The Creative Blogger Award

Aaaaand, I have been nominated for another award! So without further ado, I will jump into the rules, which follow thusly:

~Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify all nominees via their social media/blogs

~Thank and post the link of the blog that nominated you (very important)

~Share 5 facts about yourself with your readers

~Pass these rules on to them

So first off, thank you for nominating me, Adriana Gabriella! (Here’s a link to her interview with me, in case you missed it last week.)

And now for the five facts about myself.

Fact One: Despite my blog title, I don’t (usually) go insane when I run out of coffee. Truth be told, coffee and I have had a love/hate relationship for years. During NaNoWriMo, I rely heavily on its brain sharpening powers to help me reach my overachiever goals. (And if my rough drafts are gibberish, it was the caffeine’s fault—I refuse to accept responsibility.)

But when I’m not drinking too much coffee (and by too much coffee, I mean enough to drown a whale), I can do just fine without it. Sometimes I go for several weeks on end without more than a cup or two. And I realize some people will probably want to hit me for saying this, but I don’t get withdrawal headaches. Last year I drank coffee on a regular basis for seven months straight and then quit cold turkey with no adverse effects. I think that might classify as a superpower. So if you want, you can write a book about me—as long as I get a free copy.

 

Fact Two: I am a compulsive rule follower. (Already you’re laughing because each time I’ve been tagged for something, I’ve adjusted the rules to suit my own whims. I guess the internet is different.) Little rules. Big rules. Medium rules. It doesn’t matter. I must and will follow them. In grade school, I was known as the goody-two-shoes kid (however, may I point out that everyone who called me that was also wearing two shoes?).

I dislike driving even a mile over the speed limit. I sometimes feel guilty about altering a recipe when I’m cooking, even though I know what I’m doing. And when a pool sign says “soap and shower before entering”, that’s exactly what I do—while my friends just drench themselves and then wait impatiently for me to hurry up.

 

Fact Three: I love music—as in, if I had to choose between either the perfect husband or an unlimited supply of free music, I would pick the latter. Hands down. However, I am not hugely musically talented. I enjoy singing for my own amusement (that sounded a little narcissistic), but I would rather die than go professional. I have no desire to perform in front of an audience, and I think I would prefer waking up with a spider on my face over braving the stage fright (okay, that might be a slight exaggeration). I can play the guitar and the piano to varying degrees, but I don’t practice often. So when I say I love music, I mean, I love to listen—and that’s pretty much it. I crave long car drives where I can camp out on the backseat, jam in my ear buds, crank up my iPod, and close my eyes.

Unfortunately, I don’t exactly know what sort of music I like—what genres and what styles. I just find stuff that clicks and then go with it, which makes finding new material rather difficult.

 

Fact Four: I have this mental color-coding system for letters and numbers. I’m aware this makes me sound slightly odd, but I assure you, I am perfectly sane (well, mostly). The letter “I” for instance, is a dark indigo while “w” is usually a dark grey or an ice blue. “B” is violet, though sometimes it’s pink and brown. “Three” is lime green. And on and on and on. Also, the way the letters or numbers are combined will change the coloring of it all. So when I’m editing and I’m waffling between two word choices, I generally go with the one that fits best with the color scheme of the sentence (“sentence” is a pink word, by the way, with just a hint of light green and white). And since you’re probably marking me down on your “avoid this crazy person list”, I’m not even going to tell you about my color-coding system for novels.

 

Fact Five: Once, when I was sixteen, I convinced another teenager that I was actually thirty-seven.

 

Now that you’ve read these five useless facts, you are free to go and use your time for more important pursuits, like Twitter and Instagram.

And, last but not least, the tags! Again, I’m going to bend the rules and only nominate three people since I don’t read many blogs. Here you go:

Heather @ Sometimes I’m a Story

 

Opal @ Opal Swirls

T. A. Christensen @ T. A. Christensen Writes

 

Have a nice day!