Of Sunshine and Steam Engines
Oh, wait, there’s that light at the end of my perpetual writing tunnel, and I think it may not be a train… this time. No, it’s the swanky Sunshine Award!
My friend Amber was kind enough to nominate me for this as she called me a writing machine. I think that has more to do with the inescapable nature of being trapped in this tunnel with my story ideas. Wait, what do you mean this is actually my brain? Then what was that train I saw earlier that nearly ran me over? Um, never mind. *chants* If I have to ask, I don’t want to know. Well, back on topic after that small diversion. I’d read the instructions, but this thing is blinding me. *grabs industrial grade sunglasses that look just like sexy Oakleys*
Much better. I’m amazed those instructions haven’t caught fire. I mean, how do you even pin them to sunshine?
- Thank the person who gave you the award. Check! Thanks Amber!
- Write a post about it. Check!
- Answer some questions down there. See below
- Pass it along to ten people and let them know they received the award. Hmm, we’ll see how many I can get this time.
So, questions and answers for the curious. The rest of you will just have to suffer.
Favorite colour: Fake Grape Purple. You had to have seen that coming.
Favorite animal: Horses. I miss riding (from when I was a kid)
Favorite number: 13, because it’s my lucky number. Good things usually happen to me on Friday the 13th
Favorite non-alcoholic drink: Hot Chocolate. Anyone surprised by that has not been reading this blog. Alternatirely, Citron Tea (for those of you who needed a surprise).
Facebook or Twitter? Facebook. I have trouble with the idea of expressing a complete thought in only 140 characters. I don’t think I can do that…
My passion: Writing. In all it’s aspects, oddly, I love it. I’ve figured out that I average 50 hours a week working on writing, and yet it never seems to make me tired or feel overworked. I think that’s what the day job (37.5 hours) is for.
Getting or giving presents? Giving. I’m actually terrible at accepting presents. Or compliments, which are like verbal presents.
Favorite pattern: the veins of leaves. In clothes, solid, because I don’t do patterns!
Favorite day of the week: Saturday. It’s post-work without being pre-work, which is why it’s better than Sunday.
Favorite flower: Lilies, of any sort, really. You might have noticed that a bit in my pictures.
So, right, ten blogs, let’s see how this goes.
- I’m sorry, but anyone who makes me nearly snarf my coffee as often as this lady does has to be up for a Sunshine Award, because that’s happiness right there (less so for the monitor or lost coffee, but she’s worth it). Let’s everybody love the Kiwi.
- This lady of images and words often makes me reach for my own camera, which, in winter, is a hell of a feat. I have yet to see her post something that didn’t make me smile and feel a sense of wonder.
- Sometimes it’s the journey and struggles shared that can bring a smile to our face, and help us keep perspective on any off days. One of my fellow writers reminds me of that often, and I really look forward to her posts of progress, learning and deep thoughts.
- Another source of laughter and shared wisdom, I know I just nominated her recently, but I really want to add this one.
- I love the insightful posts this lady makes, and it doesn’t hurt that she made my whole year recently (a bold statement in January, I know, but I stand by it. Most of the good things that might happen this year are now gravy).
- More laughs and head-shaking happen from his blog (on my part at least) than any outside that of my favourite Kiwi
- Because I don’t think a list of amusement and hilarity would be complete without him. There’s nothing I can say that doesn’t give him away, and I’m dying (figuratively) to see what he’s going to do with this.
- She’s going to hate me for doing this to her shy, introverted self because it’s my spotlight and not hers, but I have to include her, because she makes me smile so often.
Well, I got most of the way there. Eight’s a good number, nice and round. And I can manageably let them all know. I have to remember to do that. I believe that’s enough of me trying to get a sun tan from my award, so I think I’ll head back to my world of words. Thank you again, Amber.