Hey you, reading that book you're not so into?
Yeah, you.
It's okay to stop reading.
I've done it a few times. A part of me doesn't like to do it because I feel like I'm quitting, I'm giving up, or I've invested a lot of time into this story, and while I can't seem to care about the characters and can predict the plot from a mile away, it feels wrong to just set it down.
Set it down.
Don't waste your time. It will frustrate you to see how a book this bad could be published. The characters will enrage you to the point where you want to throw the book across the room. And then, when everyone starts to get really into the book, you want to scream at them because, hello, this is the worst book ever written. Why can't anyone see that?
Trust me. I've been there.
You're not going to get a reward for following through and finishing the story. If anything, your brother will ask you, "Don't you like Book?"
To which you'll reply, "Um, no."
And he'll be all, "Then why'd you read all of them." And then rub it in at various points in your life because he's going to hold it against you for that long.
It's okay to put the book down. You didn't fail. The author did. Don't waste your time.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Heath Ledger
Hey guys.
So it's January 22.
22.
It's also the anniversary of Heath Ledger's passing. I can't explain why, but for whatever reason, I have this strange connection to him, more so now that he's gone than I ever did when he was alive. As such, I like to make it a point to remember him on this day.
Today, I plan to watch 10 Things I Hate About You in honor of him. It's one of my favorite chick flicks (and one of my favorite Shakespeare plays). It's my little way of letting him know that we remember him. It's not much, but it's something.
So it's January 22.
22.
It's also the anniversary of Heath Ledger's passing. I can't explain why, but for whatever reason, I have this strange connection to him, more so now that he's gone than I ever did when he was alive. As such, I like to make it a point to remember him on this day.
Today, I plan to watch 10 Things I Hate About You in honor of him. It's one of my favorite chick flicks (and one of my favorite Shakespeare plays). It's my little way of letting him know that we remember him. It's not much, but it's something.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Taking fate into your own hands
Society's a pretty interesting thing, isn't it? The double standards, the expectations, the social norms that are constantly changing...
This is for all the girls who have a guy they want to ask out (or are waiting for a guy to ask them out). As you well know, I'm a big believer in signs. In the universe. In that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. In everything happens for a reason.
Since my April breakup with Goatboy, I've been very resistant to relationships. Even now, I cannot picture myself ever getting married. Not that I don't want to, I just can't picture it. Yet. I haven't met That Guy. And really, I don't want to meet him yet. I'm only 22.
However, I find myself wanting to date. Casually. Just for fun. And I had a particular guy in mind that I wanted to take that chance with. So I talked to fate, and I said, "Listen, if you give me this opportunity, if you put me in this position, I promise I won't waste it."
As we all know, the universe works in mysterious ways. The guy turned out to have a girlfriend (or a date or a female friend, whatever signified that perhaps he wasn't looking to date anyone else at the moment) but at the event, I met someone else, someone I briefly interacted with in November. We fell back into easy conversation, and before I knew it, I gave him my number.
In a way, I'm glad Guy #1 was taken (or seemingly taken). Now I'm free to choose whoever I might find interesting enough to date. I'm not tied down, and I refuse to wait for anyone. I feel empowered, as though I can pick and choose which guys I want to hang out with and which guys I don't.
So girls: why not take fate into your own hands and ask a guy out? You can make it really casual, like offering to be a tour guide to a new guy in town (that's the one I used), tell him, "Hey, I'd love to buy you a drink some time" (my original line on Guy #1 - IF you're of age, of course), or, if you're not, "We should grab coffee some time." As common sensical as it sounds, you don't have to be like, "Do you want to go out with me?" It can be casual and fun and noncommittal, like, "We should hang out." That way, you put the power in his hands. If he wants to hang, he'll call/text/Facebook, whatever. If not, so what? The world is at your feet, with guys just waiting to hang out with you.
Go for it. Don't wait around. How else is the universe going to take what you want seriously if you don't think it's risky enough to take a chance on?
This is for all the girls who have a guy they want to ask out (or are waiting for a guy to ask them out). As you well know, I'm a big believer in signs. In the universe. In that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. In everything happens for a reason.
Since my April breakup with Goatboy, I've been very resistant to relationships. Even now, I cannot picture myself ever getting married. Not that I don't want to, I just can't picture it. Yet. I haven't met That Guy. And really, I don't want to meet him yet. I'm only 22.
However, I find myself wanting to date. Casually. Just for fun. And I had a particular guy in mind that I wanted to take that chance with. So I talked to fate, and I said, "Listen, if you give me this opportunity, if you put me in this position, I promise I won't waste it."
