Ten Things About Me

That you probably didn’t know.

When I saw this post going around, I quietly hoped I wouldn’t get tagged in it. Not because I don’t want to play, but because I’ve been blogging on this site for a couple of years. Anything worth mentioning about me, I’ve already shared in some way. I couldn’t think of anything to mention, let alone 10 things. Wouldn’t you know it, I got tagged twice in the same day. Thank you to J. Brandon Lowry and Terijo for pulling me into the fray. Honorable mention to Classical Sass whose tag got me the morning after.

1. I used to sculpt

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“Ribbon” made of chicken-wire and plaster bandages

2. I used to hide in the closet when my mother read to me

Simply hiding under the covers when my bedtime story got scary wasn’t enough. If I didn’t hide, I would run around in excitement. But she wasn’t allowed to stop reading. I get scared easily but I love every second of it. Watching television was the same thing, I would hide behind the couch or watch peeking from behind the door, yelling angrily if someone wanted to change the channel for me. I stopped hiding as I got older but it took me well into adulthood to learn not to get up and pace around when any sort of story got exciting. I still get the urge, but I can control it now.

3. I am a PADI certified open water SCUBA diver

Diving is simply amazing. Underwater is the closest we can get to exploring an alien landscape. Everything is different, but the thing that surprised me the most when going SCUBA diving, is the sounds. Before getting my certificate I imagined it to be quiet — maybe “blup” every now and then. As you descend and the sea seems to close up above you, it is quiet, for perhaps a full second. And then a world of sound comes at you. Strange, unidentifiable sounds, some man made and some not, and they all sound closer to you than they really are. It’s then you realize how out of your element you really are.

4. I don’t have a driver’s licence

I took lessons twice, and I aced my theory. But when it was time to take the test, I chickened out both times. Just the thought of going out in actual traffic gave me a panic attack. That’s not hyperbole, I got panic attacks regularly when I was younger. People try to tell me I will do fine on the roads. That’s not what I am afraid of. I trust myself in a car. I don’t trust everyone else. How many complete incompetent idiots do you encounter in your average week? And the vast majority of those drive cars.
It doesn’t help that I live on the corner of a crossroads where some sort of accident occurs every other month. Currently the street is littered with shredded pieces of tire, the aftermath of a blowout. The driver of that car was asking for a blowout though, acting like he was in a drag-race, burning rubber for the hell of it. That’s the sort of people I would share the road with…

5. Matthew Mercer is teaching me to narrate fight scenes.

That sounds exciting doesn’t it? Okay, so it’s a little bit misleading. What I am doing, is binge watching/listening to Critical Role’s Dungeons and Dragons Campaign on YouTube. (it’s still considered a binge, if you watch a single episode a day, but an episode lasts between 4 and 5 hours, right?)
I’ve not played Dungeons and Dragons before, but I’ve recently decided I might want to. And so I started researching the game and how to play it. Between videos on the “Satanic Panic” of the 80s and things with titles like “Top 5 mistakes players make when creating their D&D character”, I found “D&Diesel”

6. I have never followed a recipe

I like cooking and I own a lot of cook books. But I have never followed a recipe exactly as it is written down. I don’t know if I’m just feeding a need to be unique or something, but I’m always making substitutions and additions without even trying the original. There’s cinnamon and apple juice in my pancakes. There’s garlic in my onion soup. There’s Gouda in my lasagna.

7. I take way too many selfies

The nondescript social media I use has a limit of a thousand images you can post to it and I have once again hit that cap. Some of the images I have on there are memes, and there’s a few pictures of other things, but a lot are pictures of myself — usually showing off a new dress, or earrings, or something like this:

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Shhh. I’m incognito.

8. I am terrible with names

Both remembering them and thinking them up. If you’re reading anything of mine and I’ve named the characters, you can be sure I made use of a name generator. In real life, I can often tell you everything about someone I’ve met and recall our conversation almost word for word. But I couldn’t tell you their name.

9. I secretly hate shoes

If you could look into my closet right now and see the shoe collection I have, you’d think: “Really? No one could ever tell.” And that would be fair. I like buying shoes. But only because I can’t really go out in public without them. The truth is I hate wearing shoes almost more than wearing a bra. As soon as the opportunity presents itself, my shoes come off. If I can go a day without wearing shoes, I will. Even if that confines me to the house. I choose to walk over the gravel in the yard barefooted rather than wear shoes.

10. I could have been a professional athlete

It’s true. From a very young age I was a superb swimmer. At 5 years old I was scouted to get into a training program with an eye towards the Olympics. I did win some gold medals in speed swimming. But my parents were reluctant to force me into that life-style. We moved to Aruba by the time I was nine, and instead of speed swimming I wanted to go into synchronized swimming. Unfortunately I wasn’t as good at that. But it was so much fun! I swam in shows at the local Holiday Inn hotel for a few years.
Later on I tried to become a swimming teacher for kids. I quit the course, because the technique changed on me. The old way — the three-step stroke — was so ingrained into my muscles, I just couldn’t master the newer, two-step stroke. The window for professional swimming had closed. I can’t say I’ve got much regret, only fond memories.

Writer of fiction, blogs and erotica. Frequency in that order. Popularity in reverse.

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