Liebster Award

So, I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award. Thank you, TurboBlaze, for the nomination, and for visiting and reading my blog.


Rules for getting the award:

1. Each person has to post 11 things about themselves.

2. Answer the 11 questions set for you and create 11 questions for the bloggers you nominate.

3. Nominate 5 – 11 of your favourite bloggers and tag them in your post.

4. Go to their blog and tell them.

5. Thank and link to the blogger who nominated you.


11 things about me:

1. I began creative writing in the back of my English book, scrawling out poems, seven years ago.

2. I don’t understand the first thing about fashion.

3. I love stationery.

4. Swimming is a sort of meditation for me, where I calm my thoughts.

5. I can’t stand directionless ambition.

6. I prefer little-known bands to top of the charts music.

7. My education has been heavy on literature.

8. I studied German for about eight years.

9. I quite like Twitter.

10. I drink both tea and coffee, not preferring one over the other.

11. I am a night owl.


To answer the questions posed to me:

1. What do you blog about most?
My blog focuses on creative writing – my own original work – and responses to the Daily Prompt. Sometimes I put together a creative response to the Daily Prompt.

2. Why did you choose WordPress.com?
To be honest I don’t really remember. It looked easy to use, which has proven true. There may also have been a Google search for blogging platforms, in which case I saw WP on there.

3. Do you know any programming languages?
I have bare knowledge of HTML and LATEX. I plan to increase this knowledge.

4. What is your favourite pastime?
Reading or writing. I love getting drawn into another world, or creating one.

5. Would you like to try out suspended animation?
As I understand it, that means basically that you kind of die and return to life? It sounds somewhat like Frankenstein, and terrifying, so probably not.

6. What is the object just right side of you?
A pink handbag, in which I have stashed a collection of pens and a shopping list.

7. If you could meet one millionaire, who would you meet?
J.K. Rowling.

8. What do you prefer? Laptop, desktop, tablet or smartphone?
I take this as two categories. Laptop, for the portability. Same deal with tablets, but smartphone for the ability to get internet virtually anywhere. The buses have yet to get Wi-Fi, as far as I know.

9. What’s best? Hot chocolate or cold coffee?
At any time hot chocolate. Incidentally it’s a fairly bitter winter here. I can’t stand cold coffee. Ever.

10. Who is favourite author whose books you read the most?
Oh, I don’t have one. Why limit yourself? I like a lot of authors equally, but for different reasons. I attribute this to my literature education. I’ve studied Chaucer, Shakespeare, Gothic novels, Victorian, ancient Greek and Roman plays, modern novels… So you see, I couldn’t say one author without branching off into why I like others.

11. Describe yourself in one word.
Curious.


My nominees: 

Topaz Winters

Bumblepuppies

101 Books

Fictions in Flashes

Oh God, My Wife Is German.

Alecia Writes

helenvalentina


My questions:

1. Which do you prefer, TV or movies?

2. Do you have a favourite country?

3. What have you read recently?

4. What drew you to blogging?

5. If you could choose any skill or talent, what would it be?

6. What is your favourite food?

7. Which is better, Apple products or PC?

8. Do you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert?

9. Do you believe in fate or coincidence?

10. How many languages do you speak?

11. What is your favourite genre – books, movies or music?

All By Myself

I don’t believe in having a best friend.

I probably did, in my younger years, but I’ve since decided not to. This is partly because the best-friend thing was problematic in high school; my group sort of alternated at will. 

More than this though, is that I dislike holding one person in higher regard than others. In my mind, if you do this and you lose their friendship, you feel it more keenly. This is not to mention that if you do have a best friend, this opens up all kinds of pathways for plaintive questions about who you like better or why. This is my high school experience speaking and I didn’t make many friends at university.

There’s also ‘best’ as a superlative. Good, better, best. Say you and your best friend drift apart, can there be a substitute? Does it mean you’ll never have another friend as close, but someone who can try? And if so, what does that mean for the friendship with the Non-Best Friend? Will you be comparing the two people, thinking on who is better and why?

Instead, I prefer a few equally close people. It’s more stable that way. 

The Project Begins

Alright, I’m going to concede straight-up, that my title is vague. It implies that I have a project which I intend to set in motion.

I don’t really have a project, with goals and stuff. At best I have a few pages of refill paper with hastily-scrawled words. Some of the words are in green, and I’m not sure why. 

Anyway, let’s cut to the chase. Last month I posted a piece of flash fiction; Word measured it as around 500 words, if that. I’ve always loved writing, and I’m not going to get a job too soon. It’s not because I don’t want to work: I do, I really do. Thing is, I don’t have any work experience. I began drafting out a CV to wait tables at the local restaurant, and when I got to the ‘skills’ section I blanked.

So here’s what I’m going to do: short stories. That piece of flash fiction? I have an entire page with notes on one thing, and there’s the flash fiction that I deliberately ended on a cliff hanger. I’m going to marry that story to another idea I had drifting around, develop it to be under 20,000 words – I’m told a short story spans 1,000 – 20,000 words. Then I shall publish it as an eBook.

