I have a new favorite. (Friday Music)

I was so excited about posting this video that I went ahead and wrote up a post for it yesterday. In all my excitement, that post ended up being all of 1,825 words which is just . . . not okay. This is me trying again.

(Keep it brief, C. You can do it.)

Sorry, I definitely needed a little pep talk to keep myself calm enough to write this.

Okay. I’m sure some of you out there know me well enough for you to be aware (either by figuring it out on your own or me telling you) that I can be a pretty . . . fickle person. I have a difficult time picking favorite anythings. My favorites always change with my moods (for the most part), so I sort of gave up on picking favorites. (At least one favorite.) I usually see the differences in everything and, no matter how similar anything might be to something else, it’s always like apples to oranges. (Though, admittedly, I do have a favorite apple. Gala, if you’re wondering. Is that ironic? Maybe.) I can’t ever choose. Something I love one day will be something I just like ‘pretty okay’ the next. So when I find a favorite, it’s like a freaking miracle. And when I get to the point that I claim a favorite, that’s not likely to change.

Even when I narrow things down into more specific lists, I still can’t ever choose. I don’t have a favorite superhero movie. (Like choosing between The Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy is impossible for me despite them both being ‘group superhero movies’. They’re just too different.) I don’t even have a favorite Lord of the Rings movie because I like things about each of them (and dislike Frodo always). And what I mean by saying I can be fickle is that I can put all my affection into something one day and seriously just not give a sh- . . . erm . . . just not care about it the next. That’s just how I am. (Obviously there are a few exceptions, as always.)

So, as I said, MIRACULOUS when I find a favorite.

I HAVE FOUND ONE.

It happened in a similar way to how I found Geographer. (My favorite band, and one of few favorites that I’ve stuck to.) I heard a song, liked it, didn’t really pay much attention to it, and moved on. I didn’t even do what I usually do with songs I like (which is email the name of it to myself). I must’ve been being lazy that day, which happens. Then I heard the song again, and I sent it to myself. (I heard it on So You Think You Can Dance, actually. I have another song in the Friday Music archives that was also found on there. It’s: Daughter – Medicine.)

I woke up yesterday with that song in my head (the song this post is about), so I came out to the shed and listened to it. When I get to that point with music, the first thing I do is look up the lyrics. I could say I was being lazy yesterday as well, but I was actually just not coherent yet, so I looked up a video with lyrics rather than what I usually do. (That’s go to SongMeanings. I like reading what people have to say about lyrics.)

Listening to that song while reading the lyrics was like getting punched in the gut for me. (Also, hearing it on that show did NOT do it justice.) A lot of that might be to do with the fact that it made me think of something I’m currently working on. (Not currently as in this blog, but currently as in the book I’m working on.) That always gets to me.

It hit me so hard that I needed to listen to a non-studio version of it. I needed to do that because I was seriously concerned in one real listen that it was going to take over my favorite. So what I needed to do was hear what this dude’s voice sounded like outside a studio. Because, you see . . . Mike Deni (from Geographer)? His voice is flawless live. FLAWLESS. So I was thinking I would hear this song being sang outside a studio, be totally put off (but still like the song recorded), and that would be that.

Yeah, that didn’t happen.

I watched a video of him sitting there with just him and his guitar. My eyes got all big. My jaw dropped. And the feeling went from a gut-punch to feeling like a massive slab of concrete had been dropped on my entire torso. (Not getting into how a massive slab would only be on my torso. Not the point.) That was exactly what it felt like.

I’ve got the feels from music before, of course. I get the feels from music quite often. Different sorts of ones. And yeah, I’ve had a similar feeling from other songs, but never like that. Never. Now I must explain why.

Mike Deni’s voice is flawless. It’s damn near perfect. It’s pretty much perfect.

This guy? His voice is perfect, at least to my ears. This is what the perfect voice sounds like to me. I said, “Oh my god,” and, “I just can’t,” seriously about a hundred times between yesterday and today, all to do with this. (I’m actually not exaggerating on the number. I feel so bad for my poor Husband, having to listen to me . . .)

You see how excited I am about this? I told myself to be brief and this is 1,000 words again. (It’s not as long as the other one, and that’s good.)

Now I’ve hyped it up and I’m sure a lot of you will be like, “Yeah, I don’t get it.” Totally fine. This is all just my opinion.

But yeah, Geographer is my favorite band.

Now I have a favorite musician.

So I give you . . .

Hozier – Like Real People Do

Below is the version I’ve listened to the most. How many times, you ask?

Yeah, I’m not answering that.

