Wednesday, May 13, 2015

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

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:



Have a nice day!


  1. Thank you for the tag!

    How dare you not get withdrawal headaches!! :P I get them really bad- one day off is enough to make me feel like someone is breaking my head. And who wouldn't pick an unlimited supply of free music over a perfect husband?? Also, the fact that you color code letters and then can pick what word to use it a sentence is awesome!

    1. You're welcome!

      And I'm sorry!!! :P I will do my best to start getting withdrawal headaches so you won't feel so bad. I've had a chronic headache for about four years though, so when I say I don't get withdrawal headaches, I actually mean that my head doesn't hurt any worse than usual. :P And yes, music! Who needs husbands when you can have music?! Also, thank you--when I wrote the bit about my color-coding system I was thinking, "oh goodness, now they're all going to think I'm nutso", so I'm glad you think it's cool.

  2. Thanks for the tag! It is hilarious that you managed to convince someone that you were 21 years older than you actually were, and I totally understand the way you respond to music. When it comes to music, my heart says yes but the rest of my body says no. And that is a sad truth. Following rules is also another one of my things. Like, it's just how I roll. Thanks so much for tagging me! :) I look forward to doing this soon!

    1. You're welcome! I had so much fun convincing her--and she didn't believe me later when I told her I was actually just sixteen. When I saw her again a year later, she was still convinced I was in my late thirties, so now I feel a little guilty. But I can live with it! (MUAHAHAHAHA!!!) I'm kind of glad I don't have any musical aspirations, since that would just be another headache to worry about, and it might end up tainting my love of music. And I'm glad I'm not the only compulsive rule follower!!! Seriously though, I feel so Vulcan sometimes, but I've checked, and my ears aren't pointy. You're welcome again--I look forward to seeing your post! :)

  3. HA! These are the best!! 37, ehh?! XD Well done! Once I convinced my sister that a full moon is called a "Cheese Moon". Like, you know a Blood Moon? Anyway, she believed I had to spin it further into the moon-being-made-of-cheese until she realised I was having her on. -_- I also convinced my family that Marco Polo invented pizza. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME, OKAY? I have compulsive lying problems?! NO I AM A WRITER.
    I am a compulsive rule breaker. xD

    1. Thanks! :P And yes, I can see a bright a future ahead of me, living large as a con artist. And nice going on the trickery---and seriously, if Marco Polo had invented pizza, he would be my favorite person ever. And yes, "writer" is the euphemism we use for people with compulsive lying problems.

      Well, compulsive rule breakers are important too. My sister was one, and life would have been pretty boring without her driving me crazy. :P