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The Real About Me – Part 7

Here we are again.  More of the real me because my bio is crap.  To read more about why I’m writing this series click The Real About Mehere.

This is something I’ve been thinking about for awhile.  My music collection is so eclectic that I sometimes wonder if I have multiple personalities.  See I feel close to you so I can tell you these things.

I don’t discriminate when it comes to music. If I like it I don’t care what genre it’s in.  Sometimes when I’m feeling a little freaky I put my iPod on random and just let it roll. I love to see my husband’s face when he’s in my car and we go from Halestorm to Susan Boyle and then a classical piece comes on.  He looks like I just suggested we drive off a bridge embankment.

Come to think of it my reading is like that too.  Business books to romance to mysteries, to literary fiction. Ever since I started hosting a mystery show everyone says, “It’s not a mystery.” when the tell me about a book they liked.  Makes me a little sad that they think I’m so limited.

So be on notice, I am eclectic.

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The Real About Me – Part 6

If you’re still with me on this journey you already know I’m giving you the real me because all bios are crap.  For a more The Real About Mein depth explanation click here.

Sometimes I think I’m funny but not as much as other people do.

Let me explain because that wasn’t mean to be arrogant.  When I try to be funny I’m not.  When I’m just living my life I’m evidently hilarious.

So I’m funny when I’m not trying to be.  And when everyone laughs I’m not sure what I’ve said is that funny.  Maybe it’s the delivery.  I don’t know because I can’t see myself.

Anyway, I’m kinda funny.  So there.

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The Real About Me – Part 5

The Real About Me

Continuing to get real because all bios are crap.  See the original post with my reasons here.

I have an epic coffee addiction.  Yeah you think you do but no. I am an addict and caffeine is my drug of choice.

My addiction is so strong that if people have bad news for me they will slide a 20 oz cup of coffee in front of me first to sooth me before delivering the memo.Coffee actually calms me down. I wish that were a lie, but it’s not. Remember I’m being real here.

It’s not a good thing. I realize that but blame my upbringing. My Grandmother would give us coffee after dinner.  You did read that right.  We drank coffee after dinner.  Before bed.  As small a small child. I can still drink coffee at night and go right off to bed.

As I watch my seven year bounce off the walls with enough energy to power a small town, and all she’s had is water, I wonder what the hell that woman was thinking.  Never the less, it’s part of me and now I’m an addict. Thanks Grandma.

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