For as far back as I can remember actually talking to people and not hiding behind one parent or another or on the other side of the locked door of my bedroom from invaders who might destroy my toys or read my diary, I liked to ask random questions as a way to gain insight into people. (I’ve also always been a fan of run-on sentences.) In the days before I thinned my Facebook herd (Nora’s term for it), thereby turning it into the place where I basically just link to this blog or stalk my family, this was my favorite thing to do there in my status updates. For example, I might say:
Donald Duck or Daffy Duck?
or
John, Paul, George, or Ringo?
or
Dynasty or Dallas?
Questions that mean nothing to anyone under thirty forty, but you get the idea.
The other night while Tom and I were out running errands, I spotted this at Barnes & Noble and bought it. It’s a box of 156 cards (it’s true; I counted them), each containing a question “guaranteed to spark an instant conversation!” While I have lots more readers of this blog than I did when I was on LiveJournal, I have fewer commenters. Maybe y’all are shy the way Wee Becky was. So today I’m beginning “Snoopy Saturdays.” Please use my comments here to answer my Saturday question. Because that will make me happy.
Flowers
Are you starting to turn them into a design for your own true fairy cottage?
Haven’t been so happy about anything bloggy since you retired Hump Day.
I draw space aliens.
I wonder if you are related to my husband.
I draw mushrooms … and a puffy dandelion forest … I am sending you a pic to show you. I do hope you tell us what you think of our doodles … and DITTO to the above !
and way to go Becky, i am about to go to bed and I’m thinking, why do I draw the same mushroom over and over, why? WHY?
and now I know apparently spotted mushrooms were a thing in my childhood, decor wise …
Please, please tell me no blue creatures in droopy white hats!
I think the Smurfs were too far past my time to have appealed to me. Then again, I never watched the Smurfs, so if I had, I could have been a fan.
No, I grew up with Magische Männchen in between German programs
I love the Internet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch/?v=iotEroE6OE0
Are they not adorable? Yes they are!
Yes!
I used to draw mushrooms, too! And I had a collection of brass and ceramic mushrooms as a teen. It was a thing then, but you are younger than I am, so you weren’t being trendy. Lynne had them, too.
I have one left–the only one I could never give up. Still love it and it lives in my curio cabinet so that I can see it whenever I want to.
my 35 is younger than your 35 ?
I think I was copying the trendy because I was too young to be trendy.
Yes. Your 35 was in August and my 35 was in March. Somewhere in that five months, mushrooms became retro.
I have looked at your doodle and admired. I draw mushrooms sometimes, too, and they look nothing like yours. Doodle diversity: It’s a good thing.
oh … and the rest.
Daffy by a narrow margin. They are both ducks of passion and I love them both, but sometimes Donald gets to be the hero, and he has Daisy … Daffy is alone and he is always always thwarted, always an underdog …
Easy. George.
Dallas – but why no Falcon Crest?
I liked Falcon Crest. But really, the big two were Dallas and Dynasty, and people rarely watched both, though watchers of either might watch Falcon Crest.
Daffy’s my duck all the way.
George is my Beatle–always was, always will be.
I sort of like Scrooge McDuck, Paul and I made it a point to skip all the prime-time soaps.
I love me some melodrama. Day or night, soaps have always been a kick for me, and I did watch Falcon Crest, but I LOVED Dallas and even like the reboot.
Arrrrr Mate-ette! Be that ye diary?
To protect my diary, I have a full bin of my co-writer Timmy’s journals and diaries to distract you while I make my getaway.
Swirly patterns!
You have turned doodling into tangling–it’s like going pro!
Back when I was gainfully employed, I used to spend hours at night ghostwriting off-the-cuff witty and inspiring messages for the company president to record and send to hundreds of retail shoe stores across the country. My mother used to say go to bed before you start drawing flies. But I never did. I used to draw little Mickey Mouse heads. And sometimes I would turn them into a rabbit or a smiley flower face. How come I never find anything fun to buy at B & N? Guess that could be because it is the B&N I always shop in is in the Washington U. Medical School and Hospital Complex in the Metrolink stop in the CWE where I once met a pair of life size M&Ms. http://wp.me/p1e2fO-2EH And how’s that for run-on sentances?
(Ha ha, “drawing” flies.)
I salute your run-on sentence, and I never saw life sized M&Ms anywhere! Love the photo. I’m so behind commenting on your blog, and I do have a story to tell you, so hopefully I shall be able to catch up soon.
swirls and boxes… wonder what that means… crazy, going in circles and feeling boxed in????
It’s like dreams–only you know the answer!
(You’ve always been a good doodler, as I recall.)
It IS weird how one can have so many readers/followers/friends (call them what you will) but so few comment. It’s so disheartening! Shouting into the wind.
Anyway, doodling. Hmm. I don’t really. If ever. Probably spirals.
Somebody call Vienna!
I enjoy it when people comment but I think being a teacher and a fiction writer prepared me for being okay when people read and don’t comment.
As a teacher, you may never know what impact your words have (sometime, years after the fact, a teacher hears from a former student and gets a pleasant discovery that someone was listening and being helped).
And as a writer, take any scale–say one sells 30,000 copies of a book. There might be five reviews online and a couple of dozen letters from readers. Divide that number of copies sold by thirds or triple it, and I’m sure the ratio is about the same.
People get a skewed view by the celebrity a handful of very successful writers receive, but that’s not the norm. If one wants to be a published writer, s/he should develop two things: a thick skin for the bad reactions to the work and the ability to find satisfaction in the work itself rather than reactions from readers. Or from financial gain…which is even rarer than acclaim!
Somebody call Vienna!
Sigmund, Anna, and Carl are here for you!
Thank goodness! This may take some time…
Ha–good luck!