I’d probably use it to read and write more. There is nothing better than to be able to spend time doing the things you love – especially when those things can actually help and hone your career skills!
Captain Picard was into Earl Grey tea; mention the Dude and we think: White Russians. What’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?
My signature beverage is plain old English tea. I’ve loved it since I was a baby and I must drink about twenty cups a week (not counting when I’m writing a novel!)
I love tea so much, I made a video about it.
There’s something about having a hot, sweet cup of tea in your favourite mug that is just so relaxing. I can be having a bad day, but if I just pop the kettle on and pick out some tea then everything seems to sort itself out.
Now – I’m off to make a cuppa!
We all procrastinate. Website, magazine, knitting project, TV show, something else — what’s your favorite procrastination destination?
For me that would be watching countless episodes and watching movies. At the moment, it’s Angel and Buffy, with the occasional Disney movie thrown in – just to shake things up a little.
I procrastinate all the time, but as with the true definition of procrastination: it comes in some use. For example, I may have been procrastinating on my laptop online, but then I got the Daily Post email alerting me to write this post!
Another thing I like to do is reading and writing poetry to pass the time – but as a writer, that hardly counts as time-wasting.
You get to plan a dinner party for 4-8 of your favourite writers/artists/musicians/other notable figures, whether dead or alive. Who do you seat next to whom in order to inspire the most fun evening?
- Ali Smith (Girl Meets Boy)
- Vincent Van Gogh (the artist, obviously)
- Stephen Fry (Do I need to explain?)
- Stephen King (King of all horror writers)
- Stephen Chbosky (Perks of Being a Wallflower)
I’d sit Smith next to Chbosky because they both write about sexuality in such a fluid and beautiful way.
Then Gogh next to Fry because Fry could tell him all about how famous his artwork has become and make him cry (and possibly drink).
King would be sat to my left, and Fry on my right, so I could be in awe of them all.
King and Chboksy would be next to each other so they could discuss writing order, as they are both known for their interesting novel layouts.
I’d have a round table, like Arthur and the Knights, for equality – meaning it would be (going around the table clockwise):
Me, Stephen Fry, Vincent Van Gogh, Ali Smith, Stephen Chbosky, Stephen King.
Among the people you’ve known for a long time, who is the person who’s changed the most over the years? Was the change for the better?
I think that would be my mother.
When I was a child, she was a fragile quiet mess. Now she is a loud confident woman who can stand her ground. We may not always see eye-to-eye, and we certainly have different outlooks of life, my I am proud of her growth.
She used to be someone you ignored dismissed, but now people walk into a room and notice her. Yes, she’s gotten older but that hasn’t stopped her.
My mother is loved by so many people in her life, just because she doesn’t have Facebook – doesn’t mean she doesn’t have friends. The people that love her make the effort to see her face-to-face and spend time with her.
Perhaps when I’m a mother myself, I’ll idolize her even more for her strength and courage, but for now I shall have to admire that strength from my daughter-role and commend that everyone in her life love her for who she is.
How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?
< I think my life would be chaotic if I didn’t have any fear in me. I wouldn’t be scared of money worries, or what people thought of me. I wouldn’t fear what I said or thought.
Then again – I would be fearless… I wouldn’t always be looking over my shoulder. I’d stand tall and do what I wanted, when I wanted. I’d take more risks, I’d do more amazing things. I’d write and write and write!
To be honest, I think I would have died a long time ago if it wasn’t for fear. Fear makes you stronger in the face of danger – not weaker. And if you don’t fear for your life, then your aim isn’t to preserve your life. You wouldn’t look twice when crossing the road. You wouldn’t be cautious of others. You wouldn’t be careful with anything.
Fear makes us human.
Where do you produce your best writing — at your desk, on your phone, at a noisy café? Tell us how the environment affects your creativity. – The Daily Post
This is a hard one right now as my room is all packed off ready to move to the new house.
In my current house I have a few favourite spaces:
- The uncomfortable armchair (it forces me to sit up straight and write)
- My desk
- My bed, with a pile of cushions supporting me
In the city, it’s probably Costa (we have three of them – one of which is in a Waterstones!) Sometimes I like to go and sit in Dane John’s Park and write/people-watch – but I live in England so half the time it’s raining.
I can’t wait to find my new favourite writing spaces in my new home.
The internet. Unless they have the internet on the space station, in which case it would be the smell of freshly cut grass after rain.
Anger. Definitely my anger.
I’m not an emotional person, that is to say I don’t cry or get upset easily. But I am quick to lose my temper.
Not to worry, I doubt you’ll see me on the news after committing a triple-homicide anytime soon, but if you lose your tongue around me then you may be privy to a punch.
If someone bumps me in the street, I find it hard not to give ’em what for – but I don’t do it.
I think anger is probably the least social-friendly emotion, as it scares people. If you have a temper, people think you are aggressive. They basically think that at any moment you could snap, turn green and start terrorizing the neighborhood.
I won’t be doing that either. Sometimes I just need to walk away from people and take a minute. And then about half of them do the worst thing imaginable: they grab me.
Then that’s it – the kraken has been unleashed! I’m yelling, cussing, flailing my arms about. All because they pissed me off. On a few occasions, I have been known to give a slap – but as a general rule: I don’t hit other girls. Boys on the other-hand are often at the mercy of my girlish whacks round the back of the head.
My temper used to be a lot worse, but now I have the internet to vent on and it’s a lot better.
ADVICE: Don’t take your anger out on people, they won’t understand why you are mad and it will just cause a row. Simply walk away, take a breath and come out with a witty remark.
My first name actually already has this sort of attachment (from my friends).
Melissaism: To say something peculiar in a random moment, most likely meant to be a thought and not vocalized. OR Something stupid which is funny.
I think a Holdenist would be someone who makes their own way in the world and is very dedicated. They would have strong morals and would be creative in any manner of the word.