As we all know, the universe works in mysterious ways. The guy turned out to have a girlfriend (or a date or a female friend, whatever signified that perhaps he wasn't looking to date anyone else at the moment) but at the event, I met someone else, someone I briefly interacted with in November. We fell back into easy conversation, and before I knew it, I gave him my number.
In a way, I'm glad Guy #1 was taken (or seemingly taken). Now I'm free to choose whoever I might find interesting enough to date. I'm not tied down, and I refuse to wait for anyone. I feel empowered, as though I can pick and choose which guys I want to hang out with and which guys I don't.
So girls: why not take fate into your own hands and ask a guy out? You can make it really casual, like offering to be a tour guide to a new guy in town (that's the one I used), tell him, "Hey, I'd love to buy you a drink some time" (my original line on Guy #1 - IF you're of age, of course), or, if you're not, "We should grab coffee some time." As common sensical as it sounds, you don't have to be like, "Do you want to go out with me?" It can be casual and fun and noncommittal, like, "We should hang out." That way, you put the power in his hands. If he wants to hang, he'll call/text/Facebook, whatever. If not, so what? The world is at your feet, with guys just waiting to hang out with you.
Go for it. Don't wait around. How else is the universe going to take what you want seriously if you don't think it's risky enough to take a chance on?
Friday, January 13, 2012
Luck
The Ducks went streaking, my friends, winning three games (at home) in a row. And then, last night (my grandfather's would-be birthday), they tied it up 0-0 and lost in overtime. However, I'm not too worried. Why, you may ask? Because if you watched the game, you saw that they played really, really well. Which gives me hope.
But Heather, you say, today is Friday, the Thirteenth. Aren't you worried about that?
Pshh, no.
Friday the Thirteenth has been especially lucky in my family and I have no problem transferring my luck to my team for tonight's game.
Some great news for the Ducks, though? Corey Perry was named to the AllStar Game. Um, as if there was any doubt. But congrats to Corey, who definitely deserves the honor.
Some big news in terms of writing: I've chopped Stranger in the Mirror in half. Like, I cut out two main characters and their storylines and made them secondary characters. You might think I'd be upset at all the time and effort I put into writing - by hand! - their stories only to end up having them cut up.
You'd be wrong.
I decided it because with four characters, there was too much going on. As much as I love Brielle and Elle, I was doing a disservice to the story by writing their stories in conjunction with Sophie and Jane's, when the latter plotline is the most important. Even my writing reflected that my passion favored the first two compared to the second group.
And, when I did it, it felt right.
Of course, there will be much more editing to make sure everything flows better, much more work, but I k.now that it will be worth it
You guys, I am so excited about this book. I can't wait to share it with you. And these changes, no matter how drastic, will make it even better. I promise.
But Heather, you say, today is Friday, the Thirteenth. Aren't you worried about that?
Pshh, no.
Friday the Thirteenth has been especially lucky in my family and I have no problem transferring my luck to my team for tonight's game.
Some great news for the Ducks, though? Corey Perry was named to the AllStar Game. Um, as if there was any doubt. But congrats to Corey, who definitely deserves the honor.
Some big news in terms of writing: I've chopped Stranger in the Mirror in half. Like, I cut out two main characters and their storylines and made them secondary characters. You might think I'd be upset at all the time and effort I put into writing - by hand! - their stories only to end up having them cut up.
You'd be wrong.
I decided it because with four characters, there was too much going on. As much as I love Brielle and Elle, I was doing a disservice to the story by writing their stories in conjunction with Sophie and Jane's, when the latter plotline is the most important. Even my writing reflected that my passion favored the first two compared to the second group.
And, when I did it, it felt right.
Of course, there will be much more editing to make sure everything flows better, much more work, but I k.now that it will be worth it
You guys, I am so excited about this book. I can't wait to share it with you. And these changes, no matter how drastic, will make it even better. I promise.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Revisions and rewriting and reviewing
Today, my holiday officially ended.
Today, I began revisions for Stranger in the Mirror. It was the longest, most exhausting novel I've ever written, but definitely the most satisfying. And, as I read what I've written - making necessary grammar/spelling/plot/character changes, I still believe that. I am so proud of this novel. It's going to take lots of work to polish it, but even though it's exhausting, it was and still is so totally worth it.
