Thank you so very much.
It is with the utmost humility and gravest sincerity that I accept this wonderful honor bestowed upon my humble blog. I am speechless, finding it hard to believe I’m even worthy of such attention.
I received this love pat of an award from my gifted fellow blogger and sublime wordsmith, Christa Wojo, of the stunningly crafted and beautifully worded blog, My Sweet Delirium. Christa is an animal-loving ex-pat living in Panama, smoking five cigarettes a day (oh! the willpower), exposing us to some of the beauty of her world. Oh. And she also happens to be the author of this little gem of a book called The Wrong David. I kind of loved it.
The One Lovely Blog award is not really so much of an award as it is an excellent excuse to tell folks a little about yourself and then pass the love on to your other blogger and writer friends. It’s what Christa did with me and what I’m about to do with some other good folks.
First things first
I’m kidding. Not going to hit you with some Biggie right now, although any time I write the phrase “first things first”, I cannot help but sing “I Poppa! Freaks all the honies”
What I intended to say before Notorious B.I.G. got me all distracted is…
First things first, let me hit you with the rules:
- Share 7 facts about myself
- Link to blogs I enjoy reading and want to pass along the love
- Nominate those bloggers to participate in this love fest and link back to the Lovely Blog that nominated them (ahem…which would be mine)
So let’s do this, bitches.
I’ve seen my brother turn blue and almost die from being exposed to peanuts. Back in the early 80s, before fatal nut allergies were discussed and blogged about, my family was already well-versed in dealing with them. We were on our flight to India, seeing my grandparents for the first time ever, and towards the end of the flight, he got hungry and ate the special, nut-free meal Air India made just for him. Nut-free my ass. Just as we’re touching down in Chennai (then still known as Madras), he vomits and then has trouble breathing. The plane stairs go down and there’s my family, racing across the tarmac. We burst into the insanely crowded airport (have you seen an Indian airport? Whoa), my dad throws my brother on the floor, and starts digging through his bag for the epinephrine. Of course, he couldn’t find it and by this time a crowd has formed around us, made up of family members who have never seen my brother or sister and have only seen me once, when I was two, and strangers, all while my brother is turning a sick shade of blue, beginning with his lips, and my parents are frantically searching for the meds. They found them eventually, after dumping the entire medical bag on the floor, and my brother survived, after getting two shots. But damn if that image has not remained seared in my brain all these years later.
I’ve seen Michael Jackson in concert three times, once on the 6th row from the stage for the Victory Tour and twice on the Bad Tour. You don’t need the details, you already know: it was EPIC
I was eight the first time I rode an elephant, which is an excellent opening sentence to a book and I think I’m going to use it to open my next series, but is also true. I really was eight years old when I rode my first elephant. We were visiting my grandparents in Chennai and my cousins and I rode the elephant at the animal sanctuary. And guess who got to ride up front, bareback, with her hands resting in the elephant’s head? You got it…this bitch right here.
Lately, I’ve been having this intense desire to learn to ride a motorcycle. I’m forty-three and kind of figure if I was going to be the motorcycle riding kind of girl I see in my dreams, then I should have started a little earlier. Now I’ve got The Kid and The Husband who, when I shared this desire with him last night, looked at me like I have three heads. He told me to go and buy a Vespa.
Back when I was in college, after a long night, partying in various Parisian night clubs, and riding on the back of a very cute boy’s motorcycle through the city streets as the sun was coming up, I dragged myself into my friend Deena’s dorm room on the International Campus where we were living for the summer, spied her sleeping in bed with her boyfriend, spotted a lovely bottle of water sitting on her dresser, next to several bottles of wine, raced across the room and swigged half the contents. Only it was not water, it was Ouzo. And it was toxic. I’ve never touched the stuff since.
I have laughed so hard I have peed in my pants. Twice. Both times with my friend, Noelle. We were just laughing about it this evening as we texted each other. To this day I own the crown for being able to make her laugh like no other. Needless to say, she and I have the potential to be all about some funny shit when we get together.
There needs to be a movement informing women that their 40s are fucking awesome because no one says it, but it’s the goddamned truth. Okay, so maybe I don’t have the boobs or the hipless body I owned in my 20s, but in my 40s my mental self is so fierce that I can handle that fact. And even better, I kind of love my 40s body – it’s pretty damn sexy, if I may say so myself. Shit is great on so many levels as a woman in your 40s, but in this youth-obsessed culture, an appreciation of the 40+ female is rare and novel. And you know what I say to that? Fuck that noise. Just one more reason to move to France.
And now I will pass this on to some of the fabulous writers and bloggers I’ve met this past year – they should all feel free to take their time with this or even say thanks but no thanks. It’s all good.
SABINA KHAN – author of the soon-to-be-released YA Paranormal novel Realm of the Goddess
STEPH SWINT – of the blog Bookish, where bookish types are always welcome
CAROLE BESHARAH – of the blog Barda Book Talk
AMAN MITTAL – of the blog Confessions of a Readaholic, who doesn’t read fantasy fiction but reads (and enjoys) my books
AMANDA HOROWITZ – lawyer by day, freaking amazing magician in the kitchen at all other times (her photography is pretty dreamy as well)
THELONIOUS LEGEND – author of Sins of the Father and blogger on all matter of things diverse
GUINEVERE & LIBERTAD – the mighty twins behind the kickass blog, Twinja Book Reviews and Diverse Book Tours, working hard to diversify our bookshelves
ERICKA GREER – YA Librarian and Highway-YA blogger
KAYTI NIKA RAET – author of the fabulous YA series, The Outsider Chronicles
TESHELLE COMBS – award-winning fantasy author of The Core series and The System series
That’s enough for now…I’m tired.