Our Eyes Are Fixed On: Amanda Woodard

Amanda-Woodward

Avid reader and writer, Amanda Woodard, will make her debut on the Oral Fixation stage for “Ducks in a Row.”

Amanda Woodard is a junior at University of North Texas. When she isn’t studying, she writes her first novel, quickly loses interest in books which are not life-changing, and points out unintentional puns. Amanda lives in the Dallas Arts District with her partner, Courtney, and their giant mystery dog, Hiro.

Fixated Facts: 

What inspired you to participate in Oral Fixation? I live to write. Recently, I’ve been writing a lot of nonfiction. I find it both challenging and liberating.

What is your favorite smell? Honeysuckle.

If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be and why? I would meet J.K. Rowling because the Harry Potter series saved my childhood.

What is your favorite Dallas hangout? I love going to the Dallas Museum of Art.

What is the best book you’ve read in the last decade and why would you recommend it? Watchmen was the best book I’ve read because of how human these fantastical characters seemed. I felt that each character expressed, pretty effectively for a graphic novel, the duality of humankind. Everything is gray—there is not black or white.

Sneak Peek: “I had this vision of us, me and Courtney: a glimpse of us riding our bikes down the sidewalks near our new apartment. We gaze into each others’ eyes, the wind ruffling our hair, and we are just so full of joy that it spills out of us through our laughter. In just six weeks, this picturesque premonition could be a reality. There was just one problem: I, at 22 years old, had never learned how to ride a bicycle.”

Don’t miss Amanda’s charming story about learning to ride a bike a little later in life on April 14th! 

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Kay Lea
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Amanda, I thought you did a great job last night, thank you for sharing your story. Funny, my poem of the day from the Writer’s Almanac yesterday was related! Here it is:
Teaching Mavis to Ride a Bike
by Faith Shearin

We practiced in Baltimore’s alleys with her dress
tucked in so it would not catch in her wheels.

It was late summer and we waited until after supper
when the sun melts. I held the seat and handlebars

and she pedaled as fast as she could. She has
such thin legs, such balance. It did not take

long before she left me standing in place:
hands in my pockets, throat full of hope.

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