1. What is your favorite word?
Peace. I think that's self explanatory. I use it as a sign off, but, also, as a reminder. We only get one chance at this.
2. What is your least favorite word?
Hate. It's really noticeable this week. When Obama was elected, many of my friends of African American decent were estatic and rightfully so. And then, right there, on social media, others said some awful, awful things. They could have felt them, that's alright, but wait until the fervor had reduced. I look to this week, with it's wonderful announcements of marriage equality and, *boom*, the haters, like vultures, swoop in to make sure everyone shares in their created misery.
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
I have many, many muses and most of them are mundane. I look at a rushing brook and imagine a young boy caught in the current and being wisked off to horrors downstream. I hear a clap of thunder and wonder about the pain it has caused. These things are immediate and without my control. However, they do tend to surface when I'm relaxed. I noticed my husband, when he's relaxed, suddenly is flustered with energy. God forbit we're in a Disney Park somewhere. But there is one muse that is always relied upon to keep my brain active and a-flurry. Him. My beloved. He takes me on those adventures, his statements challenge me to think even more. He reminds me to meditate; when I am sad, he brings my emotions back to where they should be. Him. He's my "turn-on."
4. What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
I wish I could say, "hate" again, but that's also not very true. I mean, when I encounter hate, they, too, end up in a tale or causing me to post something or write a letter. So that doesn't work. I'm actually, well, going to go in a very normal direction here. Sleep. Sleep kills me. A long day of work, when I should be writing, when I should be digging into my soul? Bamm. Out. I should be reading! Nah. Laziness and staring at the television. That kills me, that turns off my creative mind. Probably good I said that. I kinda see that now.
5. What sound or noise do you love?
Having worked with the hearing impaired for more years than I haven't, sound is a weird thing for me. I need it, but just because the silence is something I'm so accustomed too. Remember, too, when I look on social media, to me, taht has a sound-even if it's written word. But it rings in my head as audible, I respond to it like a heard noise. But there's one sound I totally imagined when I read this question just now. Laughter. True, unmitgated laughing. Not the kind that comes from the spoils of induced pain (that does have it's place, however), but the giggles and snorts that hit us and lift us.
I remember once we had this shitty-ass movie in theater three. "Weekend at Bernie's." Corpse humor that Family Guy would be proud of. Crap. Empty houses when it played. Then? THis senior couple comes in, stormy night, needed something to do after ice cream, and they got tickets. I'm sitting in my office, working on payroll and I just hear this laughter. Not just laughing, but, like, deep breathing and unable to catch their breath. I sent in an usher and he brought me in. The couple was losing control on the whole thing. Just couldn't keep it in. And I elected to not stop them, they weren't bothering a single person. And my whole staff just loved it. They came out, smiles big, telling the concessions to go see it.
I see it at the exit of something like Space Mountain. Just smiles and laughter.
We have such a limited time on this earth. You gotta laugh. And a deep, joyful one.
6. What sound or noise do you hate?
I want to say, "weeping," but that, too, has a place in this universe. We are entitled and must feel saddness every once and a while.
No. The noise I hate? This is weird.
Repetition.
Repeating ourselves. When someone doesn't get it the first 8 times. Why does this create my ire? I know about the joyous haters that are celebrating marriage equality right now. Oh, you don't think they're celebrating? They are. This plays right to them. Now they can play that victim card again and again using the same tired words without improving their arguments. They have suffered. They're in pain. And everyone's against them. They're heading to Starbuck's they're so upset.
7. What is your favorite curse word? (stars with pre and post indicators will suffice)
My mother blessed me with the wit and verve of a bookish Irishman. To ask me my favorite swear word is to ask me my favorite food. I love words, plain and simple. They compose so much of my life. However, if I were to really echo-locate one? The one that gets me going? F**k. It is so good. Happy. Sad. Verb. Adjective. Noun. Angry.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Well, you're looking at it. What I would do to be a full time writer. Just writing. Screenplays. Teleplays. Or? Acting. I don't have the model looks, but I think I could be someone on the screen of some sort. I keep thinking a sitcom. Lastly? An Imagineer. I would love to create for a living, I'm thinking I'm saying.
9. What profession would you not like to do?
Anything in the world of medicine. I don't think I could handle when my mistake kills someone. Or that I prescribe something and they end up a vegetable. No way.
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
"You did well, my friend. You did right."
Well? Peace....
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