 

Playing Catch-Up: Birthday, Geographer, Skyrim, New Book

The last couple weeks have been a bit . . . hectic. I suppose that would be a word to call it, but I’m not entirely sure anyone else would agree with me. Hectic for me might be a little more appropriate. If I move out of my shed in general, that makes my life feel hectic. Silly, but that’s just how it is.

Between my last post and now, I had a birthday that put me one step closer to thirty. I still have a few more years left until that milestone, but it does feel somewhat strange to be undeniably closer to thirty than twenty. I think I said last year around this time that it was nice to finally ‘feel my age,’ but I guess the best way to say that is: “I’m finally at an age that’s closer to what I feel.” Or I’m getting there, I suppose.

Birthdays are a bitter time for me. (If anyone wants a good dose of [hilarious] bitterness, check out Bitter Ben‘s blog.) I don’t know why that is, but they just are. Maybe it’s the wrinkles I’m getting on my forehead from scrunching my face up all the time. (I guess parents are right when saying your face DOES stick that way. Mine is certainly doing as much. -_-) Every birthday is just another bit of validity as to why they’re showing up (those wrinkles). Maybe it’s just that I don’t like getting gifts. Maybe I don’t like the attention (I don’t, which is why I’m MORE THAN FINE with hardly anyone knowing when my birthday actually is).

Now, Husband knows I’m not the biggest fan of gifts. I’m also not a fan of surprises in general, as I like to have as much control over my life as possible (not really possible, but don’t burst my bubble with this). He got me a surprise before my birthday. That was two tickets for us to go see my favorite band, Geographer, again. After the initial overload of all the things I was going to have to mentally prepare myself for (PEOPLE?! I HAVE TO BE AROUND PEOPLE?!) and things I had to get sorted (I HAVE TO BE AWAKE AT A CERTAIN TIME?!), we were super excited about it. Cut to the evening of this show and there a line of storms sat, RIGHT OVER the interstate we would have to drive for a couple hours to reach our destination. Our car isn’t the best in the rain. I have anxiety attacks every time there’s a downpour here because our car is REALLY not the best in the rain.

As much as I love Geographer (which is such ridiculous amounts that you can’t even imagine), we discussed the situation and decided it wasn’t worth potentially dying over. They will tour again, and I will see them then. But I was sad. Very, very sad. I’m STILL sad.

You have NO IDEA how amazing they are live. Seriously. If they weren’t so amazing and I didn’t love them so much, I wouldn’t put myself in a crowded room of people that can all potentially bump into me. (Please excuse me while I go [mentally] vomit at the thought of being in such close proximity to that many people. Don’t ask me how you can mentally vomit. I do it all the time, but can’t explain it.)

Anyway. Sad.

If you’ve liked my Facebook page, then you might’ve seen the update on there where I was also complaining (on the night of that missed show) about how I had played Skyrim and couldn’t stop thinking about snowberries. Still having that problem, but it comes and goes. I played that again for a little while yesterday. Let me just say that I save that game a ridiculous amount of times due to all the anger and rage (*Jeremy Clarkson voice for ital. there*) I feel when dying and losing even five minutes of playing. (ALL THOSE ALCHEMY INGREDIENTS THAT I’LL HAVE TO PICK UP AGAIN!) So yeah, played it yesterday. Didn’t save for about an hour. Died. Lost all those alchemy ingredients. Turned it off.

I should write a post about WHY that game made me so angry that I couldn’t play it for such a long time. I might do that.

I know I haven’t been on here in a while (two weeks), but I did write up a few things that I may (or may not) post at some point in the future. They weren’t the typical book-type stuff. They had/have nothing to do with that at all and are essentially me just rambling off about random things. (Like Star Wars and Batman, not together.) Might post them at some point.

I’ve also been writing on the new book/series, which has (surprise, surprise) taken up most of my time. I had one night where I finished four chapters. (Longer ones.) Don’t ask me how. Most of the time was spent in the same way as before, with me having a bit of trouble (or more than) getting it out.  There was one night that I sat here trying to write, and at the halfway point of my awake time . . . I still hadn’t completed a chapter. It’s been frustrating, but despite the odds . . .

I HAVE FINISHED WRITING THE SECOND BOOK OF THIS NEW SERIES.

It both went how I intended and didn’t at the same time. Certain things (all of it) took longer than I thought they would take, which caused me to leave it off before I was sure it would be left off. I suppose that doesn’t matter. This series is kind of different from any of the others I’ve done. Every book in those other ones have been one part of a larger whole. This entire series is just . . . one long story rather than the individual pieces. At least it’s seeming to look that way.

I don’t know if I said before, but I’ve written one of my favorite characters ever in this series. Probably my second-favorite non-MC ever. That’s made it a lot more fun than I think it would’ve been if he wasn’t there. Anyway, I need to update my What’s in the works? page now that I’ve finished that one up.

