I did this once upon a time, but I have no idea where it is now. Nor do I remember if I gave the same answers. Probably not because some of these songs were just released in the last couple of years. Incidentally, someone tagged me on Facebook not too long ago, asking me to do this. I thought, what the heck, it'll be fun.1 You should do it, too!
Using only song names from one artist, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think.
Pick Your Artist: SNOW PATROL2
Are you male or female: SAME
Describe yourself: I AM AN ASTRONAUT
How do you feel about yourself: WOW
Describe where you currently live: AN OLIVE GROVE FACING THE SEA
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: NEW YORK3
Your favorite form of transportation: IF THERE'S A ROCKET TIE ME TO IT
Your best friend is: THE PRESIDENT
Your favorite color is: BLACK AND BLUE
What's the weather like: CRACK THE SHUTTERS
Favorite time of day: THE LIGHTNING STRIKE
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: VELOCITY GIRL
What is life to you: SWEET LITTLE MYSTERY
What is the best advice you have to give: THIS ISN'T EVERYTHING YOU ARE
If you could change your name, what would it be: STARFIGHTER PILOT
Your favorite food is: CHOCOLATE4
Thought for the Day: WHEN IT'S ALL OVER WE STILL HAVE TO CLEAR UP
How you would like to die: DISASTER BUTTON
My soul's present condition: YOU COULD BE HAPPY
The faults I can bear: SPITTING GAMES5
My motto: JUST SAY YES
1 "It'll be fun" - this will be my battle cry from here on out.↩
2 I've been in love with their music since '06. Was fortunate to exchange correspondences with them via MySpace in '07. Finally got to see them live in concert in '12 while 8 months pregnant. My baby didn't seem to mind.↩
3 Of course, New York. I would've said Ireland, but ironically, these gifted Irish boys have never written a song entitled Ireland.↩
4 There couldn't have been a better answer for this.↩
5 I have been spit on, yes. Landed on my foot, thank God.↩
Friday, January 24, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Giddy Up
My name is Fritz and this is my first attempt to writing anything in the last, err, I don't know, I can't even count anymore. I've been with Blogger since 2007 and I don't think I've blogged about anything remotely interesting since, well, let's call it "The Great Depression." Go to my old blog, you'll know what I mean. I'm a website copywriter, too; website owners pay me to write original copies for them. So, you can see how that's a problem for me.
No, it isn't writer's block. It isn't just writer's block, to tell you frankly. It's a slew of things; excuses, reasons, happenstances really. I was working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Until I downgraded to just 4 hours a day, 5 days a week. THEN I started missing deadlines and, as a result, I was not getting paid for work I wasn't doing. Rightfully so. I tried to get my groove back, but it was too late at that point. I got pregnant, which was nothing short of a miracle. But the whole experience, no matter how happy it made everyone, just made it hard for me to get any work done. Life, the good and the bad side of it, got in the way. I know that doesn't justify anything. But that's what happened.
I miss writing, that's another motivator right there. Lately, I've been feeding my brain with so much fiction, so much stories from other storytellers that I kind of forgot how to tell my own story, my own non-fiction. I'd like to change all that. I have no idea how, but this is a good place to start, I think. I'm bidding adieu to my old blog and starting a new one. A fresh start. A clean slate. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. A bajillion tons of ashes.
Consider this as the first step to get back on the horse. A wee tiny horse, sure. Like a cob - those cute chubby Hobbit horses they used in the Peter Jackson movies. Ok, fine, a donkey (happy?). I just want to get out of this rut. I don't want to be idle anymore. I want to make my mark in this infinite cyberworld. I want to wake the sleeping dragon, revive the creativity and the eagerness I once had, and write. Write exceptionally well. LIVE exceptionally well. I would very much like for my daughter to look back one day and tell me, "You're a friggin' amazing writer, Mothergoose." Yes, those exact words.
No, it isn't writer's block. It isn't just writer's block, to tell you frankly. It's a slew of things; excuses, reasons, happenstances really. I was working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Until I downgraded to just 4 hours a day, 5 days a week. THEN I started missing deadlines and, as a result, I was not getting paid for work I wasn't doing. Rightfully so. I tried to get my groove back, but it was too late at that point. I got pregnant, which was nothing short of a miracle. But the whole experience, no matter how happy it made everyone, just made it hard for me to get any work done. Life, the good and the bad side of it, got in the way. I know that doesn't justify anything. But that's what happened.
I miss writing, that's another motivator right there. Lately, I've been feeding my brain with so much fiction, so much stories from other storytellers that I kind of forgot how to tell my own story, my own non-fiction. I'd like to change all that. I have no idea how, but this is a good place to start, I think. I'm bidding adieu to my old blog and starting a new one. A fresh start. A clean slate. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. A bajillion tons of ashes.
Consider this as the first step to get back on the horse. A wee tiny horse, sure. Like a cob - those cute chubby Hobbit horses they used in the Peter Jackson movies. Ok, fine, a donkey (happy?). I just want to get out of this rut. I don't want to be idle anymore. I want to make my mark in this infinite cyberworld. I want to wake the sleeping dragon, revive the creativity and the eagerness I once had, and write. Write exceptionally well. LIVE exceptionally well. I would very much like for my daughter to look back one day and tell me, "You're a friggin' amazing writer, Mothergoose." Yes, those exact words.
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