Friday, June 17
Who Are You?
Today, I decided not to blog about writing. I'm sure we all have another life outside our writer selves. Sometimes I sit and daydream about the craziest things. Things like what the Mona Lisa would look like with a mustache. If the dollar the grocery store cashier gave you passed through the hands of a person that would change your life. Things that most people would find ridiculous.
I'm not an outgoing person. My sister says that to some people I come off as down right anti-social. I once asked some long time friends of mine what they thought of me when they first met me. One said she thought I was stuck up. My mouth dropped open in horror. I never thought I was putting that out there.
Here's a glimpse into the other side of me. The non-writer side.
I like all kinds of music. I don't care what the classifications are. If the words mean something, and the beat moves me, I like it. I love being in a crowd full of diverse people. It's one of the reasons I love Atlanta. If you go to some of the festivals and events during the spring and summer months, you can find some of everything. There are people from all walks of life. Black, white, gay, straight, rich, poor...you get the picture.
Of course I like to read. Good stories, unusual, stories. I had a t-shirt once that read "Normal is Boring." That's me, all the way. Sometimes I speak before I think. (Trying to work on that one. It's not always a good thing.)
I can't stand real-life drama. I like my drama in books or movies. Sometimes I can't escape it, but if I can, I avoid it.
I've had a friend that has been there for me, and I have been there for since the sixth grade, and I love her like a sister.
My husband is my soul mate. Sounds corny, but it's true. He and I met in Korea. After we were married, I went to meet his family in Washington D.C. for the fist time. I started looking through his year book pictures from when he was in the third grade and realized we were in the same class.
The most important things in my life? Family, friends, my writing. my job. In that order. What's yours? Who are you?