Jayme Woods

Writer. Geek. Adventurer.


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Happy Sister’s Day!

It’s just been brought to my attention that today is Sister’s Day. My first thought was: How did I not know this?! I have the best sisters ever!

My next thought, as it often is, was The Goonies:

goonies brand edited

Poor Brand. As much as I love Mikey, I have to admit: Brand’s sort of missing out. Sisters are special things. You might fight with them – but never as hard as you’d fight for them. You can tell them anything without ever worrying they’ll spill because, let’s face it, you’ve got just as much dirt on them. Sure, when you split lemon meringue pie your sister might eat all of the lemon and leave you nothing but meringue…

GIF credit to the fantabulous Sara

GIF credit to the fantabulous Sara

…but she’ll also swap her Red Ranger card for your lame Madam Woe because she knows Red is your favorite. She’ll do your hair and makeup for your first dance – and your first photo shoot. And, if your sisters are as awesome as mine, they’ll sing “That Thing You Do” with you nonstop for the entire drive to Disney (sorry, Mom and Dad) because it really is that great a song.

So to all you sisters out there thanks for being awesome! And to my sisters: thanks for always being there, even when “being there” meant reading endless drafts of manuscripts and query letters and *gasp* notes to boys. Y’all are the best!

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Happy Father’s Day!

Fun fact: I love sports movies. I live for that moment near the end, the darkest moment, the moment when it looks like Goliath is about to stomp on little David. Why? Because that’s when the coach steps up, puts on his big boy shorts, and delivers a speech that rouses the team and leaves entire theaters (okay, just me) in tears.

Those coaches have something in common.

They’ve got nothing on my dad.

That’s right, when it comes to motivational speeches my dad is, simply put, the man. His speeches have gotten me through school drama, boy drama, life drama, and pretty much everything in between.

If there’s one thing my dad’s taught me, it’s to believe in my dreams. Any time I start to doubt this whole writing thing, he reminds me that wasting time worrying is, well, a waste of time. He advises me 99% of success is working harder and longer than anyone else. And, when he says he believes in me, it’s not just words – he really means it. Even after all the horrible first drafts he’s had to endure (and, let’s be real, horrible second, third, and fourth drafts), even after all the rejection letters, he’s never stopped encouraging me. Not once.

Most importantly, if I’m ever frustrated, he reminds me why I write. It’s not for fame or fortune. As awesome as it would be (like really, really awesome), it’s not even about getting published, not really. To paraphrase The Little Giants: I write because I want to. I write because it’s fun.

So thanks, Dad, for reminding me it isn’t whether you win or lose, not in sports, and not in life. It’s how you play the game. That means picking yourself up as often as you have to and doing it with a smile. It means, if you’re doing what you love, it doesn’t matter what the scoreboard says. You’re already a winner.

To everyone out there chasing their dream, if you’re maybe feeling a little beaten up, if the clock is ticking down and you feel hopelessly behind, remember: In this lifetime you don’t have to prove nothin’ to nobody. Except yourself. Even if the world beats you 99 times out of 100, that still leaves one time. Your time. So go out there and take it! I know I’m going to.

Right after I go hug my dad.

P.S. Ten coolness points if you can identify all the sports movie references in that last bit. 🙂