On to the next, I suppose.

Hope everyone has been well! 🙂

Also, I’m going to see Godzilla this weekend and I am STOKED. O.o

Sorry this was so long. I’ve been trying to keep them shorter, but it’s been a while . . .

Emarosa – I Still Feel Her: Part 1 (Friday Music)

Many of you know that Geographer is my favorite band. Hearing them was like one of those *lightbulb* moments, only I had no claim to some fantastic idea. Geographer hit me like a ton of bricks. But before there was Geographer, Emarosa gave me a very similar moment. Before Michael Deni’s voice haunted my daydreams, there was Jonny Craig.

The first time I heard Emarosa, whew. His voice demands to be listened to. That’s my opinion, but if anyone could deny the spectacular level of Jonny Craig’s voice . . . I’d love to hear it. He’s unfortunately left the band, which makes me very sad. But I still have their songs to listen to and that makes me happy.

Emarosa took up my favorite band spot for a while (along with A Silent Film). I’m not ashamed to say that I can be fickle with my favorites, but the reason Geographer wrested the spot from the others is because . . . there isn’t a SINGLE Geographer song I don’t like. There are some I like less than others, but I like every single one of them and that has NEVER happened to me before. (Might like an entire album by a person/band, but there’s usually at least one I dislike.) Unfortunately, there are some Emarosa songs I’m just not particularly fond of, despite how spectacular Jonny Craig’s voice is.  That’s just me. But holy hell, does he ever have an amazing voice . . .

>.>

I’ve been telling myself that I needed to get on here and do stuff for the past couple of days. Mostly because I’ve done what can be done with my book up to this point (meaning THE PROOF IS ON THE WAY TO ME NOW O.o). But, well, I’m sick. I’m using that as an excuse for everything, but hey . . . I really am all achy and bleh and my head is just . . . well . . . not forming things as well as they could usually be formed.

I know I’m so horrible with the neglecting I do of pretty much everything, but I’ve kind of realized that’s just me. When I’m doing something, I put my head down and get it done. When it’s done, I let myself do other things. As healthy as it would be to balance things better, I’ve kind of given up the hope that I can do as much (at least anytime soon, but maybe one day . . .).

But the good news is that, here shortly, I’ll have time to do things. I have plans for other writing ‘projects’ in my head, but I’m temporarily putting them on hold so I can ‘live’ a little (at least for a ‘little’ while).

Anyway, I’ll be getting the proof this coming week. Also have one of my best friend’s weddings to attend (and hopefully get over my sickness and pray that I won’t have a red nose to match my red bridesmaid dress O.o), and then, of course, there’s getting to see GEOGRAPHER live.

I might try to do some catching up on here later, but I might put that off until tomorrow (or the next day, depending on) in the hopes that I’ll be feeling a bit better and might possibly be able to retain information. That would PROBABLY be best . . .

Hope everyone is doing well out there and all that, and that no one is sick. (One day I’ll figure out why I decided to switch my preference in temperatures/season changes. I AM questioning my judgment as of now.)

Friday Music: Geographer – Night Winds

Yes, yes, I know I’ve already done a Geographer song on here. You don’t have to tell me as much. But I’m currently riding on the high of knowing that I will FINALLY be seeing them live soon (AHHHH!). It only seemed appropriate, and I DID say that I would put up more songs by them at some point or another. I’ll admit I wasn’t intending to do so this soon, but who cares?

UGH, those LYRICS! They get me every time . . .

As usual, I hope you all have a lovely Friday and an equally lovely weekend.

I’ll be contemplating over those lyrics, as I always seem to do.

🙂

Updates and randomness.

I still haven’t been on here like I should. It took me . . . a very long time to get my sleep schedule back to the normal nocturnal (mission accomplished as of yesterday!). I’ve been startlingly busy, both with the appointments of last week and other things.

THE MODEL FOR MY COVER HAS BEEN FOUND! That is VERY exciting news, and it was very exciting news that came a week or so earlier than I was expecting it to. I received the shortlist of models from the photographer that works with the cover artist (have I mentioned that I love both of them yet??) Sunday night. I chose one (in a manner of speaking) and, as of Monday morning, a photo shoot has been scheduled for October 12th! Until then, it’s just preparations for that (on the photographer’s part) and waiting (on my part).

The model is lovely, seriously, and she looks so close to how I see the MC in my head that it baffled me. It STILL baffles me. I opened the first picture, my eyes went like this – O.O – and I thought, “There she is.”

It was an amazing thought to have.

