Oh, Wandering Voiceless, how very kind of you. I discovered, this morning, that this very charismatic blogger, nominated the Insanity Blog for the Reader Appreciation Award. I accept this nomination with a grin, and a warm heart. Thank you, thank you – thank you very much (Yes, I said that like Elvis).
Now, down to business: there are rules to be followed upon being nominated. Rules, some of which, I failed to follow once after a previous nomination. The rules are:
1. Thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their site.
2. Nominate other people (you choose how many–whatever makes you happy).
3. Write some bad ass things about yourself.
In accordance with the rules:
1. Please see initial, heartfelt, first paragraph – located above. Please scroll.
2. My nominations are:
May I nominate the blogger who nominated me? Well, I don’t see any small print that indicates otherwise, so my first nomination goes to: Wandering Voiceless. A thinker after my own thoughts. A joy.
The Boy With A Hat. Yummy thinking, at least yummy to this writer.
Notes From a She-Hermit or ‘Being Mental and Loving It’. By Dotty Headbanger. Just pure enjoyment. Plain and simple. If you don’t believe me, head to Dotty’s Collected Profanities and Insults page.
Jason’s Jukebox. A nice, nice place to mull around.
Cristian Mihai. A writer’s refuge.
3. I don’t know if the world is ready for me to reveal what I’m about to reveal. My bad-assness, my secrets finally spoken, my weird flag allowed to flap free in the wind. But I’m going to do it anyway:
Every morning, without fail, I burn my steel-cut oats. I set them to slow simmer, then completely forget about them until I smell something odd.
I’m terrible with names, and often fail to listen to what’s being said after an introduction as I’m quietly repeating the person’s name in my head; Felicia, Felicia…Feleeeshhaa.
I’m a creature of habit. If ever my brain were dropped on the floor during a routine lobotomy, my body (due to years of habitual use), would carry on quite nicely without anyone being the wiser.
I’m an inventor. Don’t ask of what. I have no intentions of telling.
I write not only because I want to, but because I have to.
I pull my Band-Aids off – fast, real fast.
If I could survive on dark chocolate, caramel, oats, red wine and coffee – I would.
I see myself in a completely different light than everyone else sees me.
If I could possess one superhuman, superhero capability it would be the Cloak of Invisibility. Oh, the places I would go…
I’m a third generation Harley rider.
I was born on the Virgo/Libra cusp – astrologically speaking, I’m a force to reckon with.
I could never blatantly kill someone. Not for fear of moral issues or spiritual repercussions. But for fear that one small particulate found under special lightning will lead the fuzz right to my door. Damn that CSI.
In my senior year of high school, I was once accused of being a Satanist.
I find the smell of nature to be nearly intoxicating.
I gasp if my pants accidentally brush up against a public toilet.
According to the FDA, I consume more than the recommended allowance of tuna per week, per my body weight. It seems if the drugs, sex and rock n’ roll don’t do me in – tuna will.
I believe in miracles, but I don’t believe in Santa.
Well there ya’ go, folks. Tidbits and factoids. A few things you may or may not have already known about me. One thing, I can not go without saying however. As its imperative that you understand – I value my readers more than you know. A review by a critic is one thing, a review by a reader, one much like me, is what makes my heart sing. To know that someone let their eyes scan upon my words, the working’s of my mind, for a few minutes or a few days – well, that’s what this writer’s journey is all about. Thank you for that – truly. My novels and books are all stories spun around others. Yes, there is always me entwined. However, this little blog, is the story of me. Thank you for stopping by. Every nomination, like, share, reblog and scan is appreciated.