Absolutely not! In particular, most hurtful opinions should be swallowed not spit.
2. Whom do you miss more Freddy Mercury or Prince?
The fabulous Freddy! 🎶💔
3. If you could only email or text people for the rest of your life (no other form of communication), which would you choose?
I used to love long, winding emails, but since most people prefer text (or messenger), I’ll have to give that the nod. I’m starting to prefer texting too, since it feels more immediate.
4. Would you prefer to work the midnight shift at a really creepy out of the way motel OR work alone for eternity?
Easy one: alone!
5. Bonus question because yes, these are a weird bunch this week: What’s one secret you’re still keeping from your immediate family? (no details required. You could say something like “The lost weekend in 1982”. You can also answer “Why I NEVER keep secrets from my nearest and dearest!”).
I don’t keep secrets from my daughters. Secrets create stress and distance, and my overriding goal is to be close with my girls, always. Oh wait, I have one, lol.
6. Please feel free to share something uplifting that you’ve experienced so far in 2021.
8. What or who got you into listening to music first?
My parents were big music fans. My mom loved Johnny Cash, my dad loved the Doors, and they both loved the Beatles. We had lots of rock records, the album from Woodstock, and soundtracks from musicals.
9. Who were some of your favorited bands/artists as a youngster?
I’ve always been partial to Neil Diamond, Gordon Lightfoot, and the Supremes.
10. Which decades of music influenced you the most as a youngster growing up?
The 1960’s and 1970s.
11. Did your parents listen to a lot of music when you were living with them in your younger years and did any of their listening influence your own musical tastes?
Yep. Beyond the music listed about, they also got me interested in the Rolling Stones, the Mamas & the Papas, Stevie Wonder, Jefferson Airplane, Elvis, Glen Campbell, and soundtracks from Swan Lake, Zorba the Greek, Hair, My Fair Lady, etc.
12. Can you list your Top 5 musical genres that you listen to frequently today?
I listen mostly to old rock and old pop from the 1960s-1980s. Some grunge, some country, some classical.
13. Aside from listening to music, have you ever learned to play a musical instrument or sing or take part in the musical entertainment industry?
Nope. I’m literally the worst singer ever and have no musical talent at all.
14. What is it you most like about music and how does it make you feel when listening?
Two things. For most songs, I am hugely interested in their lyrics. That’s the most important aspect to me and it’s why I like country music a lot. People are surprised by that, but often country lyrics are really funny. If I can’t understand the lyrics, a song is pointless to me (aka rap, heavy metal, etc.). My enjoyment is more intellectual than emotional, though there are a few songs that give me the feels because of the mood their sound and lyrics create in combination, not to mention the skill of the singer. And then there’s classical music without any lyrics, which makes me feel calm and centered.
15. Which decade of music throughout your years to date has influenced you the most with regards to your listening today?
Didn’t I answer this already? The 1970s!
16. Do you listen to music daily? If so, is that all day or only at certain times? If not, when do you listen to music?
I mostly only listen to music in the car when I’m commuting to/from work or errands or whatever. I generally do not put on music in my home, though occasionally I get in the mood for it and listen for a while. If I’m alone at work, I sometimes play music on my phone.
17. Do you ever sing, whistle, hum, or dance to any of the music that is playing?
18. Do you have music playing when you are writing or creating? If so, does it further inspire you and help to juice up your imagination, or do you find music can knock your concentration levels off?
When writing creatively, I prefer silence. For other types of work, music on a very low volume is nice sometimes, though I usually don’t think of putting it on. If it’s loud, I can’t focus.
19. What was the very first concert you ever attended and also the last one and how many concerts have you seen from the first to the last in total?
First, Journey. Last, Hotel California (Eagles cover band). Maybe a dozen in total.
20. Do you prefer to listen to music and appreciate it that way or are you more likely to be more physically involved as in dancing?
I’m never likely to be physically involved in anything!
21. What sort of system do you have to listen to music at home and do you “collect music” or purely listen?
My system is to stick a CD in my player or find stuff on YouTube. I do buy music occasionally and have a lot of CDs, both pre-packaged and homemade. I hear there’s this newfangled thing of storing/finding music in the cloud, which sounds magical and mysterious. I’ll look into that someday…
22. How important is music to you?
I think you can gather from my answers that while I enjoy music, it’s not that important to me. I’ve met people who are absolutely consumed by it, and that’s not me at all. Sometimes, in the car, I prefer silence so I can concentrate on the crowded roads and also my own thoughts. Of all the arts, I rank literature and poetry at the top, then painting, sculpture, photography, etc., and music last.
As I was driving home from work tonight, I noticed the enormous full moon. I knew I had to grab a pic after I parked. Too bad there wasn’t something beautiful to frame it with, but piney trees and telephone poles are what I had to work with.
I don’t know what possessed me to visit that particular castle on the gloomiest day of the year, but I’d been out of work for a monthand needed a distraction. Lo and behold, there was a notice on the door they had desperate need of an assistant. With my unrelated background in floral arranging, I expected my application to be rebuffed.
But the owner hired me on the spot and I was extremely grateful. Room and board were included, so I packed up my meager belongings and returned that night to begin work immediately.
My new employer asked if I had anyone to list in case of emergency. No, I said, I’m all alone in the world.
“Excellent.” She smiled and locked the door behind me.
Idk what the hell happened, but I had to delete my Song Lyric Sunday post just now, plus about a dozen past SLS posts. Somehow, I messed up my reusable block when I created next Sunday’s SLS post tonight and it affected many posts. WP wouldn’t let me edit today’s SLS post, remove the block, save new text… NOTHING. But next week’s scheduled post previews correctly, which makes no sense. I didn’t hate the blocks at first, but now I’m fully on the block-hate bandwagon. I also hate that everything about WP now is geared to marketing and money-making rather than writing. I wonder how long actual bloggers will stay here given what a pain in the butt blogging is. BTW, I hate blogger too.
