Saturday, 11 February 2012
realised that some of those 'favourite things' were really freaking lame.
For example; Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. One, raindrops on roses equals a wet nose, and two, whiskers on kittens are a foregone conclusion so not really worth getting too damn excited about if you know what I mean.
The next step was; Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Right, copper kettles equal lots of cleaning and frankly a rather nasty big 'owie' if you touch them while they're hot, and woolen mittens? They could never be my favourite thing, but jeesh I am damn grateful for them in cold weather, so I'll concede on this point.
And of course, it follows with; Brown paper packages tied up with string. Now perhaps I've been buried in fiction for far too long or I watch too many movies, but brown paper packages usually have a bomb inside.
So already with the first verse broken down I'm realising quite quickly that I'm a cynic. Yes, I can find all sorts of things wrong with cream coloured ponies, door bells, sleigh bells, and girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Ponies leave giant poo, door bells mean unwelcome visitors, and a girl in a white dress could be a ghost.
Needless to say now that I have heard the lyrics completely, I'm certain I can come up with some better favourite things to enjoy. In actual fact, I might even do a re-edit and re-post next week. What do you think?
Anyway, hope you all have a great weekend - I'm sure, everyone's favourite thing!
Friday, 10 February 2012
Happy Friday everyone!
Yes, it’s that time of week again where bloggers unite to participate in the Follow Friday venture. The idea behind #FF is to promote traffic to your own blog, make new friends with other like-minded bloggers and discuss new and interesting topics each week.
Participating is simple. First you need to follow my blog because I’m totally awesome, then you can follow me on Twitter @kristyberridge (actually you don’t have to do this, it’s wishful thinking), but do follow my blog or assassins will get you …
Then you must follow our illustrious hosts Rachel of http://www.parajunkee.com/ and Alison of http://www.alisoncanread.com/ If you want more details on how to enter your own blog in the follow and hop, all directions are on their webpages
Now, once you’ve followed, check out my answer to this week’s questions and don’t forget to leave a comment so I can do the right thing and follow you back!
This week's question: What would you prefer: reading your favourite book over and over again until you got sick of it, OR reading 100's of mediocre books and why?
Answer: See, this may not be the most common answer among my peers, but I have to say reading 100's of mediocre books. My reasoning is that I need variety in my life. As a creative person, simply existing in repetition would absolutely drive me crazy. Plus even when reading mediocre books I always find something positive (unless the material really does suck).
Needless to say I will take variety and uncertainty in the hopes that I will find that diamond in the rough. I think that's part of the excitement of reading!
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Oh no, they are not the swing your knickers over your head or make you blush kind of urges which are also fun, they are ... *swallows* counterproductive human safety measures. (A nice way to say I'm coming at you with a butcher knife ... kidding!)
Anyway, writing about vampires and werewolves, angels and demons, and all that blood has made me somewhat curious. Don't get me wrong I want no part in it, but sometimes I wonder what it might feel like to bite a jugular, or claw my way through flesh with my long, dark talons. It's like standing at the top of a staircase and wondering what would happen if you just let yourself go and fall.
Needless to say this imagery I create makes for spectacular scenes of grandeur within my stories, but there is a small part of me that thinks, what if I did face slam that asshole who took my car park at the shopping center? What if I did use a flame thrower on that idiot at work that keeps asking me the same stupid questions again and again?
Okay, so I know the answer to that is jail time, so pipe down in front, but just imagine for one second that our kick-ass heroes and heroines from the novels we read and write were us? Would we apologise for body slamming our Peeping Tom neighhbour, or quell our urges to slice and dice an innocent's murderer?
Give me your thoughts on this. You can post as anonymous if you're worried you're a psycho too. Oh, and if you leave a comment saying you want to send me creepy newspaper clippings and then come at me with a machete, think twice about trying to freak out a fiction writer.
We're always one step ahead of you!