Innit totally awesome? I get to share 10 things about myself, and pass the award on to another 6 bloggers. The ten things aren't that hard, but the bloggers--man, everyone's so creative! Can't I just award it to everyone?
No.
FINE. I'll pick. Lemme see... Okay, how's this? I'll pick six new blogs I've found recently. Will that work?
Whatever. Just get on with it.
All right, here we go:
Cindy Dwyer
Dan H. Kind
Monica Enderle Pierce
Rick Bylina
Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall
Nick Rose
My six awardees, for their outstanding creativity. They're all different: hilarious or serious, all are outstanding writers, and you're missing out if you haven't been by their blogs yet.
Now: ten things about me. Things no one knows. Well, maybe my boyfriend. But he'd never tell.
1 Sydney Sheldon is a guilty pleasure.
2 I'm a procrastinator of the absolute worst kind. My old car has been sitting in the garage for thirteen months. Unused. I haven't even advertised it for sale. I know. Yes, I know.
3 I have twenty-eight handbags. I use maybe two in any given month. Usually the same two. But I'm always on the lookout for new, cool, ones.
4 I'm not a fan of jewelry, unless it's radical: handcrafted, original and unique, or otherwise super special.
5 I bought my first laptop in 2007--a white MacBook. It's the one I'm writing this on. Heavy as a load of bricks, but I can't bear to part with it.
6 Emmanuelle is the sexiest book I've read. The movie, as old as it is, wasn't too bad (but the book is better).
7 I watched The Exorcist when I was about seven. Didn't faze me. But a year later I watched Prom Night (anyone remember that movie?). For years afterwards I was terrified of the dark--kept thinking a psycho killer waited in every shadow. When I was thirteen or so, I got fed up and decided to kick fear's ass. Every night for months, I'd walk the whole house--a big house, six bedrooms, sprawling 1000 square kms--alone, without any lights. It worked.
8 I know very little about my father. No, he wasn't an absent dad--I lived with him until he died, when I was 19. But he didn't talk much about himself, and I didn't ask much, either. His family and I weren't close, grew even further apart after he passed. I wish I'd asked more.
9 For me, life's not about being happy. It's about exhilaration, the intensity of the experience. I should live in the Middle East, at least Mexico City, and not in a secluded Caribbean island.
10 My favorite time of day is when I go to bed. I read for a while, then turn out the light and curl up against my boyfriend. To feel his arm around me and hear his sleepy voice whisper, "welterusten", is the perfect close to any day.
So. I've shared. Bared my soul to you--yes, you, out there in cyberspace. Now it's your turn. Share a deep dark secret of your own in the comments below, if you dare :)
Thanks for the visit, and remember to visit my awesome awardees!
G
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