My Not So Interesting Life, Part 2
In my quest to always be candid with my readers, I decided to offer up Part 2 of a blog post from July 2016.
Turning 51 was a bit tougher to take than 50…in my mind, I’m now quickly on the path toward 60.
My pen name is actually a combination of my kid’s middle names.
The hubby and I plan on retiring in Idaho. We had hoped to move there prior to that, but the way things are going we’ll be lucky if we get there any sooner.
In the past year I’ve written four novels.
In January I reduced my work schedule to 3 days a week, to allow myself more time to write and market my books.
I average about 4.5 hours sleep each night.
Growing up, I dreamed about being a singer. I spent years taking choir classes in school, took private voice lessons for a few months, and fronted a band (briefly, because I’d made the mistake of dating the guitar player).
My first kiss was at the roller rink, by the pinball machines. I was in 7th grade, he was in 9th grade. I was the envy of all my friends because I was “dating” a high school boy.
I met my husband through my ex-boyfriend (they worked together). We were 20 when we first started dating.
The hubby and I honeymooned in Hawaii (he’d never been, I’d been twice before). I got terribly sunburned on day 2, ended up with a bad case of strep throat on day 4. Not exactly a romantic experience.
I plan to publish (at a minimum) 4 books every year. My stockpile of manuscripts is serving me well, apparently.
I’ve re-read the Fifty Shades series three times.
I used to work at a nuclear power plant.
I use a different name at work (for security purposes)…so technically I have 3 names…my real one, my job one, and my pen name. Are we confused yet?
My fraternal grandparents emigrated from Italy in the early 1900’s.
The first royalty check I received was $26.29. I’ve never cashed it.
I used to work with Special Needs kids. Best job I ever had (except for being a mom, of course).
My favorite place to write is in bed, computer propped up on this adorable pink and white lap desk the hubby got me for my birthday. Writing in my office at my desk feels too much like ‘work’ (I work from home).
I talk on the phone, text or email my mom every single day.
I’m related by marriage (many times removed) to Kevin Costner. No, I have never met him.
When I was a kid, I didn’t realize you could buy jelly/jam at the grocery store. I assumed everyone came by it as my family did….my Nana and her sisters made it for us.
I once was in a beauty contest. I lost.
Our minister passed away two months before our wedding.
My cousin and I have a world-famous dance that we created to “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John. To this day, we can still remember most of the moves.
When I was eight, I got stuck in an elevator with my brother and a family friend. I have no idea how long we were in there, but I do recall being fed pizza through the small crack the fireman were able to wedge in the door.
I have a tattoo on my left ankle – two hearts entwined, one pink, one green – that I got on the one year anniversary of my best friend’s passing. Pink and green were her favorite colors.
My daughter hasn’t called me “mom” in years. She gave me a nickname (from some lady we saw on Jeopardy) and it’s stuck ever since then. Any guesses??
There you have it. All the non-interesting stuff you didn’t need to know about me. And lovely picture of second-grade me to boot!