I got nominated by Rebecca Dawn for One Lovely Blog Award.
which means this blog is not just seducing strangers and fucking around, it’s making love, and its word semen got swallowed. And it’s spectacularly heartwarming, like an afterglow.
The thing about writing is it’s very exclusive, personal. Everyone has something to say about something, and everyone has their own plate of words, but as Stephen King included in his book once, “It is the tale, not he, who tells it.” It’s not about the author; it’s about the story of the world, in the vocabulary ammo of the writer.
Writing is a lonely hobby; and unlike music and visual arts, it takes a very specific audience who will appreciate your own take on whatever shit that has been reused, reduced and recycled too many times, in different times. Not everyone reads; not everyone will spend their minutes on poetry and word crap. When the radio plays ear candy, when walls and billboards and galleries flash sight showbiz, it’s instant and innate – people hear even if they don’t listen, people see, people stare.
When people see text, they usually go TL;DR. When it comes to reading, it takes a want, an urge, a determination, a curiosity, an eagerness. It takes patience.
So THANK YOU VERY MUCH READERS, for taking the time to move your eyes through my poems and tales.
This is what I did when I saw the nomination:
1. Display the award logo somewhere on the blog.
2. Link back to the blog of the person who nominated you.
3. State 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for the award and provide links to their blogs.
5. Notify those bloggers that they have been nominated and of the award’s requirements.
So. Seven Things About Myself? Here goes. (Skip this part, really, it’s not important.)
(And, why seven?)
My first short story was written when I was in first grade, and it was entitled The Princess and the Mango Tree. The first song that I wrote, SUNSHINE PIGS, was a sort-of nursery rhyme I made when I was in second grade because I wanted to tease a fat classmate.
My singing voice sucketh to the nth level, and I’m pitch-deaf. But yes, I will sing for the world even if it sounds like a recitation.
I’m an occasional ramp model, and I love nude modeling the most because it’s when the clothes do not matter, when nothing is covered with the pretenses of fashion; it’s only you and the human anatomy.
(omfg I don’t know what else to spill)
The only stuff I can cook are instant noodles and microwave popcorn.
I’m underweight and I look anorexic, but I really eat a lot. Seriously, I’m a glutton.
(AND ONE LAST)
AND FOR MY NOMINEES, YOU CAN STARE AND STALK AND OGLE AND WHISTLE AT THESE BEAUTIFUL BLOGS ALL DAY AND HAVE WORDGASMS AND WRITER WET DREAMS AS FREQUENTLY AS YOU LIKE:
Vivien Marie Lopez
The Writing Witch
Spit Or Swallow
The Lung Opener