My conversation with Mickey this week started off a little frightful: we were just talking about the weather. I had a moment of, “OH MY GOD WE HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER :(“, but one gem emerged from talk of the heat.
Mickey mentioned the car she is getting. “I’m worried about the car I’m getting because it doesn’t have air conditioning. It’s like, a Nissan from the seventies and it belonged to Grandpa,” she said.
First off, I know that car all too well as my Grandfather’s death led to my Father being given his car. Moreover, my trips back home are now blessed by memories of driving around with my Grandfather listening to Angela’s Ashes on tape in that car. Secondly, it is not from the seventies – it is a Nissan Sentra from 1994.
I tell Mickey, laughing, “That car is from 1994.”
“Well, it’s still older than me!”
“But, it is not from the seventies!”
We laugh and Mickey resumes what is being most talked about in her world: “There hasn’t been much going on besides the E. coli breakout in Europe. We’ve been talking about cotillion a lot, as you know. Oh, there’s talk that we may be moving next year.”
“What.com!” I scream into the phone. Never have I ever heard talk of my family moving recently until now.
“We might have to move to Washington, DC. But that’s all talk right now.”
“You guys would have to move for work?”
“Yeah. It may be somewhere else, but that is the only place I’ve heard come up in conversation. I’d love to move!”
It is very obvious that Mickey is bored in her current town and wanderlust is setting in, especially considering that my siblings and I are used to only living in places for two years at a time thanks to the military. My family has been stationary in Augusta since 1999. Moving is exciting news.
I blurt out in selfish crassness, “I would love it if you guys moved. Especially to DC!” I say that so excitedly because I went to college in Washington, DC and was practically formed in that city. Not to mention I have tons and tons and tons of ~*~tHeAtRe~*~ friends and professors there.
Mickey pipes back, “I wouldn’t care about switching schools to go live somewhere else because that’d be so cool. I think Dad is worried about me making new friends and things. But I’m a talker and I make friends easily. That made him feel better if we have to move.”
“What’s the likelihood of moving?”
“I think 50/50 because we’ve been talking about it a good amount. But I don’t know.”
“That’d be cool but we would never have a reason to go back to Georgia. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. I’d definitely visit Atlanta to see friends, though.”
We chat a bit about how exciting and potentially sad a move would be. Yet we both know that a “moving scare” occurs once every three or four years and the actual likelihood of moving is 70/30.
Next, Mickey and I had something very important to talk about: Mickey wants to start blogging. When she asked, I thought to myself, “Oh! Mickey wants to follow in my trade! What a lucky boy I am!” Instead, it seemed to reflect where the times are going: everyone and everything is on the Internet. I don’t know why this surprised me because literally everything is online – even my dog has a Twitter!! Mickey has a blog but wants to take it more seriously. I asked her what she wanted to write about.
“My idea is based off of an article I wrote on my own blog called Great Finds in Unexpected Places,” she said, ready to pitch to me. “Mom and I are going to the Salvation Army every week to look for cool things. A couple weeks ago, I found really great, funny work-out outfits and five entertainment magazines from the nineteen nineties. I want to start collecting things and taking photos of cool things I find. Hopefully, I don’t turn into a Hoarder. Maybe I could also use this to talk about bands and stuff too?”
It seemed to me as if Mickey had a little too much floating in her head around for possibilities. Blogs and blog writing are about having a specific point of view – not necessarily about being a dump for general “things.”
“I wanted to talk to you because I don’t know what to do,” she said.
“I think this sounds good but it could be too limiting? As in, finding stuff in thrift stores is super cool but needs to appeal to more people. But if you research something, you find and share information about it and maybe even find where people can get it themselves online, that could be cool. I think just making a connection with people who could be located anywhere is key.”
I felt my fake-editor’s leash cutting off her circulation and I backpedalled a little bit so as to not scare her with how large the Internet world is: “Actually, I think you have liberties because you are young.”
“Yeah, but people want your point of view! I can tell the fact that these other kid writers live in big cities intimidates you. Don’t stress about it: make it funny and quirky and you!”
“Have you read my blog?”
Oh, dear: I just got caught for not reading her blog – how do I respond????
“I have… but, I haven’t read it in a while,” I say sheepishly.
I instantly felt guilty for that response. I felt like a liar. It was as if my Grandmother had asked me if I had read the card she sent me when I, instead, just snatched the $20 out of it and then my Grandmother disappeared because I was selfish. I learned at this moment that it is very selfish of me to tell everyone “Hey, read my blogging… now!” but then not read their work. Shame, shame, shame on me!
“How long do posts need to be? Do they need to be super long?”
“They don’t have to be long at all. I think people like things short, actually. I, personally, just get long winded .”
“I just want to make sure there is substance to my articles instead of crap people won’t read.”
“You are going to be fine because you are new to it all. You aren’t an old man like me, Little Miss.”
With that, I open the discussion to everyone reading: what do you guys think? If I nudge Ms. Mickey Fitzpatrick to blog, what would you like to hear? I certainly want to hear more about cotillion. Let her know what you think in the comments!