Tuesday’s meme question

30th January – How are you doing on those New Year’s Resolutions?

Can’t break ’em if you don’t make ’em!

I would like to note that I wanted to post every day on my blog in 2017, and I managed it. Sometimes I had to write out my blog posts or take photos, then do a bunch of posts at once on individual days, but still… I did it!

I haven’t made that promise to myself this year, but so far so good.

Today’s meme question

29th January – Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

A little of Column A, a little of Column B. It really depends on the situation. For many years I thought I was an introvert, then I realized I was mostly choosing to observe rather than participate because 1. I think I may be from another planet, and I’m here to study humans, and 2. I’m a writer, and everything I see and hear is material. It’s all going into the mental journal for later use.

January meme

Here’s a January meme I’m borrowing from my friend Mark on LiveJournal. I’ll finish out the missing days as they arrive.

1st January – Thing you are most looking forward to this month

The repairs to our house five months after the flood.

2nd January – Do you have any new year’s resolutions?


3rd January – Are you part of any fandoms? What do you do in them?

Not really. There are books, movies, and TV shows I like a lot, but I’m not much of a joiner in any case, so I’m not in fandoms.

4th January – Where would you most like to travel?

Outside the U.S., Iceland, but since I don’t fly… I’d also like to visit the Pacific Northwest, the only part of the U.S. I haven’t been.

5th January – What was your favorite class in high school

English. If it involved reading and writing, I owned it. Although I had a physiology class with a brilliant teacher that still serves me well today.

6th January – What was your least favorite class in high school?


7th January – What is your all time favorite song?

There’s just no way to narrow this down, but Simon and Garfunkel’s “The Boxer” always hovers around the number one spot.

8th January – Do you listen to audibooks or podcasts, or just music?

Only music.

9th January – What would you/did you name your daughter/s?

I have no children, but Shannon was a strong contender.

10th January – What would you/did you name your son/s?

Again, no children, but Benjamin and Samuel were my top choices. Instead I gave the names to characters.

11th January – What do you do for fun?

I have almost no leisure time these days, but since there are places I can’t work (say, in bed before sleeping), I can always read.

12th January – What did you want to be when you grew up?

A teacher and a writer. Have done both!

13th January – What did you become when you grew up?

I’ve done so many things, from waitressing to legal secretary to bookseller to working at a dog track, to dog rescue, to editor. Writing is still and always will be what I love.

14th January – What do you want to do when you retire?


15th January – Have you ever been the target of bigotry?

Not in a truly damaging sense as I’ve seen other people targeted.

16th January – Who is your hero?

My parents. Tom. I’m fairly cautious now about making heroes of public figures, but Rosa Parks comes to mind.

17th January – What makes someone worthy of being a hero?

Compassion. Character. Courage.

18th January – Do you collect anything?

Too much! Dolls, books, pigs.

19th January – Show us your handwriting

I just took a snapshot of what’s on my desk so I wouldn’t be tempted to show you my pretty handwriting. These are the messy lists I keep that are part cursive, part print, and barely legible.

20th January – Describe the place you keep your computer as if you were setting a scene in a novel.

Right now it’s in my hoarder room—the place where everything has landed that’s not in storage as our house is worked on. Since I love order, this random mess of empty furniture, stacks of clothes and miscellaneous boxes and collections of things is making me crazy.

21st January – Are you naturally messy or organized?

Organized. That’s why this clutter is a terrible distraction.

22nd January – Do you have any siblings? Tell us about them.

An older brother and an older sister. I LOVE THEM. They are smart, funny, liberal. They are storytellers and keen observers of life. They have big hearts and open minds. My brother is one of the most intelligent people I know, and my sister has the most tender of hearts.

23rd January – What is your favorite book?

Another one that’s hard to narrow down. To Kill a Mockingbird, most probably.

24th January – What is your favorite movie?

For a long time, it was Ordinary People. I love the Godfather movies. Moonstruck is another favorite.

25th January – What is your favorite TV show?

I don’t think there’s anything current I’m watching on TV. I binge Netflix. I will say “The West Wing” is probably one of my favorites and I’d definitely watch it all again. I do love “The Crown” on Netflix, and I loved “Downton Abbey.” It’s that Anglophile thing.

26th January – If the item immediately to your left were your weapon against a zombie plague, how screwed would you be?

Yay, I’m going to beat someone with a cheap desk lamp! I’m completely screwed. But until it’s broken, at least I’ll be able to see what’s going to kill me.

27th January – If you could give your younger self any advice, what would it be?

