Silver, on her Penumbra Blog nominated me for the Kreativ Blogger Award.
And worried…I’m much more interesting in fiction than in real life.
According to the rules of the award, I’m to share seven things about myself that you witches may not know and then to nominate seven other bloggers for the award. WARNING: This is long and boring.
1) I was once mistaken for a hooker. Hey, it could happen to anyone! Okay, yeah, it usually happens to me. I was 16 and working at a hotel gift shop across from Disneyland. I remember what I was wearing–a summer dress that went down to my knees, had a pretty high neck and wide straps over my shoulders. They dress was way more feminine than sexy. I was walking back from lunch when two men approached me from behind and made suggestions. I was so terrified I ran in the hotel and told the bellmen. The bellmen were NOT amused and chased the guy–don’t know what happened after that.
2) I once thought I’d be really good as a Wedding Planner….then I realized I would kill the crazy brides and their mothers. I scrapped that idea.
3) My 7th grade science teacher said I was too much of a day dreamer to ever amount to anything. Ha! Now I get paid to day dream!
4) A real hero saved me from a knife attack. This isn’t actually funny–I came home from work and there was a male neighbor outside my apartment door talking to a stranger. I stopped to say hi, but the neighbor was abrupt like I was interrupting. That was odd but my nylons were killing me, so I went in the house, locked the door and went to change. A minute or two later there was a huge thump on the front door. I was tangled in my nylons, and by the time I got to the door, no one was there. Turns out, the neighbor was stabbed by the stranger–he survived. Somehow he got across the courtyard to another neighbor’s house. And he had known something was off about the guy and wanted me to go in the house (I was young, probably 18). I do wish I had done more, realized what was going on somehow stopped the neighbor from getting stabbed. It still bothers me.
5) My husband swears I’m a crazy magnet. I’ve had people at book signing describe how they once killed someone, or how they just got out of prison and want to write their stories, or various kinds of jaw dropping things. Seriously people will CONFESS to me. I don’t know what it is. Most people are great and I enjoy myself, but every now and again, I’m thinking “restraining order.”
6) Right after 9/11, I was stuck on my book ( I think it was the second Samantha Shaw book). I had the bright idea of going to the police station and asking if there was any way I could schedule a time to talk to a community relations officer or get a tour. Also, I just wanted to go into the police station to see what it looked like and felt like. Everyone was a little touchy around this time, so the receptionist called out a lieutenant. Right about then, I was starting to realize I didn’t think this out. The Lieutenant took me into his office and verified my ID, then took me on a tour. He was super nice, showed me everything, including the locked weapons room, and introduced me to the two VIPs walking around. Everyone was incredibly nice and helpful. I think it’s because they were bored. My husband thinks it’s because I was…and I am embarrassed to admit this…wearing shorts. I can’t believe I didn’t change clothes before going!
7) I once sent an email to my sister talking about my editor…only I sent the email to my editor NOT my sister. Fortunately, I was saying nice things. My editor thought it was unbelievably funny.
I know I’m forgetting to nominate 7 more people, but seriously, no one is going to read this blog to the end!