How often are we told that change is good? If you work in the nine to five world, you’ve heard it so often enough you want to scream. Especially when they decide to change for change sake, right?
Anyway, I was reading an interesting article about the popularity of Facebook dropping and that the teenagers are moving in droves to SnapChat. Interesting.
I guess that means tonight I will be setting up an account with SnapChat. Even though I don’t write young adult or even new adult, several of my characters are in their twenties. (Lately, they’re even turning up older, like in their thirties. *gasp*) But I need to keep up with where the crowd is or moving to. All part of being with the readers. They will grow up and want to read more adult fare.
It’s going to drive my kids crazy. LOL! “Hello, sweethearts, Mom’s here!”
I came across this article and thought it had a lot of common sense points in it. Plus they had a few links to books. Love articles that do that (when the books are written by different people and not an info-commercial for one how-to author).
You’re probably wondering why I read articles like that. It’s all part of research, baby! If my characters make mistakes, I want them to realize it quickly. HA!
And the title of this post makes me laugh. Think about it.
When I was a young teenager, my mom arranged for a friend of mine’s dad to take me to school each morning, and in turn, she picked us up in the afternoon. It was a win-win for me. I got to see my friend in the mornings and afternoons, and I liked her dad. He would tease us and call us boys. And though he wouldn’t let us talk and would fuss if I wasn’t walking out the door when he drove up, he listened to Paul Harvey on the drive. Mr. Harvey was a news commentator, and I found his voice and the bit of information he provided to be interesting. (Click here to listen to him.)
What made me think about my childhood friend’s dad? Some people at work were talking about their adventures from riding on the bus to and from school. Mom didn’t like the bus and besides our house was a block before the first stop. So that’s how I ended up riding in the car with my friend’s dad.
The funny part of it is, I never thought of how other people would view me getting out of a county sheriff’s car in front of the high school. LOL! Yep. He was a sheriff deputy. I guess I just assumed they knew it was my friend’s dad’s car. Maybe not. That could account for why I never had problems with anyone picking on me.
Carla Swafford . . . Good day!
I swear the day-job is sucking my brain dry, but I’m determined to write each day even if it is only one sentence.
They better be glad I fell for their pretty green money or I would tell them to get lost.
Mama likes paying her bills.
Carla Swafford, Author 