Today, I began writing my new WIP. Well, I should say, rewriting it. I had written a mystery-hockey story earlier this year. I queried, and while some commented on its uniqueness and I got one partial request, no one bit. I put it aside, wrote other things.
But I had to write this story. Had to. The idea wouldn't let me go.
So I changed it. A bit. Instead of a chick-lit mystery, it will be a YA contemporary mystery. Instead of 3 POV characters, there will be 4. Instead of typing it up, I'll be writing it out first. I have 8 hockey books - everything from a coffee table book with big pictures to more focused books about superstition and rivalries and more. One book is written by Bruce Boudreau, a coach (yes, the Ducks coach). I'm planning to buy a couple of books written by referees and other coaches and players. Plus, I watch every single Ducks game I can, and, when there's nothing on TV and no Law and Order: SVU marathons on, I'll flip over to NHL Network and watch a repeat of a previous game just because I love this sport, whether the Ducks are playing or not.
I want this book to be authentic and to show just how amazing this game is while maintaining well-rounded characters and interesting relationships. So I'm writing it out by hand, like with Stranger in the Mirror, and then typing it up.
I was excited about my initial story, excited to write about hockey through three girls' POV. Now, I'm ecstatic. I'm brimming with excitement at rewriting to make the manuscript even better than it is.
Rewriting is daunting. Besides key scenes here and there, I don't really rewrite because I plan so much before actually writing the story. I know what I'm writing, everything's there for a reason, there's no need to excessively rewrite.
But then, rewriting is fabulous. It's taking your amazing idea - the one that had you so excited you actually finished writing a book about it - and making it better. Fleshing out characters. Adding needed subplots.
I'm 2 chapters in and looking forward to writing the best damn YA hockey book there is.
Finally, today I plotted. Reviewed an idea that's been teetering around in my mind for the past few weeks. Not on paper, but in my mind. You know me, I can't focus on one thing at one time. I have this amazing idea about a new take on angels and demons and our concept of heaven and hell. No, it's not religious. It's more about... perfection vs. imperfection. Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I've been doing a lot today and I can't help but... smile. :) It's like I said, I'm excited. Ecstatic. This is how I know I was born to be a writer.
Today, I began revisions for Stranger in the Mirror. It was the longest, most exhausting novel I've ever written, but definitely the most satisfying. And, as I read what I've written - making necessary grammar/spelling/plot/character changes, I still believe that. I am so proud of this novel. It's going to take lots of work to polish it, but even though it's exhausting, it was and still is so totally worth it.
Today, I began writing my new WIP. Well, I should say, rewriting it. I had written a mystery-hockey story earlier this year. I queried, and while some commented on its uniqueness and I got one partial request, no one bit. I put it aside, wrote other things.
But I had to write this story. Had to. The idea wouldn't let me go.
So I changed it. A bit. Instead of a chick-lit mystery, it will be a YA contemporary mystery. Instead of 3 POV characters, there will be 4. Instead of typing it up, I'll be writing it out first. I have 8 hockey books - everything from a coffee table book with big pictures to more focused books about superstition and rivalries and more. One book is written by Bruce Boudreau, a coach (yes, the Ducks coach). I'm planning to buy a couple of books written by referees and other coaches and players. Plus, I watch every single Ducks game I can, and, when there's nothing on TV and no Law and Order: SVU marathons on, I'll flip over to NHL Network and watch a repeat of a previous game just because I love this sport, whether the Ducks are playing or not.
I want this book to be authentic and to show just how amazing this game is while maintaining well-rounded characters and interesting relationships. So I'm writing it out by hand, like with Stranger in the Mirror, and then typing it up.
I was excited about my initial story, excited to write about hockey through three girls' POV. Now, I'm ecstatic. I'm brimming with excitement at rewriting to make the manuscript even better than it is.
Rewriting is daunting. Besides key scenes here and there, I don't really rewrite because I plan so much before actually writing the story. I know what I'm writing, everything's there for a reason, there's no need to excessively rewrite.
But then, rewriting is fabulous. It's taking your amazing idea - the one that had you so excited you actually finished writing a book about it - and making it better. Fleshing out characters. Adding needed subplots.
I'm 2 chapters in and looking forward to writing the best damn YA hockey book there is.
Finally, today I plotted. Reviewed an idea that's been teetering around in my mind for the past few weeks. Not on paper, but in my mind. You know me, I can't focus on one thing at one time. I have this amazing idea about a new take on angels and demons and our concept of heaven and hell. No, it's not religious. It's more about... perfection vs. imperfection. Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I've been doing a lot today and I can't help but... smile. :) It's like I said, I'm excited. Ecstatic. This is how I know I was born to be a writer.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
9
I love Numerology. I love numbers. But not math. Or physics.
