When I first started this blog, I wasn’t sure what it would become. Rants about parking lot villains? Sure, why not! Recounting my horrible customer service experiences? Yes, sir.
Naturally, I decided to go anonymous.
Soon after I began the blog, though, it became less of a place to rant, and more of a how-’bout-I-chronicle-my-novel-writing-project? sort of place. Now that I’ve built a community of amazing, supportive writer friends — and because I don’t rant much anymore¹ — I decided to attach my name to it. And a picture. See the sidebar.
Let me just pause here to say a HUGE part of why I went ahead and did this was to impress my software-engineer husband with taking the initiative to learn a little HTML to make it happen. That was just the thing that pushed me over the edge, though. Most of you already know my name, I just hadn’t officially added it to the blog yet.
Okay. So, in honor of that, I thought I’d do a little personal post today. What the heck, right? It’s Friday. I’m editing. It’s a good little break from revising, so here we go!
(Side note: for a less-crammed version of the stuff that follows, make sure you’ve clicked on the actual post and are not just on the home page. It’s more spread out that way.)
10 Things You Never Knew You Always Wanted To Know
(Or, Maybe Not. But Whatever.)
- I get my hair from both of my parents: curls from my dad, color from my mom. The picture I posted makes it look darker than it actually is. For a decade, I had fear of phobic proportions of getting my hair cut. Finally, I found something that works. Want to read more about my hair trauma? Here you go.
- I LOVE artichokes. Load up the plate, please, with as many as you can give me. Please do not forget, especially if we’ve ordered take-out, because my poor husband has to see me get all dejected over it.
- I can say “You smell like cheese,” in five languages. They include Japanese, Norwegian, English, Spanish, and sign language. I can also say my fair share of “I love you” to much of the world, though that phrase doesn’t work too well with the first one. I can sing “Jesus loves the little children” in Norwegian, and also recite a random Bible verse in the same language. Perhaps you can tell that I had a Norwegian roommate in college?
- I love rain. Hate lightning, but love rain. I think this is because some of my favorite memories happened in rain storms — I remember watching storms with my dad from our front porch when I was little; also, I rode a bicycle for a couple miles in the rain, alone, in Shanghai one night, a memory that brings back feelings of independence, confidence, and complete surreality. Rain inspires, rather than depresses, me.
- I only went to two weeks of first grade, then skipped to second. I often wonder what my life would be like if things had been different. When I wonder these things, I’m thankful things happened the way they did.
- I learned how to sing on a steady diet of Mariah Carey and show tunes. My mom is a music teacher, so I grew up around it. I play the piano and the guitar, and played the bassoon for seven years all through school.
- I’m a Bible-believing Christian. Some of you believe the same way I do, some of you believe the exact opposite. Some of you are in-between, or don’t believe in anything. I love you all. Oh yeah, and I collect Bibles in all sorts of languages: some of the more unusual ones include Icelandic, Dutch, Russian, and Chinese.
- One of my favorite cookbooks is huge and yellow, and it’s from Gourmet magazine. I love to try recipes from it — it has the best instructions, and backstory, of any other cookbook I own. Everything I’ve tried from it has come out perfect, with the exception of the gingerbread pancakes, which I’ve attempted — and failed at — no less than four times.
- I want to live near the ocean, or the mountains. Probably would choose oceans over mountains, if given the choice. I live near neither. Even the lakes aren’t exactly inspiring around here.
- Once upon a time, my idea of working out was defined as such: walk a single lap around the trail at the park, twice per year. These days, I actually enjoy running, weight training, yoga, and even doing planks and side planks and all those other things that hurt. I continue to learn discipline, daily, whether it’s at the gym, or writing from my computer, or being wise with finances.
- BONUS! My favorite movie is Waiting for Guffman, and it’s one of the only movies I can remember quotes from.
And so it ends. Time for me to kick Mr. Cat out of my chair and get back to revisions.
¹And, because when I have in the past, I tried my best to take a make-the-best-out-of-it approach, rather than a please-hate-me-once-you-read-this approach.