I was chuffed to be nominated by Kerry- Ann Richardson – crime writer, blogger and self-styled (but truthfully so) generally nice person and fellow graduate of Teesside’s MA in Creative Writing – for ‘Very Inspiring Blogger Award’.Kerry explained the rules as follows:
- Display the award logo on your blog.
- Link back to the person who nominated you.
- State 7 things about yourself.
- Nominate other bloggers for this award and to them.
- Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.
I think the idea’s to give a gentle pat on the back and a nod of acknowledgement to people whose work you enjoy. You also get to ask them to share stuff about themselves that readers may not know, which is nice to be able to do without being caused a nosy bat/over-intense stalker, for once.
Kerry kept my feet firmly on the ground by adding that she didn’t think that this was actually a real, live award at all.
Bah – pedantic semantics! You can’t get much more real than this fabulous logo, I’m sure you will agree (or else….)
Anyway, it is now my duty to spill some interesting beans about myself. This of course goes against my absolutely-no-self- promotion rule, but I will try to get over my natural modesty, in the public interest. Ahem. Here goes:
1. Like Kerry, I like to think of myself as a ‘generally good person’ but, unlike Kerry, I am not always worthy of my moniker. I made a boy’s nose bleed in junior’s because he wouldn’t let me play with the game he brought in on the last day of term. I can’t even remember what game it was but it was better than mine. The teacher didn’t believe his ‘tales’ as I was class swot. Maybe I am a good person, because I do feel very guilty. Does that get me any redemption points?
2. I used to work as a bingo-caller on Redcar seafront and would sometimes put on a deliberately overly sing-songy voice, to mix things up a bit at the end of a 12 hour stint.
3. I worked as a Christmas post lady and fell flat on my bum on my first day because I was only little and we didn’t get trollies, way back then. Now that they have trollies, and they don’t have to get up until the afternoon, I wouldn’t mind being a post lady again, as long as the weather swore down to stay nice.
4. People on our estate are starting to get artificial lawns ( I know, I know…) and sometimes on the way home from a glass of wine in the hostelry (I like to support local businesses), my friend Mrs Coeaux and I pluck blades of grass from gardens in our street, to determine who has falsies.
5. I get disconcerted by mis-matched semis and have to resist strong urges to post notes into offenders’ letter boxes, expressing my concerns accordingly.
6. My favourite writing music is ‘Moods For Mothers’ : a jazz/whale music/panpipes/Ave Maria combo present from the kids. I think they thought the CD said “Moody Mothers”. I also have undue, encyclopedic knowledge of Barry Manilow and Elaine Paige lyrics. I describe my musical tastes as ‘eclectic’, to throw people off the scent, but I can name any tune in one.
7. I am a vegetarian because I feel sorry for moo-cows and chicken-lickens and baa-lambs and bunny wabbits and gee-gees and fishy-wishies. I cannot feel the same compassion for an artichoke or an ear of corn. Or small children (just joking). Maybe that makes me a bad person?
If nothing else, this amazing voyage of self-discovery and self-revelation (readers, I promise to keep well wrapped-up in future) has shown me that I need to stray beyond this suburban conurbation – to sample the occasional Quorn kiev- if my writing is to continue to be worthy of illustrious, virtual stickers.
Having enjoyed my two seconds under the spotlight (cheers, Kerry-Ann Richardson, but I am now perspiring like a jogger – see what I did there?), I would now like to pass on the esteemed baton to the generally nice, often funny, and always inspiring Sarah, just up the road at re-ravelling.blogspot.co.uk .