Every year, a local jeweler hosts something called a Diamond Dash. It’s essentially a scavenger hunt, cleverly disguised as an opportunity to win a diamond ring. You pay to enter, and using your phone (to get SMS alerts), and any other means (i.e. bikes/scooters/segways/hoverboards/feet/etc…), you run your butt ragged around a downtown metropolitan area (complete with regular traffic) to find clues and solve riddles, which in turn, earns you points to possibly get a chance to win some cool stuff.
Sounds pretty cool, right? Not when you’re close to 300 pounds and a very competitive couch potato, it seems.
I know I’m not the only one that’s been standing here, tapping my foot and waiting for Spring to finally pop its sleepy head around the corner. But enough about that…
If you’re anything like me, you’ve been ingrained with this inner editor (I call mine, Mr. Editor) based upon years and years of school trying to prevent you from embarrassing yourself. Or, maybe you don’t… maybe you have this niggling little feeling deep inside when something just doesn’t sound right… or flow correctly. Whatever you may happen to have… how do we turn it off while writing?
