Today is the day, the chance to read some fascinating answers around the blogospere to the following ten questions. To see a complete list of people participating, go to Nicole Ducleroir's blog, One Significant Moment At A Time.
Jezebel and I came to a compromise concerning this post: she would answer five questions and I would answer the other five. It's up to you to figure out who answered what.
I'm honored to be a part of a new anthology, Nothing But Flowers. Below is the blurb and an invite to the launch party.
"Nothing But Flowers: tales of post apocalyptic love" is the second offering from Literary Mix Tapes (a quarterly crowd-sourced short fiction anthology inspired by music).
Inspired by the Talking Heads song of the same name, Nothing But Flowers explores the complexities and challenges of love in a post apocalyptic landscape. From plague to fundamentalist governments, comets and war, from terra firma to outer space the people on these pages face up to what it means to love and be loved when you’ve lost everything.
We also have a Facebook launch party… so please join us and invite your friends, too! A ‘yes’ RSVP puts you in the running to win one of four eBooks and a signed paperback.
The list of questions for you to answer look to be fun so I've signed up. The questions are:
1.What is your favorite word? 2.What is your least favorite word? 3.What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? 4.What turns you off? 5.What is your favorite curse word? 6.What sound or noise do you love? 7.What sound or noise do you hate? 8.What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? 9.What profession would you not like to do? 10.If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Go on over to her blog for the full explanation and read about the chance to win prizes and sign up!
The announcement seemed redundant amidst the bells, whistles and general clatter as the chute opened, spitting out the latest delivery. Olaf sighed, hefting his pitchfork to begin sorting through the new batch. He’d just finished with the last ones.
First, they had to be separated according to size. Determining whether they could be recycled came next. Some were positively indecent, not fit for anything at all. Those went into the fire, but the stench occasionally sent Olaf running to the far corner.
After sorting the remainder by color, Olaf sent them off to the recycle center. There they would be picked apart. He shuddered at the thought. Such a tedious job. He never wanted to be promoted and wind up doing that. Still, it was essential to maintain order in the universe. Everything in its place and all that.
He often wondered what people did with the other sock though, when its mate came up missing. Did they only wear one?
Just in case you've missed me lately, I've had a hard time with motivation since the holidays. (If you haven't missed me, keep it to yourself) Between being ill for all of December and now with my #$%& ankle in a #$%& cast, I've let my blog reading and writing slip into the abyss of neglect.
The year of the Hare is now upon us, bringing harmony and flexibility. I thought I'd use it to make a fresh start and get more organized. I'm not sure how disciplined I'll be about sticking to a routine so as to fit in writing, commenting on blogs and waving to people on Twitter and FaceBook as I speed by, but that's my goal. Oh yeah...and reading the milliontytwo books that have come out in the last six months by author friends.
Have you made any changes to your daily routine now that the holidays are over?