The Character Therapist: Writer's Guide Giveaway!

Monday, July 22, 2013

Writer's Guide Giveaway!

I'm taking off to enjoy a vacation with my family. I'll be the licensed counselor on site for a summer camp for 8th and 9th graders my husband is co-directing. It should be outstanding weather the entire week, but that's nothing unusual for Northern California.

Check out where I'll be:

It's just a beautiful area. Can't wait!

At any rate, until I'm back Friday with my Dear Jeannie column, I hoped to have some fun with a giveaway for a Writer's Guide of the winner's choice.

All you have to do to be entered is answer the prompt below. A panel of me, myself, and I will judge for entertainment value. Spread the word with the facebook and twitter buttons below, and you'll get extra entries.

You ready? Here is the prompt:

Regale me with your summer camp stories:

horrors, comedies, dramas, romances...you name it.

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Nancy Kimball · 609 weeks ago

HORROR/COMEDY: Church summer camp and my youth group which includes my younger brother is all huddled in a circle listening to our leader. I sneeze, a few people say bless you, but no one really looks at me which is a good thing because I have about a six to seven inch string of snot now hanging from my left nostril. I start to wipe it with my bare hand, disgusted to do so but scanning the circle to see if anyone has seen it or if I try to excuse myself will it swing every direction or break off. My younger brother makes eye contact with me, his eyes go wide and I know he's about to point and laugh or something so I do the only thing a person can do in that situation. I sucked it back up my nose as hard as I could, which worked, but worked loudly. To which my brother immediately cracked up laughing, I was ready to throw up from the gagging sensation, and fourteen or so of my closest friends want to know what just happened. =)

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Jackie · 609 weeks ago

I worked as a camp counselor one summer. I was fine with different ages and different themes. Music, crafts, sports whatever it was I could handle it.
I was always in a cabin full of girls. We'd walk to the restrooms and we'd walk to meals. Everything was a good distance from our cabin. I thought this was rustic and I was good with it.
Then came the three day "tent" camp with third grade city girls.
It rained EVERY day. We were farther from the restrooms. These girls were miserable and they weren't afraid to tell me how much they hated camp. They cried and cried and cried.
I almost cried. Then came the night of the mouse. You never heard search screaming. Because we were in tents we didn't even have a bunk bed to jump up on.
Somehow I bonded with those little girls. Must have been God's grace. But we were all very happy when their parents arrived to pick them up.
Needless to say, I never agreed to counsel for "tent" camp again.
Give me a Non-airconditoned cabin any day.

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denanetherton 1p · 609 weeks ago

I was a camp counselor for eighth grade girls. One night, in our cabin after the lights were turned off, the door to the bathroom started moving back and forth. Then one of the latrine doors squeaked open and slammed shut. No one was in the bathroom and after I got up and checked I found no strings or any other way this could have happened. Creeeepy. Needless to say, we were all too frightened to remain in that cabin. We all moved in with the ninth graders and slept on their cabin floor that night.

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Addy Rae · 609 weeks ago

I went to a Girl Scout summer camp when I was about eight. It was a lovely campground just off the Rainbow River I think. Not sure of the river name, but near San Antonio. The weather was hot and breezy, and as we went to bed that night we listened to thunder way off in the distance, far enough we couldn't even see clouds. We left the cabin windows open to the breeze and fell asleep in comfort.

Then, it was three in the morning, counselors were yelling, rushing into the cabins, pulling us out of our bunks, not even letting us grab our clothing, just pulling us towards the parking lot, barefoot and in pajamas. It wasn't raining though we could hear thunder, no reason that we could see to be upset. Then there was a rumbling that got louder and louder, and the ground vibrated and water rose up into the camp. We evacuated just ahead of it, each of us dropped off at our surprised parents' without any of our stuff. It hadn't even rained in our area, but a flash flood had run down our river far enough to reach us nearly forty miles from the storm.

We did get most of our stuff back the next day, whatever wasn't on the floors of the cabins was dry even. It didn't get very deep in the cabin area, butt the rest of the area washed out. Talk about the exciting story for my eight year old self when school started!

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jeanniecampbell 76p · 608 weeks ago

Addy...I'd like to gift you the writer's guide...but you left no way to get in touch with you! I hope that you see that I've replied here. If I haven't heard back from you, I'll select another story. Thanks for participating!

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Worried in Wisconsin · 608 weeks ago

Oh, I'm sorry! Thank you very much!

addyrae.heldt@gmail.com is my email. Your page isn't loading right for some reason (I'm on a very slow connection right now) so I can't seem to figure out where your contact page is or I'd contact you directly.