2011 was my 9 Personal Year, which means things coming to an end. And, in truth, that happened. I lost friends. I broke up with my boyfriend. I finished community college. And, to top it all off, I finished the most exhausting novel I've ever written. But it's the one I'm definitely most proud of. (It's 27 chapters and I finished it on the 27th. Sign?)
I'm looking forward to next year. It's my 1 Personal Year, which means the cycle starts over. Things begin.
I have 2 New Years' resolutions that I intend to keep just to myself. They're my secrets, my internal goals. I also have 3 goals I don't mind sharing with you.
1. Write. But not just write. Finish the two novels I have mapped out. Start the (or finish, depending on how long the first two novels take) Stranger in the Mirror sequel.
2. Believe. In life. In love. But most importantly, in myself. Take chances. Remember that life is a gift and that I am an incredibly lucky human being just to be alive.
3. Watch. Ducks games, obviously. As much as I can. And when I can't, listen to them online, in the car, however I can. We have yet to start a streak, but I can feel it coming. Believe in them. Support them. And, more than anything, never, ever give up on them.
So, in total, 5 Resolutions. 5 also happens to be my life path number, by the way.
See? It's all in the numbers.
2011 was my 9 Personal Year, which means things coming to an end. And, in truth, that happened. I lost friends. I broke up with my boyfriend. I finished community college. And, to top it all off, I finished the most exhausting novel I've ever written. But it's the one I'm definitely most proud of. (It's 27 chapters and I finished it on the 27th. Sign?)
I'm looking forward to next year. It's my 1 Personal Year, which means the cycle starts over. Things begin.
I have 2 New Years' resolutions that I intend to keep just to myself. They're my secrets, my internal goals. I also have 3 goals I don't mind sharing with you.
1. Write. But not just write. Finish the two novels I have mapped out. Start the (or finish, depending on how long the first two novels take) Stranger in the Mirror sequel.
2. Believe. In life. In love. But most importantly, in myself. Take chances. Remember that life is a gift and that I am an incredibly lucky human being just to be alive.
3. Watch. Ducks games, obviously. As much as I can. And when I can't, listen to them online, in the car, however I can. We have yet to start a streak, but I can feel it coming. Believe in them. Support them. And, more than anything, never, ever give up on them.
So, in total, 5 Resolutions. 5 also happens to be my life path number, by the way.
See? It's all in the numbers.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Miracles, Christmas and Otherwise
First off, let me start by wishing each and every one of you happy holidays. Whatever you celebrate, I hope you're happy, warm, and safe.
Today, I want to address miracles since Christmas is tomorrow and nearly every Christmas movie has some version of a miracle. Of course, I want to make it clear that I'm not trying to say miracles occur only during Christmas or only for those who celebrate Christmas. Miracles can happen to anyone at any time anywhere.
First off, let me start by saying wholeheartedly that I believe in miracles. I tend to view them, however, in a similar way I view love: I believe in love but it's hard for me to imagine falling in love any time soon. Same with miracles.
The more I got to thinking, the more I started realizing that perhaps I have to be part of my own miracle.
Let me give you an example: my Ducks aren't doing so great. Like, they're losing way more than they're winning. As fans, we want to see our team play, especially when we know there's such talent on the team. Even if they lose, we want to see them play like they care.
That hasn't been happening recently.
It's easy to start to think negatively, to point the finger, to demand trades/firings. I'm sure a lot of people go into the game thinking the Ducks are going to lose. Our opponents might not even take us seriously anymore.
Fine.
Here's the thing: I firmly believe that your beliefs can be put into actions, whether you're conscious of it or not. If fans or players go into the game, waiting to make a mistake, waiting for the other team to score, it's going to happen.
What the team needs now, in my very humble opinion, is support. Every time I flick on the television, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. Every time I step into the Honda Center, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. There have been a couple of times I've caught myself cursing the other team or yelling at our players (yes, I yell at the TV. Don't deny you don't do it too.), but when we do something great, I'll grumble, "Well, that's what you're paid for, isn't it?"
It's totally negative and totally not me!
A Christmas miracle would be for us to win our next game - a road game - against one of our rivals, the San Jose Sharks. And then, win two in a row. And then three. And then start a streak. But in order for a miracle to actually occur, we first have to believe in miracles and believe that we have the power to cause them.
