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Bronwyn Green<\/A> won a blogging award, and now we’re all going to be punished. She got to pick some people who have to tell ten little-known things about themselves. I see this as a lot like being crowned Queen in Tudor England. You get the honor and stuff, and you get to pick some ladies-in-waiting and make them do some stuff, but it doesn’t last forever. Look, I’m not saying that someone should cut off Bronwyn’s head and put it on a pike or something, God forbid. I’m just saying that maybe she’s going to be declared the blog award’s sister and put away to molder in an estate somewhere. I’m just looking out for my friend. I want to make sure this blog award isn’t going to kill off its other recipients and expect Bronwyn to care for its children, you know?<\/p>\n

Wait, what was I supposed to be doing?<\/p>\n

Oh right. Ten things that are not well-known about me. That’s kind of hard, because I generally just vomit forth copious amounts of “about me” in my daily existence. Some of you readers out there might have copies of your books signed with, “I could really use a cupcake right now” or “I’ve never been to a P.F. Chang’s.” But I’m gonna give it a try. I’m gonna do eight because I’m bucking convention and I don’t feel like that blog award should be able to just barge into my house and start bossing me around because I am an American.<\/p>\n

ten<\/S>eight things in no particular order of importance<\/B>


  1. If it would end up with me in some kind of group home, I would wear various period costumes as my regular clothing. Mostly Tudor, maybe some medieval or pre-revolutionary France thrown in to break it up. Regency just for cleaning the house. I’ve also considered the same scenario but with Disney costumes, and I would dearly love having Cinderella’s peasant dress for cleaning days. I would probably be more into cleaning my house if I could pretend to have cartoon mice assisting me.
  2. The first car I ever owned was a Ford Escort XL. It was red, with a green hood because a tree fell on it before it became “my” car. It had a stain in the backseat that we all called “The Mystery Stain” because no one could remember how it got there. My friends and I used to hang our bras on the antenna, and once my mother left to go pick up pizza in the car with all of our bras still attached.
  3. When I was in middle school, I didn’t like taking group showers after gym class, so one week out of every month I would claim to be on my period so that the gym teacher wouldn’t make me showever. Things were going okay for a while, until I actually got my period for the first time during, you guessed it, gym class. I had to go to my teacher’s aerobic’s class for like a week as punishment for lying about my period.
  4. I’m a full-time believer in reincarnation, and I’ve had several past-life regressions. I’ve almost always been a peasant who died horribly. I’m really hoping to avoid that in this life. However, I have a pretty good outlook on dying since I’ve come to the realization that it’s not permanent.
  5. When I was born, my mother was single and in college, so I was raised by my grandparents in their haunted house. Despite putting me to bed every night with stories about who died in the room I was sleeping in, my family can’t understand what would drive me to write stories about vampires. Many family members have expressed a desire that I write historical romances or something “nice” for Steeple Hill.
  6. Recently, I’ve discovered nail polish blogs. I’m addicted to pictures and descriptions of nail polish. I don’t know why, but it relaxes me, and I’m a big fan of being relaxed. Because of my new obsession, I’ve gotten into the habit of painting my nails every day. Sometimes twice a day. And then I decided I didn’t like them square anymore, so I filed them round, then I didn’t like them as ovals so I filed them down to nubs to start over again.
  7. I have a genetic disorder that makes me too bendy for my own good. To combat this, I lift weights, but I’m still a huge wimp who can barely lift a gallon of milk. I could probably crush a man to death with my thighs like that James Bond villain from the 90’s, though. The opportunity hasn’t really come up.
  8. I have this delusional blind-spot in my reason wherein I think, “I can do that,” to almost anything. This once extended to playing the piano. I was surrounded by a group of about thirty high schoolers, all looking at me expectantly, and I asked, “Okay, can someone show me which one of these thingies is C?” I saw thirty young faces fall, and one of them meekly asked, “You know how to play piano, right?” I shook my head, very confident still, at this point, and said, “No. But lots of people do it. It can’t be hard.” I was wrong. However, their musical was a success, so there wasn’t any harm done. In fact, I think I taught them a lesson about courage or music or something.
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