A writing tag from one of my writing buds Kat of Magik. Hope I do it justice.
If you were going to come back in another life as an animal (nonhuman) which would it be and why?
I’m pretty sure if ethereal beings destined my reincarnated soul to traverse the universe and reappear among the Human population as a nonhuman, I would be sent back to sojourn my existence as a peacock.
I would assume Karma would use this as a way of teaching me to be more humble and less of a pig-headed egotist.
Hmmm, or maybe a pig?
No peacock proud, all the way.
If you had to co-write a book with someone famous who would you choose?
Oh, this one’s is far too easy.
Dean Kountz, no wait, John Saul, no hang on, Stephen King, but then what about Clive Barker, or Louis L’amour? Definitely Louis L’amour, but then there’s Danielle Steele maybe, or Kathy Reichs. Wait a minute. What about Patricia Cornwallis, or Maya Angelou?
Yeah, all of them. Oh, I have to pick just one? Never mind then.
If tomorrow was the last day in this life what would you do?
I’d be studying what peacocks like to eat.
If you could go back to a favorite childhood memory where and what would you be doing?
Well, this is really a tough one as after review of my inner self I have never seemed to grow out of my childhood.
There was that time I convinced my brother that we could build wings out of bamboo reeds and bedsheets and jump off the roof in an attempt to fly.
It took forever for his arm to heal. Me? I chickened out after he face planted on the ground.
Good times, good times.
If you had the choice between warm thick chocolate or tipple of your choice bath what would you have?
Warm thick chocolate in the bath with a good erotica book.
If someone could give you a superpower what would it be and why?
Well, when I was a young child not the man child I am today, I always dreamed of having x-ray vision.
No, not what you’re thinking.
I would never use my superpower to see what color panties the girls at school were wearing.
(most of them were white anyway)
I would only use my superpowers to see where the fish were in the lakes when I went on a fishing excursion.
But alas, the x-ray glasses I paid good money for as a kid never worked. They just gave me a headache and made me look goofier than I already did.
So I guess if I can’t have x-ray vision I would like to be able to fly. It makes the commute to work much quicker. And also saves on the cost of petrol as well.
You have a chance to go Groundhog day tomorrow. What would you get up to?!
The smell of fresh brewing coffee, the sounds of the two cats mewing for their morning treats, and the sight of the screen of my computer all fresh and clean and stark white as it could possibly be waiting for me to sit down and begin my writing day.
Writer’s note here. As I’m off on holiday for the next seven days I shall be Groundhogging it each and every day until I have to go back to that slave labor known as work.
Peace and love to all my writing buddies.