I can't play hockey, and even if I could, I couldn't go play goalie for Jonas Hiller. That's his job. But I can believe in him. I can believe in every player, every coach, and every fan.
Instead of yelling at my television Monday night, I'm going to try and focus on the positives, even when we lose. I might be only one person, but even a little can go a long way.
Today, I want to address miracles since Christmas is tomorrow and nearly every Christmas movie has some version of a miracle. Of course, I want to make it clear that I'm not trying to say miracles occur only during Christmas or only for those who celebrate Christmas. Miracles can happen to anyone at any time anywhere.
First off, let me start by saying wholeheartedly that I believe in miracles. I tend to view them, however, in a similar way I view love: I believe in love but it's hard for me to imagine falling in love any time soon. Same with miracles.
The more I got to thinking, the more I started realizing that perhaps I have to be part of my own miracle.
Let me give you an example: my Ducks aren't doing so great. Like, they're losing way more than they're winning. As fans, we want to see our team play, especially when we know there's such talent on the team. Even if they lose, we want to see them play like they care.
That hasn't been happening recently.
It's easy to start to think negatively, to point the finger, to demand trades/firings. I'm sure a lot of people go into the game thinking the Ducks are going to lose. Our opponents might not even take us seriously anymore.
Fine.
Here's the thing: I firmly believe that your beliefs can be put into actions, whether you're conscious of it or not. If fans or players go into the game, waiting to make a mistake, waiting for the other team to score, it's going to happen.
What the team needs now, in my very humble opinion, is support. Every time I flick on the television, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. Every time I step into the Honda Center, I believe with all my heart that they're going to win. There have been a couple of times I've caught myself cursing the other team or yelling at our players (yes, I yell at the TV. Don't deny you don't do it too.), but when we do something great, I'll grumble, "Well, that's what you're paid for, isn't it?"
It's totally negative and totally not me!
A Christmas miracle would be for us to win our next game - a road game - against one of our rivals, the San Jose Sharks. And then, win two in a row. And then three. And then start a streak. But in order for a miracle to actually occur, we first have to believe in miracles and believe that we have the power to cause them.
I can't play hockey, and even if I could, I couldn't go play goalie for Jonas Hiller. That's his job. But I can believe in him. I can believe in every player, every coach, and every fan.
Instead of yelling at my television Monday night, I'm going to try and focus on the positives, even when we lose. I might be only one person, but even a little can go a long way.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Expectations and Plotting
As you guys know, I'm a plotter.
With my current MS, I had a general idea of my characters and their story but I didn't actually write down specific plans of where I wanted this to go (besides a few notes to remind myself of important things). About halfway through, I knew where I wanted to take the story, so I wrote one sentence plots for each character in each chapter.
Except, as I'm learning, my characters pull me in another direction in order to make sure I tell their story rather than their story through my point of view.
For instance, today, I was supposed to have my MC, Sophie, make up with her love interest Will after a tense fight. Instead, she basically tells him she deserves better than some guy who runs away when things get tough, who doesn't build relationships with people so he doesn't get hurt. Will's a good guy, don't get me wrong, and he'll continue to be Sophie's love interest. But after writing that - being possessed by Sophie's spirit, more likely - I was so proud of her.
One day, you guys will read the scene I'm talking about, and I hope you're proud of her too. It should be noted, though, that the scene wasn't exactly written in the stars, but Sophie made me write it down anyways.
With my current MS, I had a general idea of my characters and their story but I didn't actually write down specific plans of where I wanted this to go (besides a few notes to remind myself of important things). About halfway through, I knew where I wanted to take the story, so I wrote one sentence plots for each character in each chapter.
Except, as I'm learning, my characters pull me in another direction in order to make sure I tell their story rather than their story through my point of view.
For instance, today, I was supposed to have my MC, Sophie, make up with her love interest Will after a tense fight. Instead, she basically tells him she deserves better than some guy who runs away when things get tough, who doesn't build relationships with people so he doesn't get hurt. Will's a good guy, don't get me wrong, and he'll continue to be Sophie's love interest. But after writing that - being possessed by Sophie's spirit, more likely - I was so proud of her.
One day, you guys will read the scene I'm talking about, and I hope you're proud of her too. It should be noted, though, that the scene wasn't exactly written in the stars, but Sophie made me write it down anyways.
Friday, December 16, 2011
22
Do you guys have favorite numbers, or numbers that just randomly keep popping up in your life?