It has been a remarkably fantastic, enjoyable, and ridiculously exciting experience thus far. It more than makes up for all the stress of everything else to do with preparation and the like (which is another thing I’ve been doing). I really can’t imagine going about this any other way than the way I’m doing it. Not that I haven’t imagined it; I’m just so glad.

I’m still unsure about the when, as there are so many separate moving pieces that it’s kind of hard to tell until those moving pieces all start coming together to form one cohesive moving piece. I’m still aiming for early December, but will update on here if that changes. I SO BADLY want to release it on November 12th (to get the date of 11/12/13 because I’m weird like that), but it’s highly unlikely. Possible, but I have to make sure everything is right.

I’m planning on catching up (or getting as close to that as I can) with reading on here tomorrow night. I actually tried to do that a few days ago, but for some reason WP wasn’t letting me leave comments which made me very angry.

I still haven’t got the pictures taken last week of me, but I got an email that they were to be sent in the mail on Monday so I’m expecting them either tomorrow or the following day.

It’s kind of weird and difficult to adjust to so many wheels turning when I’m so used to the only wheels being the singular one spinning in my head. It’s a definite adjustment and it will take me some time, but I’ll get it all figured out. Be patient with me while I do!

In other news – GEOGRAPHER IS FINALLY COMING CLOSER THAN SIX HOURS AWAY FROM MY LOCATION! I saw that a couple of hours ago and had a miniature freak-out. I missed them (AGAIN) when they were at that six-hour-away-place (due to circumstances at the time), but I WILL NOT miss them when they’re only two hours away. I wasn’t expecting that to happen any time soon, if ever. So that was an absolutely fantastic bit of news.

Next month, I will finally see them. It’s GOING to happen. I can’t justify missing them when they’re only two hours away. If circumstances try to get in the way again, I will borrow one of my cousin’s swords and slash those circumstances into ribbons. I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if I didn’t go.

Now I’m imagining myself swinging a sword at nothing in the air and shouting curses at circumstances. Ha. Good little entertaining mental image.

Also, I have vowed to never touch a Zynga game ever again. I don’t care how fun they are. Zynga has killed something very dear to my heart (omgpop), and I shall never forgive them for it. I know it won’t make a difference to them, but a vow is a vow and I will hold to it.

That is all!

Friday Music: A Silent Film – Let Them Feel Your Heartbeat

A Silent Film is, respectfully, my second-favorite band. Sometimes they’re not; sometimes they’re my favorite too. They’re the only band (in my mind) that is on par with the magnificence that is Geographer. Sometimes, I have my moments where I love them more (probably because I’ve been listening to them for longer and some of their songs are just . . . SPECIAL to me, I suppose you could say).

There is something about A Silent Film’s lyrics. They aren’t the poetic masterpieces that are Geographer’s lyrics (that will leave you guessing after first listen and still guessing after a year of listening). But they’re special. They’re so simple, but have so much behind them, I think. When I say that they’re simple, it’s not that they’re simplistic. It means I GET them. Sometimes it takes a good deal of thinking, but they’re GET-ABLE, if that makes sense. Geographer and A Silent Film sit at two polar opposite ends of that universe. One, I love for the mystery. The other, I love for the understanding. They clash and yet, somehow, they coexist with one another in opposite sides of my heart where they belong.

This song, for example – it’s by no means their most elaborate song (lyric-wise), but I absolutely LOVE it for it’s simplicity and the meaning behind things. To me, there isn’t much confusing when it comes to the points that A Silent Film gets across. Some of their songs have some of the most blatantly effing brilliant words ever. I will post one of those at some point, I can assure you, but I had to do this one first.

There is SOMETHING about this song. The message is so clear and it has some of my favorite lines in any song, ever.

The first line: The devil puts words in my mouth when we’re close.

Easy.

My ALL-TIME favorite bit is: The heart is deceitful above all things.
So desperately wicked, who can really know it? Are you listening?

Isn’t it just?

That’s why I love this song. Maybe it’s the lines, and maybe it’s the way the lines are delivered. Or maybe it’s the entire point of the song as a whole. I LOVE what it’s talking about. I love everything about it.

There’s SOMETHING. I guess this is just one of those songs that (like the one I posted a week ago) does something to me I can’t explain – makes me feel something, makes me think about something. Who knows?

Okay, okay, maybe I do know.

One of the most amazing things about music is that it can INSTANTLY transport you somewhere. It can make you think about a specific moment, a specific person, some random thing that happened that you forget about until you hear a lyric or a few beats. Every song I’ve listened to more than 20 times does that to me. And I think . . . I think most of my ‘moments’ when it comes to songs are some of the only secrets of my own that I keep. If a song means something to me, that’s because it makes me think about something. It might be insignificant to most people, but maybe not to me. Insignificant or not . . . I’d never tell.

