When I first joined WordPress back in June I wasn’t sure what to expect. Over the years I have blogged on almost every site available, always finding the site format a little off, the ability for creative expression limited, the community a little too small, the inspiration lacking… partly for this reason I hadn’t written for over a year. I had lost inspiration, desire…
I knew no one on WordPress outside of my step sister who blogs about her fabulous and sought after New York organic eatery and my father who shares moments of his gypsy heart… and so, with a little hesitation I began blogging here, quickly finding the most wonderful versatility in the ability to express my individuality coupled with and an array of inspiration; writers, poets, artists and photographers.
Not only would I like to thank those who nominated me for this award but I would also like to thank WordPress for this opportunity we have here, not simply limited to expression but to exploration of our creative arts, for a medium which encourages us to express and challenge ourselves, through sharing, learning, inspiring, being…
It is with thanks and deep appreciation that I accept this Versatile Blogger Award from both The Creative Juicer and All Time Miscellaneous Swan Songs. Please do take a moment to stop by their pages and take a peek…
The rules are as follows
1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
3. Nominate and inform 15 fellow bloggers.
4. Share 7 random things about yourself.
5. Add the Versatile Blogger Award pic on your blog post.
(in no particular order)
6. Still Light
9. Brain Blitz
11. The Waking Den
16. Evoking the Deep
Seven Random Things About Me
1. I don’t watch TV, although I do have one, for appearances.
2. I suffer at the beautiful hand of insomnia…
3. I dance while washing the dishes… and cooking… and mopping,…
4. I’m a gym junky -blushing-
5. Smudging the glass, of other peoples windows…
6. I have a ‘white’ fetish.
7. Actually, I have lots of fetishes… owls, anything owlish… vintage suitcases, shoes, cameras (even ones that don’t work), doors, books (especially old ones still holding fast to the scent of yesterday, of hands and tears and eager eyes, of early morning coffee and late night smoking, of sun drenched days and too many bedside observations… yes, especially the old ones).