Mine is 22. There are many things that have happened to me on the 22nd of the month. My uncle died on the 22nd. My grandfather died on the 22nd. Johny Dillinger was both born and died on the 22nd. Goatboy and I broke up on the 22nd.
The 22nd of every month used to unnerve me. It was never a great day. Sometimes it wasn't horrible, but it was below normal.
November 30th, I turned 22. Beforehand, I was worried. I didn't want this year to be meh. Below normal. But the crazy thing is - this year has been pretty boss.
Take my birthday for example. Last year, celebrating my 21st, I rented a small yacht and had 20 of my friends and a Jack Sparrow impersonator party and dance as we sailed up and down the harbor. This year, my mom picked up a specially designed Ducks carrot cake (my favorite), my brother got me a couple of DVDs, and then me and my brother went to a Ducks game where we snapped a losing streak and won 4-1 over the Canadiens. It wasn't a huge birthday, I celebrated it with pretty much my family, and I didn't do anything too special. But it was perfect. My team won. My day was pretty good. And I didn't have to worry about friends having fun and a boyfriend remembering that yes, today was my birthday.
Since then? I've been happier. Much happier than I was at 21. It's like I'm owning 22, and it hasn't even been a month yet.
And now, I'm looking forward to the 22nd. I can't wait to see what every new day will bring. Because, for whatever reason, I know I'll be able to handle it.
Try and catch me now, 21!
Mine is 22. There are many things that have happened to me on the 22nd of the month. My uncle died on the 22nd. My grandfather died on the 22nd. Johny Dillinger was both born and died on the 22nd. Goatboy and I broke up on the 22nd.
The 22nd of every month used to unnerve me. It was never a great day. Sometimes it wasn't horrible, but it was below normal.
November 30th, I turned 22. Beforehand, I was worried. I didn't want this year to be meh. Below normal. But the crazy thing is - this year has been pretty boss.
Take my birthday for example. Last year, celebrating my 21st, I rented a small yacht and had 20 of my friends and a Jack Sparrow impersonator party and dance as we sailed up and down the harbor. This year, my mom picked up a specially designed Ducks carrot cake (my favorite), my brother got me a couple of DVDs, and then me and my brother went to a Ducks game where we snapped a losing streak and won 4-1 over the Canadiens. It wasn't a huge birthday, I celebrated it with pretty much my family, and I didn't do anything too special. But it was perfect. My team won. My day was pretty good. And I didn't have to worry about friends having fun and a boyfriend remembering that yes, today was my birthday.
Since then? I've been happier. Much happier than I was at 21. It's like I'm owning 22, and it hasn't even been a month yet.
And now, I'm looking forward to the 22nd. I can't wait to see what every new day will bring. Because, for whatever reason, I know I'll be able to handle it.
Try and catch me now, 21!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Dear Anaheim Ducks,
Today is my birthday, and, in celebration, me and my brother are going to the game tonight.
I won't be holding up a sign that tells everyone that I was born twenty-two years ago. My picture won't be on the scoreboard. I'm not going to ask you for kisses or propose marriage to you. The only thing I want from you tonight is a win. Because I know you can win.
There's no need to fire people, to trade anyone, to snatch captaincy away. You have all the parts you need.
I still and will continue to believe in you, no matter what happens. Because that's what fans do.
I may not be able to go to every game, but I watch every game. I may not be able to purchase all of your merchandise or go to watch parties or attend all of the amazing activities you hold every year. I still don't understand certain things, especially player stats and why people get kicked out of a faceoff. But I believe in you.
I'm looking forward to watching you play tonight. Hockey is something that makes me so incredibly happy, so thank you for providing me with that, especially with a home game on my birthday.
Good luck tonight and all the best!
Sincerely,
Heather
I won't be holding up a sign that tells everyone that I was born twenty-two years ago. My picture won't be on the scoreboard. I'm not going to ask you for kisses or propose marriage to you. The only thing I want from you tonight is a win. Because I know you can win.
There's no need to fire people, to trade anyone, to snatch captaincy away. You have all the parts you need.
I still and will continue to believe in you, no matter what happens. Because that's what fans do.
I may not be able to go to every game, but I watch every game. I may not be able to purchase all of your merchandise or go to watch parties or attend all of the amazing activities you hold every year. I still don't understand certain things, especially player stats and why people get kicked out of a faceoff. But I believe in you.
I'm looking forward to watching you play tonight. Hockey is something that makes me so incredibly happy, so thank you for providing me with that, especially with a home game on my birthday.
Good luck tonight and all the best!
Sincerely,
Heather
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