Is the fact that I’ve listened to it . . . I’d say . . . likely 500 times or so any indication of how I feel about it?

I love it.

I think I just realized something. My memory slips constantly. I think I just realized that some things won’t ever slip from me.

The beauty of music. Gotta love it.

Friday Music: Geographer – Verona (Acoustic)

I will, FIRSTLY, say that this is not my favorite version of them playing this song acoustically. I put this one up instead of the other to spare you all 23 seconds of nonsense at the beginning.

I’ve already rambled on here about my love for Geographer (and this song). I had to put it for my first Friday Music post because . . . I love it so much and it just wouldn’t feel right to put anything else up first. I won’t bore you with how much I absolutely adore this band again. Well . . . maybe just a LITTLE.

They are amazing. I love them. They seriously, without debate, have the best song lyrics I have ever heard (though there are a FEW, AND I MEAN VERY FEW bands that come close). That’s not debatable in my head, at least. Their lyrics make me want to crawl inside brains to figure out what in the world made those words come out. Lyrics are a big deal to me. I’m a writer. I love words. End of story.

They are amazing. Their music is amazing. Their lyrics are amazing. The entire SOUND of them is just AMAZING.

I love them.

And I have nothing else to say, apart from that you should be expecting more music from them to come on a later Friday. Expect me to ramble on about specific lines in songs that really get to me and things of that nature. It will happen at some point, I promise.

I can’t believe I said the sound of them.

Ha

Happy Friday!

(LOOK! I DID WHAT I SAID I WOULD! One week down.)

My trip to Florida. Yes, there are pictures.

Florida was definitely . . . hmm . . . unexpected – all around.

I had some fun. I had some revelations. It was an experience, for sure.

One of the first revelations will be one of the last that I mention on here.

The following one: I might have to do some spelling lessons with my niece when she returns.

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My next revelation was that Florida during the rainy season is quite unpleasant at times, and somewhat scary at others. I recorded a video, but have no intention of posting it.

My disdain for Spanish Moss has not lessened in severity since leaving Georgia several years ago. No offense to those who are fans of it, but it just disgusts me. I have a horrible daymare about a big chunk of it falling from a tree, such as the one below, and landing on my head.

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Something completely unexpected was (what my friend J calls) a magnificent little plot bunny hopping around in front of my face, while looking out very early into the trip at the scenery below and hearing a story about a certain bird. (If you follow me on Twitter, that is the lamppost I mentioned on there as well, though from a different angle).

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Beach Day Number 1 was fun. My sister and I went alone and alternated between laying out, and walking around in the water.

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We then shared a giant platter of fried seafood (and fries) after, which was lovely. Our waiter needed a haircut.

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Dogs, generally, love me. The latter of those below followed me around the entire time while at the house. He tried to sleep on the bed with me one night and was so insistent on staying there that he had to be picked up and carried away. Poor thing. And yes, those are two different dogs. They are both thirteen or fourteen years old, believe it or not.

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Beach Day Number 2 involved several people and LOTS of rain. Needless to say, I have no pictures of during. It rained on us the entire time. I had children holding my hands (which was strange, but made me wonder if I MIGHT NOT be so horrendous at dealing with them when I possibly have my own one day).  I got the crap beat out of me by waves (which was a good laugh). All in all, it was a startlingly fun time. I’m glad there was no lightning, or else the time wouldn’t have happened at all.

The picture below is of my grogginess waking up on Beach Day Number 3. Those are my favorite sunglasses. They broke, shortly after I took this picture.

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I am expecting some pictures of BDN3 to appear in my email at some point, but as of now, I have none. That was another day with many people. Another revelation I had that day: My social anxiety has NOT lessened. I nearly had a panic attack due to the COPIOUS amounts of people on the beach. It was not pretty. Not at all. Well, the BEACH was pretty, but me on the beach? Not so much!

Later on, after it rained (which cleared out most of the people), my sister and I walked around in the water, looking for seashells. She found the best ones, but she let me have them.

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Beach Day Number 4 was only me and my sister again (yes, I know that is not the appropriate way to say that).

It was lots of fun, apart from some strange sand-bee things that were hovering around our laying-out-blanket. And, of course, the seagulls always make for a nervous time. Poo? No thank you. Also, some jerks tossing a football over people’s heads right before we left caused a bit of frustration. Anyway, that was the only day we saw dolphins. As mentioned in the last entry, my sister took 30 pictures of them while I was away for a few minutes. I will spare you of them all. If you see the little specks far off into the distance on the second picture – that’ll be the dolphins. Yes. Specks.