I just paid the $48 to renew WP, lol. Figures as soon as I do, I end up in a rage at the whole site. Even more annoying, I already wrote my Monday peeve and don’t want to substitute this for it, but I need to rant now, so I can’t make this next Monday’s peeve. ARGH!
Speaking of Sunday night rants, let’s talk about Medium, which I b*tched about last week. I took the advice offered by several peeps, cancelled my subscription, and faded away. I have 47 posts there and will probably make another $5.00 (same as last month). As soon as I quit “clapping” (liking) other writers’ articles, my claps disappeared, proving that it’s just a bunch of BS, unless you’re one of the very few big fish who gobbles up a huge share of the pot. Even though a subscription is only $5/month, I don’t want to contribute that to the top writers who write about making money on Medium. Geez, what a racket. It wasn’t about making money for me though ~ it was about being read and just having my words OUT THERE in another venue. But since I didn’t perceive the place to be a community of people who CARED what I wrote, I switched to thinking okay maybe I can make some money. Nope. Bleh.
Anyway, thanks to all who responded last week ~ it was helpful. I’m just TIRED of doing things that aren’t fun and don’t generate results. I mean, I WORK a real job full-time, plus more, so I don’t need hobbies that cause me stress. That’s why I quit writing poetry on Twitter a while back and it’s why I’m not interested in writing another novel or poetry compilation to plop on KDP. As I asked last week, what is the effing point?
Linda gives us a “point and shoot” prompt today and I ended up with caramels from the novel Manhattan Beach by Jennifer Egan. I’m about 8% done and enjoying it. The protagonist’s father is describing how it was to grow up poor and steal candy.
I ate a lot of caramels in high school. They were sold in convenient packs of five for like a dollar. Sometimes I’d buy two packs. I had lunch right before Phys Ed in senior year, and it was nice to stick a pack in my pocket to have something to munch on while other people were doing sports. Obviously, I was supposed to be participating in sports too, but meh.
I went through a caramel apple phase. I liked to get those round wraps at the store, cover my apple and zap. They weren’t as good as the ones from candy stores though. My daughter worked at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory for a while, and they had incredibly delicious caramel apples with fancy decorations. Haven’t been back for a long time.
The sweet/salty bliss of crunchy caramel popcorn is a welcome treat. I especially love the kind that has big globs of caramel plus nuts too. Mmm…
Haven’t had any for ages. It’s a nice snack while reading a book, which is where I began this post.
I know people in actual cold places aren’t going to believe anyone could be cold in the following climate…
Well, I’m freezing. It was 48 at 8am when I went to Target and it’s 63 right now in my apartment. I don’t put the central heat on because it makes my skin so dry and my eyes so itchy. I use a space heater though, which doesn’t dry out the whole place. At work, the office building heat doesn’t seem to affect me like house heat. Idk why. Also, I don’t remember house heat in NY/NJ/IL being so drying and awful, but I was a lot younger then.
When my girls were little, I used to love decorating for Halloween and other special events. But over the years that impulse faded until now when I don’t do anything at all. Usually I decorate my office a bit, but due to the plague no one comes in so I haven’t bothered.
I guess I was doing it for other people then? I never thought about that until writing this post. Why shouldn’t I decorate for myself, if it makes me happy? The thing is… it doesn’t. My pleasure in decorating for holidays comes only from sharing it with others who appreciate it.
I do not blog anonymously, though I understand why people do, and sometimes I wish I had. My name is slightly altered from my “real” one, but I can be found and I use my actual face photos to make that process even easier. 🤣
Why am I not anonymous? Well, it’s mainly because I began writing online 20+ years ago with this name and I want to refer to my published work, mostly self-published, but even so. I also write as Anna Fondant, which I’ve made no secret of either. Supposedly, it’s best to have one name per genre, and Anna focuses on romance and erotica. I have a third name for a completely different style of writing, but I unpublished that novel. I intend to edit it and make a trilogy of it… someday! It’s sort of science fiction erotica, or it appears to be sci-fi, but maybe it isn’t.
I try not to identify real people in my blog or otherwise unless I have their permission. My “dating stories” have many details obscured, though one guy recognized himself, which turned out to be fun. Once, I ranted about someone (without naming her), and she read it and bitched, so I took down the post. I’ve been more careful since then. I don’t post pics of others until I receive their OK, or if they’re in the public domain, such as Pexels or Pixabay. I also avoid discussing my work, family, or friends in any great detail. In that way, I’m discreet, if not anonymous. I cringe every time I see a “mommy blogger” post embarrassing stories or pics of her kids. One day, they will google themselves…
If I’d been anonymous from the start, I could have used blogging as a great catharsis for my thoughts on relationships, marriage, sex, work, politics, religion, etc. But I didn’t and I don’t. When I say anything on those topics, I’m very careful, sticking to bland stuff like “Vote Blue!” My Twitter is connected here (you have to go to the main blog to see it), but even there I retweet only mainstream Democratic stuff. You may think you know a lot about me because I’ve posted so very very many words, but you actually do not. Even those who were “privileged” to read my private blogs years ago know only a sliver more.
There was a time when I was extremely depressed because I thought I’d never meet a “soul mate” I could be 100% myself with, and vice versa, but I’m over it. Pretty much. I remember those few times though when I thought I had someone like this, or someone was a potential “this,” and it was ecstatically life-altering. Then came the crash. I’ve now accepted that it’s not going to happen, and hoping for it makes me feel worse, so I have to continue to censor myself with everyone everywhere, in various ways.