Hello! Thank you for having me. I'm terrible at introductions but not bad at jumping in. Here are five random things about me. Care to play? 1. I hate eggs, yet my characters seem to cook them on a regular basis (usually scrambled). 2. Three things in my refrigerator: Pellegrino, dark chocolate, flour tortillas. 3. Three things in current WIP MC's refrigerator: Perrier, eggs (dammit!), leftover Chinese takeout. 4. I swear like a sailor but promise to behave myself here. (Oh, wait...^^^) 5. My current WIP MC swears in Russian. (Fortunately, he's Russian.) Next?
Hi. I'll play. 1. I hate eggs too btw. And eggplants and tomatoes. god I hate tomatoes. 2. But I absolutely love pasta. seriously, I can eat pasta everyday 24/7 and not get sick of it. 3. Two of my MCs are vampires, so blood is all you'd find in their fridge. 4. I swear fairly frequently too. 5. I particularly like fantasy stories with darker themes and morally ambiguous characters. ETA: Welcome to the forum .
Uh... Have a rubber bound book titled Fetish Put citrus peal in my tobacco to keep it from drying out. Finally own a copy of The Hellbound Heart. Don't watch television at all. Working on a Romance/Thriller in an alt-universe, where the two MCs are a hitman and a federal type agent.
1. I have complete, 2-party conversations with myself all the time. My hubby thinks I'm bonkers. 2. I really, really, really like tidiness. Not like to OCD levels, but I have little patience for other people's disarray. 3. When I was 19 I fell in love on the back of a motorcycle after getting a tattoo in Salinas, CA. It was glorious. 4. I collect figurines of Shri Ganesh. (Om Ganeshaya Namaha!) 5. Я тоже говорю по-русски! Я переводчиком работал в ВВС США много лет тому назад. Eщë работаю переводчиком, но сейчас испанского языка для судов.
1. I love Reese's Candy 2. I hate the Word Blue (I like the color just not the word), and I also hate the word Ribbon and most ribbons (No logical reason) 3. I get bored easy 4. Love all things Chili. 5. My MC Rocks it in the free world...yeah.
1. There is no such thing as too much chocolate 2. Can't stand okra in any form 3. Also can't tolerate papaya 4. I live in a desert community 5. Grew up by the beach and look for every opportunity to visit
Five things about me: 1. I like xenobiology. Something about it just fascinates me. 2. A large number of my characters and character ideas have unsual reasoning. 3. I dislike it when romance is in things it really doesn't need to be in. 4. I tend to ramble a lot. 5. What thing I'm really into at any given point can change pretty rapidly.
1. I hate feet. I hate them all, including "beautiful" feet. I find feet abhorrent. 2. I regularly enter an absurdly random date of birth when opening online accounts. Right now I am aged between 27 and 67. 3. I've known depths of darkness I hope most people never will, and it hardly ever shows. 4. I have a notable food-shopping problem. 5. I have a notable daydreaming problem.
Okay... 1. I can make my voice really high pitched and am able to sound like a cartoon character. 2. I love watching squirrels. Some people find them to be menaces, but I think they are wonderful and acrobatic creatures. 3. I love rainbows and colorful things. I bought myself a comforter for my bed the other day that has unicorns on it with rainbow colored horns. 4. I don't like Creed. He sings like he's adding extra syllables to everything. I mean sometimes I listen just to laugh.. 5. I think there are cats living underneath my trailer. I hear them meowing at night.
Yeah, I once fell in love (as much as one does for a spring and summer fling). holding onto a cute boy as we rode around on his bike. It was indeed glorious. I escaped sans tattoo. Hilariously, I have no idea what you said. I don't speak Russian, so I just use the banal "he kicked the door and swore in Russian" or "he muttered to himself in Russian" because his girlfriend doesn't speak or understand Russian either, and she's usually the observer when he does it. Amen, brother! I grew up in the desert and am now at the beach! Me too! Me too. It came back to bite me when one site used it to verify my account and I had no idea what my "age" or "birthday" was so I lost all my bonus points. Me too!!!!! And, me neither!
1) I don't do well with socializing in groups, but I can talk with people when I'm alone with them or in a group of three. 2) I talk about my WIP waaayyy too much. 3) I very much enjoy sparkles on anything. 4) The protag and main antag in my WIP both end up becoming famous posthumously. 5) I don't like being asked questions in the morning when I first get up.