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The last full day was the 4th of July. I was missing Husband terribly, dyed my hair again, and was then thrown around people I didn’t know, a couple more kids, etc., and was about fifty million different levels of uncomfortable. The picture below is me sitting in the car while the kids did things at a little carnival type . . . thing? My misery level was 9000.

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But things got a little better (about 3 hours or so after that picture). Watched fireworks. Got a glow bracelet (hadn’t had one of those in a long time . . . I’ll disregard that it was yellow). Plus, I’d had some awesome blue cake earlier in the day, which was pretty great.

A few small things? I got an email from a friend that absolutely MADE one of my days. I spent some time with some awesome people. I found out that my favorite band, Geographer, will be playing close enough for me to see them. Yes, six hours of driving is close enough to see them. Don’t even talk to me about social anxiety; I will stomach it for them. I missed them the last time they were that close and I’ve been regretting it ever since.

Anywho, that was basically my trip.

But apart from realizing that I DO NOT LIKE BEING AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND, I also realized that my sister and I? Well, we can have a pretty dag on good time together. That was the best thing about all of it for me, which is what he’d hoped – for the two of us to get some quality time together. We did.

We drank a CRAPTON of coffee (though it was never as strong as I like). We laughed. We talked. We talked some more. She made jokes about her Flintstone feet; we then painted our toenails to match and had ‘chrome wheels’. She fishtail braided my hair (I’d never had it done, and she’d never done it). I made her listen to Mr. Roboto (WHO HASN’T HEARD THAT SONG?!). We listened to SO much music. We did a lot of talking.

I’ll tell you what . . . that plot bunny aside?

All of that stuff with my sister was the best part of the trip. And missing Husband (and having several anxiety-episodes) aside?

I’m glad I went.

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Liebster Blog Award

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So, I got nominated for the Liebster Blog Award earlier by Briana Vedsted (you can find her at  http://whenibecameanauthor.wordpress.com/  – thanks Briana! ).  I was more than a little confused as to what it was (because, at first glance, all that came to mind were those 100 question surveys I used to fill out when I was bored on MySpace several years ago), so I did a little investigating on the matter.  What I discovered was pretty neat.  Basically, it seems to be a way for lesser known blogs to all connect with one another (or something along those lines).  Liebster translates to dearest in German, which gives it an undeniable, “Awwww,” factor…

Onward.

The Rules:

1)      Copy a picture of the award thingy somewhere (might take me awhile to figure out how to do that) into the post.  (Look, there it is.)

2)      Link back to the person who nominated you. (Check)

3)      List 11 random facts about yourself.

4)      Nominate 11 other bloggers to pass it along to (it goes unsaid that you should link to their blogs so the people reading yours can check them out…Well, I suppose that it IS said now).

5)      Notify those 11 other bloggers about their nomination.

6)      Ask 11 questions for your nominees to answer.

7)      Answer the 11 questions asked by your nominator.

When doing research about this, I saw somewhere that the original numbers were not eleven, but whatever.  Eleven is supposed to be a good number, isn’t it?  That’s what they say, anyway.  They say a lot of things, but that’s neither here nor there.  (There should be eleven rules to this, if we’re keeping up the trend.  Rule maker?  Where are you?)

Eleven Random Facts About Me:

1)      I despise odd numbers.  If I can see any sort of clock when I’m waking up, I will not get out of bed until that clock hits an even number.  Numbered volume?  Even.  Numbered speedometer?  Even.  I’m not as bad about it as I used to be (fits would ensue), but it still irks me.  Sometimes, I try to just not look at numbered things if it’s something that would bother me (not all things do).  Non-numbered clocks never bother me.  Yes, it’s weird.  I’m not ashamed of it.

2)      I can’t read books while I’m writing books.  I made about…two(ish?) exceptions while working on my second series.  No matter how much I love reading, writing is a more fulfilling experience for me.  When I’m working, I don’t want any other stories taking up residence inside of my head.  Bad for my working methods.

3)      Speaking of working methods – that reminds me of something else.  I despise noise if I’m not making it.  Outside noises, other people doing things that we all do (key-jingling, pen-tapping, etc.).  I grew up right on the verge of being in ‘the sticks’.  I like quiet.  I like peace.  I can’t work with noise.  I can’t think with noise.  (This is another thing that will induce ‘fits’, but when using that word in both of these instances, I mean a mental fit [for example – feeling the need to type things like ghasdhgjksdhgjshjfd in a bad way].  I can almost always manage to stay composed in any given situation and politely ask, “Will you stop that, please?”).  My dad will make noises like that intentionally around me.  I generally use the word please the first two times, but I’ll get rid of it after that.

