The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself.
One thing you might as well know about me, I do not do “small talk” I dislike it. With that said, if we were to meet for the first time, I would want to know all about you. Not what you did the past week but rather if you’d ever wondered as a child about parallel universes? Or if you asked yourself what happens once we die? Are we made of stardust?
I think we are.
To keep it lighter and still fun, I chose a few questions I’ll be answering in this post. Since it is NanoPoBlano time, this will happen every Monday. So here we are:
What’s the #1 most played song on your playlist?
I must have been asleep under a rock when this song came out. I’d never heard it before a close friend of mine sent it my way a few months ago. I’m calling you, came at a time in my life when everything was going in shambles. The rhythm, the words, the voices all put together gave me a giant audible hug the very first time I heard it. I remember crying while listening to it. Thankfully those times are gone and when it plays; I belt it out to the top of my lungs (usually by myself in the car on my way to work). It brings me joy, strength and fills me up with hope. A commodity I make sure to replenish every single day.
What is one of your favorite quotes?
Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. E. L. Doctorow
It’s a metaphor for Life. Don’t you think? Have you ever driven at night in a fog thick as pea soup? Then you understand how hard and exhausting it is. The light beam you have only shows a few feet ahead of your front fender. Yet as hard as it is to believe, you make it to your destination. Writing feels the same to me; a lot is unknown and un-visible. The work to be done is to put pen to paper and keep writing. Most of the time I can’t even see a few lines ahead, but I keep at it and find myself knee deep in a beautiful story I didn’t know I had in me. Fascinating, don’t you think?
What sound do you love?
This one is so easy: The sound of the rain tapping on my windowpane on a stormy winter night. It lets me know I am safe. As a child, I remember looking at the window on rainy days and looking at the raindrops pretending they were little people rushing out of the rain. I promise you I could see tiny legs right before the drop splattered on the pavement. Since then, the rain has always been a source of joy. Granted, some years, when it has been raining non-stop for twenty days, and the daylight is a permanent dull grey hue, rain does get on my nerve. Overall though, I can tell you, I. LOVE. RAIN
So now that you know a bit more about me anything about you you’d care to share? If not, it’s OK too. I am still glad you came.