Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Who is coming on the Campaign? Also, my blog is on fire.
Who is going Rachael Harrie's Platform Building Campaign? I am! I'm hoping to meet some great new people and learn lots of stuff!
Check out the guidelines on Rachael's blog Rach Writes.
Also, my blog is on fire... not really, but the lovely Miss Cole at Miss Cole Seeks Publisher has given me an award!
Here are the questions I have to answer:
1. Are you a rutabaga?
I had to look this up to discover that I am not, and I have never been, a member of the rutabaga party.
2. Who is your current crush?
Is it weird that I say Moss from The IT Crowd? That's weird, right? Here is Moss in court:
3. Upload a heartwarming picture that makes you smile.
This is my very messy bed on a very cold night. I had to go to work, and these two couldn't even summon up enough energy to look up. But they're kinda cute.
4. When was the last time you ate a vine-ripened tomato?
I cannot remember. That means it’s been too long, right?
5. Name one habit that causes other people to plot your demise.
My ability to maintain eye contact and nod as though I’m listening to what you’re telling me, when in fact I drifted off with my imagination about ten minutes ago and am currently wondering about what sort of environmental disaster would turn the sky orange and how awesome it would look on a book cover. What do you mean I’m fired?
6. What’s the weirdest, most disgusting job you’ve ever had to do?
When I was in high school I did a week’s work experience with a vet. At the time I lived in a small country town. It was calving season, and I was hoping to be lucky enough to see a calf being born. When the call came in at last the vet, two university students and I piled into the jeep and headed out to the property. It had rained the night before, and when we got there it was muddy and smelled of wet dung. The unhappy cow was waiting for us in a paddock. It didn’t take the vet and the famer long to agree that the calf was dead and had been for some time. The way its weirdly slimy greenish leg was sticking out the back of the cow was kind of a giveaway. And it was stuck in there. Even when the vet got a chain around the leg and the farmer hooked it up to the tractor, it wasn’t going anywhere. So, caesarean. Mud, blood, and a grotesquely deformed dead calf that was eventually manipulated out of the gaping hole in the side of the cow. I can still remember helping hold the cow together while the vet stitched her back up and blood drizzled down onto my Dunlop Volleys. Then, when we were all covered in mud and blood and bits of stuff that belonged inside the cow, the grossest thing of all happened -- the farmer’s wife brought out steaming bowls of homemade pea and ham soup. Ugh. I hate pea and ham soup, but I ate it anyway to be polite.
7. Where da muffin top at?
Um, is it above the muffin bottom?
8. What author introduced you to your genre?
I don't know! I don't think I have decided on a genre yet because I like too many different things.
9. Describe yourself using obscure Latin words.
Nunquam dormio - I never sleep. Damn nightwork.
I would like to pass this award on to some awesome bloggers who always have insightful things to say about writing:
SB from Writing the Other
Margo from Urban Psychopomp
Claudie from Claudie A and
Sommer Leigh from Tell Great Stories.
Together these four bloggers make up the truly awesome Wicked and Tricksy.
If you haven't been over there yet, check it out!