4)      I may talk a lot (A LOT), but I’m a very quiet person.  I don’t speak loudly; I mumble most of the time (difficult when your husband has hearing problems).  When I’m at home, I rarely speak at all.  But when I’m talking to people that I don’t see on a daily basis?  I don’t shut up.  I’ve never been ‘loud’ though.  Both of my parents are big mumblers as well.

5)      I make makeup and nail polish in my spare time.  Wholesale websites have got a little too much business from me (being one person and just doing it for a hobby), but I enjoy it and I use it.  It’s a fun thing to do when you’ve got nothing else planned, but it can be extremely messy.  I believe there’s glitter inside every crevice of electronics that my husband and I own.  I’m glad that he doesn’t have a problem with it.  He’d be pretty miserable if he did (or if he was one of those guys that – for some reason – is terrified of glitter).

6)      I have a thing for fuzzy socks and pajama pants.  I don’t know what it is, but I will wear them until it’s so hot that I can’t stand it.  I’ll still wear my robe in the middle of summer sometimes.  I should probably throw it away, but I just can’t force myself to do it.  That robe (and those fuzzy socks and PJ pants) kept me warm(ish) many a night while sitting in my shed mid-winter writing my books.  They hold a special place in my heart.

7)      I have some guns and a bow that I enjoy shooting (responsibly) very much.  Since moving, I have no space to do that safely so they’re just sitting here taunting me.  It’s one of many things that make me miss home.

8)      I’ve traveled quite a few places (even lived in quite a few), but Kentucky will ALWAYS be home to me.  Every time that I go somewhere else, I get a quick reminder of why my home state is so beautiful and amazing.  I want to move back there, but not to my hometown.  And yes…we wear shoes.  I have about a million pairs of them, in fact (clear exaggeration).  Yes, we can read and write.  Yes, we go to school.  No, we are not all unintelligent ‘hillbillies’.  You wouldn’t believe all of the things that people assume about Southerners – ESPECIALLY people from Kentucky.  It’s quite ridiculous.

9)      I’m an avid UK basketball fan.  I watch every game that I can and talk about the ones that I can’t with my dad (or my mom, who mostly complains about one thing or another with it).  UK basketball is a big deal with most of the people in my family (my sweet little mamaw included).  I even got my husband (who is from a different state) watching it and loving it.

10)   I love video games.  My all-time favorite is Final Fantasy VII.  I’m sure Husband enjoys that about me; it makes his life much easier, I would imagine.

11)   I don’t like soda.  I could blame it on the carbonation (which feels like acid to me when it’s going down), but I’ll occasionally drink a flavored carbonated water, or an energy drink.  Coffee is generally my go-to beverage of choice.

The Eleven People I’m Nominating:  (I’m not sure how many followers any of these people have, and this whole thing seems to be about lesser known blogs, but…how am I supposed to know if they don’t have a counter?  You should check all of them out though.)

http://bnbrown10.wordpress.com

http://ajburch.wordpress.com

http://ruralhabituation.wordpress.com

http://njmagas.wordpress.com

(Yes, I can count.  I was trying to pay attention to both followers [where I could], and whether it was obvious or not if they’d received this before…Both of those things eliminated quite a lot of my already short list.  We’ll say that’s MY number eleven in this instance…)

Eleven Questions For The ‘Eleven’ People I Nominated:

1)      Reading: Digital, or Paper?

2)      What is your favorite place in the world (could be a city, a state, or even something more specific, such as a room), and why?

3)      Cats or dogs?

4)      What is your favorite holiday, and why?

5)      What is your favorite thing to do to pass the time (this does not include your occupation if you love it, unless it’s the only thing that you enjoy doing)?

6)      What is the most frustrating thing to you in the entire world?

7)      Who is the person that you most look up to in your life?

8)      When writing (in any form), what is the most helpful thing for you to have during (for example, a cup of coffee, or background noise)?

9)      Your dream job?

10)   What do you believe is the best thing about you?

11)   What is your biggest hope/aspiration in life?

The Eleven Questions Asked By My Nominator:

1)      What is your pet peeve?

–          More things bother me than they probably should.  Hmm…I was going to say something else, but I’ve changed my mind.  I believe the one thing that bothers me more than anything else in the entire world is people only doing things halfway – not putting in the work required, but expecting the results of it.  If we’re talking about minor annoyances, I will spare you all of the long list.

2)      Where would you like to go on vacation?

