Thanks to the National Football League, now you too can turn any old t-shirt into a brand name t-shirt with this simple trick.
Just before Robert Griffin (quarterback for the Washington Redskins) was about to give a press conference, officials from the NFL told him he could not wear his t-shirt because (the “official” reason) it was not a Nike t-shirt. Their solution to the dilemma? Turn the shirt inside out and whamo! It’s now a Nike t-shirt.
It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with what was written on the shirt, could it? Certainly not. With all the issues of violence and arrests that are currently plaguing the NFL, they surely have better things to concern themselves with, right?
I’ve only let a few people view the first half of my current work in progress, my novella, The Red Bridge. And of those few people, 100% of them are people who personally know me. It wasn’t until last year that I ventured out and let strangers look at my work.
Last November I posted the first chapter of The Red Bridge on a writing critique site. Unfortunately, I chose the worst possible time to do this as those who regularly offer critiques were in the middle of NaNoWriMo. Because of my impeccable timing I received only two responses, but that was two more than I would have had if I had never taken that step.
As anxious as I was to read what strangers would say about my work, I was also fearful about how my work would be received. But that fear turned to joy after I received the two critiques because . . . they actually liked it.
Sure, they had several areas of suggested improvements, but (because I am my own worst critic) their compliments about my work took me by surprise.
Here are the two compliments I received:
“The language here is full and robust and a pleasure to read.”
“You do have a flow to your words and a descriptive prose that makes what you have written a pleasure to read.”
I was truly humbled and honored that two individuals who I do not know described my labor of love in such a manner. And even more importantly, their words provided me with encouragement to continue in the world’s loneliest craft.