1. I have an irrational fear hatred of nutcrackers. I just think they're smug little pricks. Whenever I go to someone's house around Xmas time I turn them around so they can't look at me. 2. I still have monster-under-the-bed style nightmares and wake up screaming (like horror movie screaming) four or five times a year. My wife has long since grown used to this. 3. I lost my virginity in the backseat of a red Chrysler LeBaron convertible. Even in 1996 these were old-school cars on their way out of production. I don't remember anything else about the experience, though I ended up dating the woman for a few years afterwards. 4. I remember dates and epochs of my life by concurrent sporting events. For example, a good friend of my mine had his first child during Game 4 of the 2004 Red Sox-Yankees ALCS. And my best friend's mother died the day after the Tuck Rule game in January 2002. And I met my wife a few weeks before opening day 2006. And another good friend of mine got married during Game 5 of the 2008 Sox-Rays series. We kept sneaking away to the bar to watch it. Josh Beckett gutted out 6 innings with a sore back to keep the Sox alive another day. 5. I once read War and Peace exclusively on my phone. In the bathroom while I pooped. It took a little under a year. ETA: for a bonus: 6. I can't have anything near my neck or I freak the fuck out. This goes for turtle necks, bed sheets, dentist or barber smocks, anything (though oddly enough, neckties don't bother me at all). If anyone ever wanted to torture me, they won't need to pull my teeth or fingernails out. Just slap a wet towel beneath my chin and I'll give up my own momma. I'm sweating just thinking about it. Maybe I was strangled in a former life. I probably deserved it.
My dad hates nutcrackers. I always joke around and say we should buy him one of those huge ones that sit on the floor because they’re so big.
Merry Christmas! https://i.huffpost.com/gen/2420866/thumbs/o-NUTCRACKER-1977-900.jpg?1 According to Gelsey Kirkland (Baryshnikov's dance partner in the above production of The Nutcracker) you're not far off, Homes!
I worked with a huge one. A four foot motherfucker they put right near the front door. We kept it in the attic most of the year, and I buried it in a corner as far away from me as possible. They look at me like they know something I don't. I dont like that.
1. I abhor hights. In the new house I'm moving into, I can't look over the edge of the stairwell without feeling nauseous. 2. Surprisingly, I can withstand roller coasters. 3. I can't eat candy anymore. I ate too much when I was younger. 4. I love to play out stories in my head before I fall asleep. 5. I'm normally reserved, so I rarely interact with communities of any kind. This site is the first to encourage me out of my comfort zone.
I just hate this feeling I get, when I think I'm finally bilingual, and then someone quotes a post of mine which I realise betrays my status of foreigner with p*ss-poor English. I've thought many times my not growing up in the desert surely must have been a mistake. I went through a phase a few years ago when I obsessed about Mojave, specifically. I sometimes wish there was a way...
Cursing is pretty much a religion in Russian, as are endearments, ironically. It's a complex, vast part of their language and culture. I spent 52 weeks at the DLIFLC learning Russian to serve as a military interpreter. Four of those weeks were spent on cursing, vulgarities, and blasphemies. No lie. True story. A couple of simple curses would be "Shto eto govno?" (What is this shit?) The first word is really spelled chto (что) but the ch is pronounced like as sh. Also, their version of the F-bomb, thrown out by itself, not syntactically linked within in a sentence is "Blyat!"
I lost mine to a girl named Vicky in the back seat of my best friend's 1977 Thunderbird. Five days later, I lost my other virginity to my best friend, the owner of the aforementioned Thunderbird.
I hated living in the Mojave desert, actually. We moved there from the Midwest when I was 12-13, so I missed grass and trees and flowers and birds terribly. There was nothing to do there, which is miserable for a teenager, and you have to stay inside all the time because it's so hot. So that means a lot of people sitting around drunk or stoned all the time because of boredom. Plus, I have fair skin so I sunburn easily. I got the hell out and to a large city as soon as possible. Your mileage may vary.
Thanks, Wrey! I believe it! Yeah, even though I don't speak the language, the passion of it is unmistakable. And he's a 24 year old classical musician and composer, so lots of passion there.