Most of the time I think I’m alone here and any attention comes as a nice surprise. And I’m trying to be versatile. At least in my thinking.
So, the award asks for a link back to the giver. Done.
Share 7 things about yourself. Hmmm. What could possibly be interesting at this point? Well, I won’t try for interesting and see what happens.
1. I want and hate attention, and when I get awards I tend to take them home and hide them in the back of the closet. I got a trophy for a poem once. Eventually threw it away. Now my son wins trophies and medals and I find places to display them.
2. I caused a fender bender a few days before Christmas and I’m in something of a snit about it. In 27 years of driving and I’ve never hit another car. But that doesn’t matter when the officer gives the ticket for $167 and the only damage to the other car was a bit of paint off the fender under the license plate and the driver of the other car wouldn’t acknowledge me until the police arrived. My fault though. So. I can’t say anything in my defense.
The lady was actually quite nice when she finally did speak to me. “Now don’t you let this ruin your holiday!”
3. One of my least favorite ordinary questions is: what do you want to eat?
4. My mother’s death from an aortic aneurysm was terrible. But I’ve always been secretly glad it happened at work. If it hadn’t happened at work it might have happened when she was alone in her apartment. It would’ve been days before anyone found her. Or it might have happened while she was driving on the Interstate. I’m sorry for her coworkers, but…
5. For a few years I believed that I could make this writing career thing work with enough determination. That belief has changed.
6. I’m a wee bit irritated that my boss waited until after I left the meeting to announce his plans to resign, and then no one from work contacted me to let me know. I got the news through a facebook status update. Wouldn’t that annoy you?
7. If they ever invent a pill that makes sleep unnecessary, I’m going to take it.
The next step is to link to 15 blogs you enjoy reading.
This is where things get tricky because part of me thinks a shout out to some blogging friends is a good thing. You wouldn’t mind if I said I liked your blog, right? But another part of me thinks that you don’t want to share things and find 15 other blogs to link to and it seems like a lot of work. But then I think it isn’t that much work, and you must like 15 other blogs you’d like to give attention to, right? But maybe this feels like social pressure and it strikes you as chain-lettery and popularity seeking…
oh, whatever…I’m going to link to blogs I like and if that happens to be you–carry on as you wish. I like you and just want to say so. I like Nancy too so I want to play along. I do suspect a couple of folks of reacting with a rather aurgh-I-don’t-want-to-get-sucked-into-this sort of reply. Gnash your teeth and pretend you saw nothing here.
If I don’t link to you it is probably because I’m flawed and miss great things all the time.
1. Running After My Hat. His Friday posts are the best if you like poetry, quotes, and other gems.
2. Shelly Lowenkopf. read his blog because you probably can’t get to his class.
3. 7 Impossible Things before Breakfast. I love this blog but avoid it often because it is impossible to read just one post and then I miss breakfast.
4. Sherri Blossoms. Because she’s a writer that understands me.
5. The Querulous Squirrel. Querulous and sharp. We need more of that.
6. Warrior Girl. Writer and artist. I’ve got one of her pictures on my wall. Now if only I could have a book by her on my shelf…
7. Write out in the Open. I just discovered a friend has this blog and she’s been writing about her mother’s death. I hope she keeps writing.
8. And the Walls Came Tumbling Down. Aother soul I’ve met in cyberspace whose point of view and insights I like.
9. The Gray Pen. A young man who writes. I noticed he hasn’t been blogging lately and I think he has a lot of things getting in the way. Maybe a nudge from new readers would get him back to writing again.
10. Ami McKay. My college roommate who is a published author! Buy her books, people!
I’m going to think about them and post them later. Who knows what will pop into my head before I fall asleep.
I quad speed skate. Can’t believe at my age I’m saying that, but life is like that. My son and husband inline speed skate.
As with anything, a certain vocabulary goes with it. My new vocabulary: quads, trucks, brownies, fast to fastest, power crosses, right foot push, under push, put the hammer down, lap and hook, derby skins, 100s, 110s, a lap race, planks, burpies, get low, EZfits, tags, in the box, a pyramid drill, and sandbagging.
Our coach likes to say, “Don’t do anything stupid.” “Keep those legs moving.” “Hustle.” and “Get lower!”
Skaters say things to each other like, “You can do anything for 30 seconds.” and “Go get her!” “Your core!”
And as I go as hard as I can around the rink, legs hurting, back hurting, sweat under my helmet and down my back, I often think–writing a novel is like this.
Well, minus the dripping sweat.
What else do you do in your life that in some weird way is like writing?