Who doesn’t love awards? Who doesn’t love secrets?
Claudia Osmond, fellow author and blogger, just bestowed me with The Honest Scrap Award. The award gets passed on from blogger to blogger, a positive nod for writing from the heart. (see award criteria at the bottom of my blog post)
This was a proud moment for me – my son and I stayed up late too many nights reading Claudia’s creepy and thrilling YA novel “Smudge’s Mark”, published last year. In fact, her blog inspired me to get mine up and running. So kudos from Claudia is something to get excited about.
The good news for my blog readers is that the victory comes with a requirement to reveal “10 honest things” about me. So, for your amusement, and in honour of bearing our souls to keep the monsters out of our closets, here are 10 honest things about me:
1. At 42 years old, I still gag when I take a pill. Even an itty bitty one.
2. I talk a lot. I know it. If you know me – you know it. But it always hurt my feelings deeply to be criticised about it as a child. Stings now too. “You talk so much”. Really? Duh. If you can’t take it, get out of earshot range.
3. I hate feeling vulnerable more than anything. Really, who likes it? But I think my aversion to any weakness in myself is in a league of its own. Vulnerability is my boogie man.
4. I can eat chocolate dipped meringues until I am physically sick and still want more. And yes, this has been tested. Several times.
5. I spent most of my life worrying about what people think, and will likely spend the rest of my life convincing myself I don’t give a sh*%.
6. At my very core, I’m afraid I’ll be eaten by sharks. Actually, not sharks as much as just one shark. Jaws (cue music). As funny as this may seem, it’s pathetically true. My husband says I actually get a look on my face when I’m frolicking in the ocean that he knows it’s time to come near me in case I go berserk. It just suddenly comes over me – complete panic. I don’t yell or run; I just freeze and look terrified. It’s completely unpredictable though. Los Cabos – I had the Jaws freaky face. Maui – no sign of it. It’s been known to happen briefly in Ontario lakes (they’re so dark, you never know what’s down there) and in-ground swimming pools (it might somehow get in through the filter).
7. I love musical productions. Too much. I get giddy. Glee geek.
8. I buy happy shoes – ones that make you feel like a kid again. Keds, Mary Janes, crazy pink rain boots. Currently looking for saddle shoes – my favourite when I was five, wore the soles out. Ellen DeGeneres has been sporting them lately on her talk show and I am green with envy.
9. I do a mean running man.
10. I’ve carefully manipulated my husband over the last 13 years into thinking that he’s the lucky one for having me. I hope he never figures out the truth. Everyone needs a solid rock to hang onto, and mine is a giant mountain.
Being granted The Honest Scrap Award also requires that I recognize fellow bloggers that I deem worthy of the award. It was a no brainer for me.
These fellow writers and bloggers have a common thread. They all like to inspire.It comes from the heart, that special ability to shine the light on others, without fear of it dimming their own. They drag their boogie men out into the light and keep you smiling the whole time. More than anything though, They are willing to share encouragement and motivation to other writers, even when it means showing thier own fears and anxiety. Take a peek and see what I’m talking about. Congrats to my chosen bloggers, Laurie, Dale and Kevin.
The Honest Scrap Award:
This award is about bloggers who post from their heart, who often times put their heart on display as they write from the depths of their soul. This means so much to me as that is the root reason of why and what I write about. I believe writing is your heart without a mask. My writing, whether it be a blog post, a poem, a piece of prose or a WIP is the truest part of my soul. To me writing is about honesty and truth-seeking. There is the saying that the pen is more powerful than the sword. I believe that writing is a way to challenge people and to speak often times for those who cannot speak.