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!
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.
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.
I think the kindest thing a stranger has done for me was when I was out shopping with a friend. We had just moved to the area, so it was fun discovering the town.
We went to a cash point to get money out, and I didn’t realise that I had dropped my purse when I went to put it in my bag. It was only a few minutes later that I realised, so I walked back to the cash point in hope of finding my purse.
A woman tapped me on the shoulder and handed over my purse. Apparently she had found it on the floor by the cash point, and waited hoping I would come back for it.
I was so relieved, but since then, I’ve kept personal business cards in my purse at all times so if anyone ever finds it – all they have to do is call me!