29 Sep 2014 9 Comments
I’ve been given an award! Okay, so it’s not a Pulitzer Prize, but who wants that kind of pressure anyway? I’ve been passed the One Lovely Blog Award by the talented Emma Gray. You can read her award-winning post on her fabulous blog. She’s the author of Party Games and the soon-to-be-published sequel Power Play. I have not yet read her books, but they are on my list. Take a moment to explore Emma’s fictional world.
Now on to the purpose of this post, which isn’t actually to brag about my stunning award. This is a kind of blog hop, and there are rules. Always rules. Many of you know that I don’t follow rules well, but I will make my best attempt here. The rules are:
- Thank the person who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
- Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.
- Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.
15 people? Seriously? So much for following rules. I don’t know 15 people who regularly blog and have not yet been tagged – or who wouldn’t toss me under a bus for nominating them. Anyway, we’ll start at the beginning. You see, I didn’t even manage to follow the first rule correctly. Did I properly thank Emma? Apparently not. Geesh. Thank you, Emma!
Now on to #2. Seven things you probably don’t know about me. Well, okay, but be forewarned that I’m in a bit of an odd mood today. My seven things:
#1: I had bright blue eyes and red hair until shortly after I turned six months old. My mother probably sobbed for hours when she woke up one morning and found her child had morphed into a brown-eyed, brown-haired commoner.
#2: In my younger days, I dated a hippie, a rock musician, and a biker. (Not all at the same time.) My parents probably should have confined me to a closet until I turned 25. My mother very well might have if my father hadn’t intervened.
#3: My two baby toes lay on top of the toes beside them. It’s some sort of genetic malfunction, passed down to me by my great-grandfather. I can’t move those baby toes off the other toes. Well, I can with my fingers, but they won’t stay. My mother used to tape them straight in hopes that they’d correct themselves. They didn’t. Obviously. Aside from the occasional problem with shoes, they don’t bother me. And they’re useful in changing rooms when shopping with friends. They can see my feet under the door and always know which room I’m in.
#4: I hate peanut butter. Despise it. Ever since childhood, the stuff has made me gag. At a Christmas party a few years ago, I made the mistake of picking up and biting into a cookie I thought was chocolate chip. It turned out to be peanut butter chocolate chip. Holy taste bud explosion! I bit down once, then immediately spit the piece out onto my plate. As I spluttered, I reached for my drink and drained my glass dry to wash away the taste. The unfortunate part was that I happened to be standing beside the woman who’d made the cookies. I don’t think she was amused.
#5: I’ve been a vegetarian for 17 years. The smell of cooking meat makes me queasy and I’m not happy about sharing my kitchen with my husband the carnivore.
#6: When I was a teenager, I used to pretend I could sing like Pat Benatar, Nancy Wilson (from Heart), or Stevie Nicks. I’d crank the volume, close my eyes, and imagine myself up on stage singing their words. I had entire scenarios, in which I was the lead rock star of my imaginary world. The biggest problem here is that I can’t even whisper in tune.
#7: I’ve always been a “writer”, in the loosest terms of the definition. I wrote silly little picture book stories when I was very young. Then my teen years came, and I went through this intensely embarrassing period of poetry writing. All that teen angst – and I had a lot of it – poured out in poetic form, all over the innocent pages. Top that off with a heavy dose of Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and Black Sabbath. Mind-melting music, dark moods, and oh the misery I wrote! I do not share that poetry because it is truly and utterly horrific. But I’ve invited you to giggle at my toes, so why not my poetry? Here is one from my mid teens:
How far is it to the end of sanity?
How close can I step before I fall?
The road stretches out ahead of me.
The blackness around me builds a wall.
I feel it all. I feel nothing. I am sinking.
With each moment, a piece of me dies.
I search for answers, for a truth I can cling to.
I keep digging but all I find are the lies.
All right, stop the giggling, gasping, and eye rolling. For those of you who haven’t read my novels, I swear they are not nearly this bad.
Now on to tagging a million people to take this challenge. I hereby pass The Lovely Blog Award on to: Maria Savva, Geoffrey West, Jennifer Lane, Michael Radcliffe, Ben Ditmars, and Helle Gade. Not quite a million, I know. That’s what I get for being an introvert with dogs for best friends.
Thanks for reading.