I have two such planned. Last night I began a poem, which mutated. My poems are generally six, seven stanzas minimum. This one hit 40 lines and I began to furrow my brow, because there was still more I wanted to say, but it was practically reaching for the flash fiction title at the same time. I figured it could either be an exceptionally long poem, and not that good, or I could develop it, treat the poem as an outline, and give it the short story treatment.

Tough choices, no?

So, now you know what I’m going to do in my bid for an income. 

(In case you’re wondering, that short story was The Stranger)

All Growed Up

I genuinely can’t remember if I imagined my adult life as a kid.

Over a decade ago I barely knew universities existed: I was smart, I guess, but hampered by a small town. That narrowed my concept of the future.

Small Town, population under 10,000, had under five schools. When I moved to the city, I had to adapt my ideas. Here was a city with – hang on – six schools in my immediate radar. Two high schools… Oh, pardon me, I can’t count. There’s at least three high schools, probably three primary schools and two intermediates. So, eight? Seems about right. And there’s probably a kindergarten somewhere.

Shortly after the move, I began high school. And there, I realized university was accessible. Moving was the best thing for me, when I look back, because I got into university. Had I remained in Small Town I might’ve just stayed there.

It was when I began high school that I began imagining careers and university life; began thinking ahead for the future. I still keep that first university brochure I picked up from Careers Guidance (I think that’s what it was called; you get the meaning) because it was the first time I understood what study and education could mean. It could mean degrees and higher knowledge, climbing the ladder to become an expert. I remember highlighting things in which I was interested; dog-earing pages and reading it so often the glossy pages became dull and tatty, scratched and worn.

And now I’m an adult. Well, I suppose I am. What constitutes being an adult? Hm, seems you have to reach the age of majority. I didn’t know this was a thing, but I apparently have passed that age, so I guess I am one.

I think my adult life is still mirroring who I was as a kid: still looking forward.

The Seat Switcher

Okay, so the person sitting next to me is very talkative.

This is where I hop up and shift seats at the first polite opportunity. See, I don’t especially like talking to strangers: you know how some people will, given the chance, tell you their life story? That’s what I hope to avoid. I’m generally an anti-social creature, as you can probably tell by now, and I don’t make friends easily.

It probably sounds horrible, to say I’d rather shift to another seat. But there’s also the stimulus to be considered: sometimes a person’s voice puts me on edge. Have you ever heard someone talking, and just wished that they’d stop talking already? I get that a lot.

Also, I think there’s a lot of sharing to consider. If I were to remain where I was, I’d likely oscillate between being very chatty – which I can’t stand – or being curt with one-word answers, which rarely portray a person well. It’s a fine line, I think, and not one I wish to tread.

Minus the Tackiness

I can’t say I’ve witnessed something unbearably tacky recently. This reason is a two-pronged one: I don’t have a TV, and I don’t spend the money going to the movies.

Oh! Hang on. There was a fanfic I read. The summary sounded promising – someone is keeping a secret from their friends. So, naively, I clicked. In hindsight the author’s penname should have given it away.

The story was appalling. Have you ever read My Immortal? It’s a Harry Potter fic which basically eats all the cliches in the world and has the worst Mary-Sue ever to walk the world. Seriously, do your brain cells a favour and don’t read it. 

And yet this story was worse. Several of the reviews queried what drug the author was on – someone else stated simply “I’m sorry, I am not high enough for this.” The words made no sense, the spelling was horrid, the plot as far as I could tell was non-existent and I’m pretty sure it was set in some whole other universe. It is an insult to good writing. I don’t claim to be a good writer, but I can string together coherent sentences and my spelling/grammar are solid. I do believe a kindergartener could do better.

So, with my brain cells slowly recoiling from my screen in dismay, I clicked out of the story, one refrain in my mind.

What the f?

A Return

Okay, you guys, I’m back!

I was forcibly vacationed from the internet when the wi-fi provider thingy threw a hissy fit and the internet fell over. It broke its leg. 

And whomever said that being without technology is relaxing… I think they’re wrong. For me a lot of technology is relaxing. I enjoy the skimming through blogs and fanfic, I love the convenience of banking online, I admire the many many entertaining things on YouTube… the list goes on.

Being offline didn’t do much to relax me. Contrarily, it made me anxious to think about all the emails I’d have waiting. It bugged me to know my iPod had a waiting update, and I couldn’t run it until I had access. I typed out numerous fanfics and finished them – and that’s my next stop, posting them all. I started new ones, tap-tap-tapping at speed. I got 4000 words into one, and I’m still not done. 

I grew bored. I couldn’t check emails or play games or blog – even now I have tomorrow’s blog planned out – or catch up on the news, or watch TV on demand because I don’t have a functioning TV.

And here I am now with internet dancing in my veins and words on my fingertips. I’ll be back in a few hours with a Daily Prompt (maybe).

Expect to hear from me a lot over the next few days. Missed you.