–          England, Ireland, Scotland (also Rome, Russia, etc.).  Anywhere with a lot of history.  I know nothing about architecture, but I think it can be remarkably beautiful.  I would love to see some of it.  And I would also like to see where my family came from…at least the family that I’ve got traced back.  A lot of my favorite actors are British.  Running into one of them?  Unlikely, but still more likely there than it is here.  That would be awesome.  Could you just IMAGINE running into Matt Smith at a pub (I can’t even imagine GOING to a pub)?  I’d probably pass out before I could get the words, “New companion…do you need one?” out of my mouth.

3)      Who is your favorite singer?

–          I don’t necessarily have a favorite singer.  In fact, I generally have a difficult time picking a favorite anything…comes with the territory of being indecisive.  As of now, my favorite band is Geographer.  Michael Deni’s voice, coupled with Blaz and Ostreicher’s instrumental talent, all tied together with some of the most AMAZING lyrics I have ever heard or read?  Well…it’s about as freaking close to musical perfection as anything my ears have ever experienced.  (If you’re interested, there is an acoustic version of their song “Verona” that is just…beyond words – the link is  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8d4Tx_hW9M ).  I don’t see that favorite changing.  They’re incomparable to me.

4)      Do you have a nickname?

–          I have quite a few of them, actually.  Almost all of my friends call me something different.  I prefer not to be called by my full first name – not that I don’t like it because I do, but it just feels weird when I hear it; there are some exceptions to that rule.  Given that this is in some way a ‘work’ blog (because I talk about my work) and I won’t be publishing under my legal name, anyone on here can just call me C.  Actually…anyone in the world could call me C and I would be more than fine with it.

5)      Is there something you collect, i.e. stamps, rocks, dried flowers…

–          I ‘collect’ quite a lot of things.  R has called me a hoarder on more than one occasion, but I most certainly am not.  I only collect my favorite things.  Books, make up (mostly eye shadow and nail polish), clothes, shoes, and movies.  I guess that you could also count pictures in there as well.  My mom is an avid rock collector, believe it or not.  If you get around her, expect to be held up for at least an hour while she shows you her collection.  Some of them are pretty cool, but it’s not my thing.  Although I do have a few of them she gave me that I keep close.  Only a few.  I used to collect stickers when I was little.  Okay, okay…I still have a shoe box with some of those somewhere.  Okay.  Yeah, I have some yarn.  And puzzles.  But those are just ‘occupy time’ things.  >.>

6)      If you could go back in time for a day, what year would you go to?

–          I’m all about moving forward and only looking backwards to keep track of where you’ve been to ensure that you’re not stepping over your own old tracks.  I honestly can’t say there is a single moment I would want to relive more than moving forward.  But for the sake of choosing and answering the question?  2011 – The day my husband came home from his deployment.  Good day.  Very happy day.

7)      What is your favorite color?

–          Cobalt blueish (grayish, silvery blue), and dark purple.  See, I have problems picking singular favorite things.

8)      What smell reminds you of home?

–          Green.  Plants, grass, trees.  Good things after barren times, rebirth after dormancy.  And dirt.  The latter might not sound pleasant, but it most certainly is.  Makes me think about my mom’s garden.  Results yielded from hard work.

9)      What was your first pet?

–          I’ve had a great many pets in my life.  My first favorite pet was a Labrador Retriever/Golden Retriever mix.  She was the only good dog that I’d ever had, until Pig.  I had her from second grade until right after I turned 18.  I never thought I would love another more.

10)    What is your most prized possession?

–          If we’re speaking of physical things, it would be my books.  Hard work.  But the thing I cherish most in my life are the loving relationships that I have with the people I care about/the people who care about me.  I don’t care if that sounds cliché; it’s true.

11)    Name your favorite book off the top of your head.

–          I’m sure most people have a favorite book, but this is another of those things for me.  Not counting mine (I’m close to them and of COURSE they’re my favorites, what can I say?), some of my favorites include Graceling by Kristen Cashore (I’m not as big a fan of the two that followed, but I LOVED the first), The Infernal Devices series by Cassandra Clare (I’m not as big a fan of The Mortal Instruments as I am TID), and I love the two series that Richelle Mead has out (Rose is probably one of the most ass-kicking female main characters I’ve ever seen in a book.  I love her…most of the time).  There are also a few Stephen King novels that are as near and dear to my heart as any of his books could possibly be to a heart (I probably began reading his books WAY too early in my life, but I can attribute a good deal of my vocabulary knowledge to him).

Okay, a little endnote here.  Most people that I’ve seen who did this thing didn’t answer questions as in-depth as I did.  I answered them in that way for two reasons.  One, I am long-winded.  Two, I am generally not very OUT THERE when I blog, so I figured this would be a good way for people to get to know a few things about me that they otherwise wouldn’t.

I’m very much looking forward to reading the questions my fellow bloggers fill out.

Have a good day/night everyone.