Stop wasting time on boys. WRITE MORE. And believe in yourself. Everybody is not smarter than you. They’re faking it.

My first meme of 2011

I actually did this on Facebook, but figured I’d share it here, too. In no particular order, 15(ish) movies that almost made me stop liking movies:

1. A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon. The only good thing about this one was that Tom and I saw it at the Dollar Movie, and the tub o’popcorn was cheap, too.

2. The Godfather, Part III. You realize how thoroughly a sequel’s ruined a franchise for you when you don’t care that a Corleone daughter is gunned down.

3. The Last House on the Left. The original one. It forever killed my desire to score a joint from a stranger on an adventure in the city with my BFF.

4. Big Trouble in Little China. Sorry, Marika, but if I could have those 99 minutes with Tom, Tim, Lisa, and Mark back, anything would be more fun. Except that Jimmy Reardon movie.

5. Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. You know, it may not even be Jar Jar Binks. But sometimes late at night, my mind still fumbles with the convoluted queen/decoy thing. Probably because I’ve endured this movie only once.

6. Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man. I only remember this because someone else mentioned it. Though it did give Lynne and me the chance to start many, many sentences with, “You know, my old man told me, before he left this shitty world…”

7. I only watch movies with dogs if someone assures me the dog doesn’t get it. So any movie with a stealthy dog death makes this list, and I can’t name one because I probably required memory-erasing therapy after seeing it. Wait–didn’t a dog die in that movie with John Travolta as an angel? Quick! My Vicodin!

8. I think Russell Crowe must have killed my dog in a former life, because if he’s in it, I just can’t bear to watch it.

9. Nine Months. I think that’s how long the movie lasted, too. When good actors get talked into doing bad things.

10. Bedazzled. When bad actors get talked into doing worse things.

11. Queen of the Damned. Dreadful.

12. Rhinestone. Why, Dolly, WHY?

13. A Clockwork Orange. Yeah, I know. Whatever.

14. Jabberwocky. Do they take the Internet away from me if I don’t like something with tenuous connections to Monty Python?

15. The War of the Roses. HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE.


I did that writing meme so many LJ friends are doing. Using different LJ posts and some excerpts from the two Coventry novels, I’ve apparently written like James Joyce, Dan Brown, Stephen King, J.D. Salinger, Chuck Palahniuk, Mark Twain, and FINALLY, a woman, Margaret Atwood. Which might disappoint her, as I once had a class with her and she was quite stern about my need to differentiate between “voices” in writing.

If you’d like what I’m sure is a highly accurate and scientific analysis of your writing, you’ll find your chance here.

Shuffle Poetry–plus one

I yanked this meme from Cari ’cause hers cracked me up. Emo poets, watch out!

Take the first line of the first twenty songs that play on your shuffled music (wherever your shuffled music originates). The first line of the twenty-first song becomes your title. Here’s my poem–apparently I’m having girl trouble.

I’m Free to Do What I Want Any Old Time
by Becky and her iTunes

Green-eyed girl
Give me one more chance
What good is the dawn
Oh, it’s been such a long, long time
At night it hits me cold

You want to give your love away
Walked out, goodbye
I give her all my love
Girls can wear jeans
It’s quarter to three

All I know is the way that I feel
So you think you’re a Romeo
Cain slew Abel
Moon River, wider than a mile
Trudging slowly over wet sand

Know it sounds funny
She’ll let you in her house
Am I real?
Let me in here
When the night has come

And since I’m being poetic, occasionally (okay, twice, whatever, this is my LJ and I’ll say what I want to) Mark G. Harris assigns poetry writing tasks to his friends. He finds a past blog entry we wrote and asks us to rewrite it–in verse. He last did this on November 2, assigning me this old post of mine from May 2008. November 2…which is…uh….three months ago today and…um…er….GREAT WRITING TAKES TIME, PEOPLE!

So without further ado–and note, Internet, that’s ado, not adieu, but let me not interfere with your massacre of the language so that I can commence my own.

That Day You Got Your Nails Did

Lucy and Marilyn watched from the wall
That day you got your nails did
Madonna was hanging out, too,
But was all into herself
And couldn’t be bothered with you

Each twitch from you became sound
In the nail tech’s giggles
She clipped and filed and buffed
Around your nervous cuticles
Good theater, but you didn’t let me pay

I drove your manicure to Starbucks
To wrap itself around a frappuccino and a Camel
We kept an eye out for handsome men
But got dirty dogs and a rainbow
We’re soaking in it, Hardhat Boy