But still, just like that, the flame that is my love of all things young adult came roaring back.
There are tons of things, like Homecoming, that will be never experienced the same way again once you've graduated from the those cinderblock walls. Things like:
pep rallies (which, hello, inspired our Monday posts!)
even falling in love.
That's not to say everyone's high school experience is a good one. Mine sure wasn't the best. But when you can go back and write those moments any way you like, that's where the real magic comes in.
(Although this real moment was pretty good:)
|My husband and me before our senior prom in 1998|
Your turn - Head on over to Twitter and tell us which high school moments spark the magic in your writing. Don't forget to use the hashtag #MisfitPepRally!