I already hate that title!
HOWEVER (hang on, you’re not meant to start sentences like that, are you? Because it’s improper. Or something…ANYway…) it makes sense, because what we have here is one of those awards which makes the rounds periodically, and people tend to either adore them and collect them and show them off, or shun them and turn up their noses because they’re really only for BABY bloggers, not ones who are, like, serious and established and stuff.
Hear ye this: I may get incredibly serious, sometimes, but there is ALWAYS room in my world for fun and sparkles and glitter. I might be a bit established, but I don’t turn my nose up, because these awards can be a bit of a hoot.
I mean, yes, there’s an element of quiet happiness at being recognised publicly as a writer who has been chosen as worthy of admiration (and thanks, Wee Blue Birdie, for picking me) but there’s also the delight of the questions. Don’t roll your eyes. I like them. In a weird, online world where TimeZones and Geography get in the way and take on lives of their own, it can be quite difficult to see the full picture of a person, and in spite of the very real friendships which can be struck up, there are elements of minutiae and the fantastical which are just…missing.
These kinds of questions go some way to allowing that peek behind the public face of a blogger, into the corners of their minds and the thoughts which wouldn’t necessarily be brought up otherwise. And that’s super, because getting to know someone better (especially when you like them) is AWESOME.
So…count me in.
[As with all of these, there are rules. Answer the questions, nominate bloggers, ask them questions (hope they respond)..blah blah blah.]
NOW to the good bit – the questions I have to answer:
What kind of bird would you be, and why?
I would love to be a swallow; curving through the summer skies, haunting the blue with high-pitched fluting cries, the very essence of the season. I would love to be a blackbird; trilling beautiful melodies at sunset, heralding in the night and the close of another warm, sunny day. I would love to be a robin red-breast; cheeky and personable with a sweet, shivering song, and bright eyes which seem to look through you to your soul as they venture breathtakingly close. But I think I’d probably be a duck. Because they’re ‘quackers’.
Which period of history had the best clothing?
The 1950’s, without a doubt. Dancey dresses and high heels and smart suits and playfulness and good tailoring. Love it.
In which film do you wish you had played the lead? What would you have brought to the role?
Hairspray. I wouldn’t have brought anything to the role, but I love that movie. It’s so light and bright and FUN, and the music is awesome.
What was your favourite toy when you were a child?
Do books count? I quite liked my wooden pop-gun. You pumped the handle and the cork would fly out with a very pleasingly loud POP! and if you snuck up and did it in someone’s ear
you could get really told off it was very funny until you got told off. SRSLY don’t do this; learn from my mistakes. Try it! (Edit – I’ve come back to this one a few times, hoping that there would be a better answer, but I can’t honestly think of a toy I loved more. Or at all…I mean, I didn’t ‘love’ the pop-gun – it was just good fun. There must BE one I cared about more, I’m just not sure I remember it.)
If you could be in the Olympics, what would your sport be?
Boxing! Duh! It’s the only thing I’m halfway good at. If I get to choose any sport to BE good at, though, then it would be gymnastics, because I’m as flexible as a brick and half as graceful, and I would LOVE to be able to do all the bendy, stretchy, twirly stuff. I just can’t. But I can be punchy (and climbing trees hasn’t gone to Olympic level yet, but I’d love that, and would practice hard for it).
If you could cure one human illness or disease, what would it be and why?
Despair. It ruins too many people and is just awful. There’s always hope but as long as we despair, it doesn’t matter – we get caught and tied into it and it’s terrible. I would erase it, if only I could. And I’d put compassion in its place.
What is your favourite urban myth, and why do you want it to be true?
I’ve just spent several minutes trying to THINK of an urban myth, so that I can know if I want it to be true or not. I even googled ‘urban myths’ so that I know what some of them are. I give up – I’ll just use a local one, which is that if you visit the Cerne Abbas Giant (who is a centuries-old, well-endowed man carved into a chalk hill) and perch yourself on the end of his knob with yer knickers down, then you’ll get pregnant soon. I tellya, I would be up that hill like a shot, if I thought it would help, but I’ve a feeling the myth has been de-bunked by centuries of women who visited and came away with a chalky bum and no sproglet.
What is your favourite unusual word?
Terpsichore (meaning – of, or relating to dancing). I just love, love, LOVE it. First discovered it in The Chaos (also known as That Intensely Tricksy Pronunciation Poem) and fell head over heels for it.
How would you like your writing to influence the world, or affect those who read it?
I *adore* making people feel. Whatever it is which has inspired a fiction piece, or poem, I want to affect people’s emotions and…yeah okay – it sounds horribly manipulative (I guess it is, really)…write intentionally in ways which will influence them.
That said, I also love inspiring people to find silver linings, or thankfulness amongst the darknesses of life, to recognise that we’re stronger together, and to add their voice to the number calling for compassion on February 20th through #1000Speak.
Ultimately I want the world to be a kinder, safer place for the people who live here. Alongside many, many others, I’m doing my bit to make that happen. I LOVE that I can do it with words.
What is the best thing about being you?
Knowing how willing people are to love me. Having an amazing family around me, and a Husby who wants to be with me until we’re little old uglies. And friends who mean so, so much to me in ways they couldn’t possibly understand, and many more ways that they completely ‘get’. Knowing that somehow each of these wonderful individuals has chosen me; chosen to strengthen and deepen and reinforce our relationship, in whatever capacity it is, because they want to. That’s amazing. And lovely. And one of my favourite things about being me.
My turn now. To ask, and yours to answer, if I nominate you*…
1. What is your most treasured memory?
2. What makes you suddenly and disproportionately cross?
3. What’s your favourite item of clothing?
4. How good are you at keeping secrets?
5. Where is your favourite place in the world?
6. What was the last thing that surprised you?
7. When did you last realise you were learning something new?
8. What was the last dream you shared with someone?
9. What is your favourite meal?
10. If you could be someone else for a day, whom would it be?
Aaaaaand the people I’d love to hear from are…
Crystal – The Qwiet Muse
Helena – Being the Memoirs of Helena Hann-Basquiat, Dilettante
Lisa – The Meaning of Me
Pooja – Ravings from Iliria
Gretchen – Drifting Through my Open Mind
Denise – Girlie on the Edge
Dani – Blooming Spiders
Erin – Chronically Sick Manic Mother
[Later edit, because I can, and I want this shown around again, cos why not!]
*Proviso – if you’re one of my ‘usual suspects’, I’d love to know the answers from you, too. If you rock up and fancy having a crack at the questions, GO FOR IT! If you want to steal the award to pass on to bloggers you know and are interested in, PLEASE DO!
Off you go, then…