Oh My My My
Looks like I’ve won a blog award! From two people, at that. Thanks to Ellen and Liz! The image below is probably the girliest thing on my site ever.
And apparently, with a great blog award comes great responsibilities:
1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic for whatever reason! (In no particular order…)
4. Contact the bloggers you’ve picked and let them know about the award.
7 things about Phoebe:
1. The last time I did one of these things was probably 2006 or so. Then, I made my answers all about orgasms, nose-picking, and tickling.
I’d like to think I’ve matured since then, but since my book features the phrase “merparts,” it’s pretty clear that I haven’t.
2. I almost went to art school. No, really, I’d put down the deposit and everything! I decided about a month and a half before I was supposed to leave for Baltimore that I wanted to be a writer, instead of an artist. This was partially because I was burned out from the application process (I hate you forever, Cooper Union home test!) and partially a financial decision. Had I gone to MICA, I would have been around $80,000 in the hole.
3. As it turns out, though, I’m still about $40,000 in the hole from graduate school and undergrad. This, despite going to a state school in New Jersey! If I have any advice for high school seniors, it’s to avoid debt. Though I’ve done okay for myself in many ways–steady work, fat cat, awesome husband–it’s limited my options quite a bit. I’m not sure if I ever would have had the opportunity to move out of my mom’s place in New Jersey had it not been for graduate school.
4. Speaking of husbands, mine was only the third person I ever kissed! In fact, I made it through high school without locking lips even once. This was a source of abundant angst for me at the time, but not I realize I had plenty of chances to make out that were ruined by shyness. Girls, seriously, if you haven’t been kissed, don’t be scared to go for it. There’s no reason to miss out on kissing, which is pretty much the greatest thing ever invented.
5. I never planned on marrying the third boy (man?) I ever kissed. Back when I was sixteen, I imagined that I’d grow up to be a free-spirited, non-monogamous wanderer. This makes me snort a bit at myself, because I’m fairly monogamous by nature.
6. I wrote my first novel at the age of ten. It was fanfiction about a minor character in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves called The Fire of Sherwood. I bound it and illustrated it myself. One of these days, when I’m in New Jersey and feeling motivated, I’ll have to scan it to share it with you. Only thing is that I’m pretty sure tons of the letters were written backwards. I had a problem with that in elementary school.
7. I love naps. I didn’t discover the wonder of naps until college, when between classes I’d come back to my dorm, watch Passions and pass out. And I could really go for a nap right about now.
Note: I’m fairly certain that some of the people I’m tagging won’t do this, but you should look at their blogs anyway; they’re fantastic.
- grey-girl.tumblr.com
- Glen Akin
- Jaimie Teekell
- Gretchen McNeil
- Diya
- Abby Stevens
- The Foosball Wizard (the hubs!)
- Kirsten Hubbard
- The Catbird Seat
- Ms. Ray Gunn
- Michele
- Ian
- Tricia
- Sara
- The Unprofesh Critic
Whew. That’s a lot of bloggy blogness.
Not all of these are recent discoveries. But christ, guys. I’m tired!
Phoebe
Phoebe is a 20-something writer who lives in New York State with her husband and cat. She is a dork, not a geek or a nerd.
Her debut novel, Starglass, will be released from Simon and Schuster Books for Young Readers in Summer 2013.
10 comments
Thanks! Yay! And congratulations!
I'm packing for a wedding tonight, and gonna be gone all weekend. I need to write a blogging note-to-self to do this when I get back. (I'm in web design class right now…)
I've never been kissed. I am 23. My excuse? I was raised fundamental Christian, read books all the time, and now? I write. I don't have time for boys. (I'm not worried: I have my whole life to get Teh Action in.)
Oh Jaimie, kissing is so much fun! Those first ones are extra exciting, though, so you have good stuff ahead of you. I wish I had the excuse of religion when I was younger. Really, I was terrified of rejection, though.
I honestly hadn't even realized that there was anti-kissing rhetoric among some groups of Christians until I saw the trailer for this movie a few weeks ago. Since I'm a pretty Jewwy non-believer, it was like a whole new (slightly strange) world was opening up to me. A world without kissing until marriage!
Yep, I had such rhetoric. 'Course I think it's complete balderdash. Neither does it work, really. I think for me it was less about religion or more a complete disinterest in the thing. (You'll never catch me writing romance.)
Let me add I have NEVER had a steady boyfriend. What, am I supposed to kiss random men? No, thanks.
Well, since I'm a total kiss slut, I'm probably the wrong person to ask. My instinct is to be like, yes, make out with them all!!!
Congratulations.
I tried to post my comment as it was and I got a message saying it was too short. That made me laugh.
It's not girly! It's green! *looks shifty* hehe
and seriously, napping is the first thing freshmen need to know. I take back all those times when I was a kid and I didn't want to nap… Can I take mine now?>.>
The anti-kissing people! I'm in possession of a fundamentalist self-help book called The First Date that's all about that–you're not even supposed to go on a date, you just pray and then God sends a person and you marry the shit out of him. Or your dad picks someone. In the book, one of the dudes who followed this True Way ended up marrying his foster sister. Kind of hot, now that I think about it.
Heya Phoebe -Congrats on your award and your new adventure! (And thanks for the Catbird Seat mention.
) See ya around the interwebz!
Aw, thanks, Katie!