tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post5681572563044222648..comments2024-03-29T05:54:33.136-04:00Comments on Authoress: So Tired of Being AnonymousAuthoresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223228949688667517noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-27522564594731672672014-03-29T20:23:46.354-04:002014-03-29T20:23:46.354-04:00Ha, ha hilarious reveals, Ms Authoress, although t...Ha, ha hilarious reveals, Ms Authoress, although the story about Oscar the mouse was a little disturbing. But I too, adore the scent of lilacs, so it's ok. My not-so-secret is that I stand up for spiders' rights. If somebody wants to squash one, I'll give them the lecture about the good work they do, and rescue it by taking it outside. I'm fascinated by the way they move and how delicate their bodies and webs are. Yet they're reviled by many... Unjustly IMO. So it's no wonder many of my MCs are unjustly reviled, too, with their good sides going unnoticed.Jshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12040163478550891972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-40794466426023427722014-03-28T17:51:09.900-04:002014-03-28T17:51:09.900-04:00I love what you do for budding authors on this blo...I love what you do for budding authors on this blog, and love this post!<br /><br />When I was in the first week of first grade, the teacher came up to my desk and asked if I would mind if I used the name Melissa in her class as there were two other Lisa's in her class. I said okay even though my family had always called me Lisa. (I thought she was just randomly assigning me a new name, and had no clue Melissa was my real name.) So, not only was I clueless as a five year old, I was a pushover!Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00601415592841037784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-86400467833746870042014-03-28T16:59:04.034-04:002014-03-28T16:59:04.034-04:00Well except for your face and name, you're har...Well except for your face and name, you're hardly anonymous anymore. That was a very courageous post and I'm glad to know you in such a personal way.<br /><br />Your lost poem touched me. My mom just past away last week and the poem she wrote in my sixth grade album has remained with me forever. I'll share it.<br /> *You've a lifetime ahead of you<br /> With opportunities galore<br /> Keep an open mind, an open heart <br /> and remember forever more<br /> It's what you say, and what you do<br /> That life in turn, returns to you.<br /><br /> Looking forward to the big reveal!TwinB10https://www.blogger.com/profile/05735459053861635428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-78296142802389432052014-03-28T15:18:39.704-04:002014-03-28T15:18:39.704-04:00I have lost the ability to concentrate through noi...I have lost the ability to concentrate through noise. When I was a teenager, I could read or write regardless of what was going on around me (and no matter how loudly it was going on). Now? Fifteen years, four kids, and too many failed attempts at multitasking later, I've learned that I need silence to think. Not necessarily to write, but definitely for editing. Not necessarily for reading, but definitely for analyzing.<br /><br />And since I have four kids and silence is a precious commodity, I've also learned something else: <i>Star Trek</i> makes everything better. Especially when watched on the couch, curled up with all the kids and the husband. Our couch might now appreciate it, but I sure do. It's my favorite way to unwind after a long day. :)Kay Kauffmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09548015800317146108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-56676658933231832302014-03-28T13:56:15.202-04:002014-03-28T13:56:15.202-04:00Loved this post. The first car I remember riding i...Loved this post. The first car I remember riding in was a VW super Beetle. My mom drove that car even after the back floorboard fell out. I used to sit crosslegged on the back seat, terrified that my shoes would fall off. Memories. I guess I should have been terrified that I'd fall through and get rolled over.<br /><br />Ant are evil. My twin sister and I got into a fight when we were 5 and ended up rolling around in a red ant pile. I am not scared of them, per se, but if I see an ant I have to kill it. I even taught my kids to smoosh them into the sidewalk.Chelly Writeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10795244697037344432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-70243545670402995122014-03-28T13:32:17.789-04:002014-03-28T13:32:17.789-04:00I love self analysis. On that note, when I decide...I love self analysis. On that note, when I decided that I wanted to write, I figured that I would only enjoy writing fiction, because it's what I loved most to read. But now that I'm in the middle of writing a fiction novel, I've realized that I enjoy writing short essay creative nonfiction pieces much more. I'm still trying to find my niche, apparently, and am struggling to find the balance of creative nonfiction, and my fiction novel.Shayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06158467616115911269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-10158429127004903312014-03-28T12:07:22.430-04:002014-03-28T12:07:22.430-04:00I am terrified of driving on the freeway. So much ...I am terrified of driving on the freeway. So much that I will go out of my way to avoid it, adding time and miles. That is if I drive at all. Most times I take public transportation instead. I used to dream of having my own driver (and a limo of course) when I was young. I wonder if that was a foreshadowing? Thanks for a great post!Kathleeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06087009456072956020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-91969651513570358932014-03-28T10:15:37.331-04:002014-03-28T10:15:37.331-04:00All these years have passed and I still have a cru...All these years have passed and I still have a crush on the Fonz!Niki Schoenfeldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13732768791387582546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-23921876855994174552014-03-28T07:57:39.711-04:002014-03-28T07:57:39.711-04:00OMG! Round about no. 9 I began to think that you m...OMG! Round about no. 9 I began to think that you must be my wife. I was thinking: could she have hidden all this from me for so long? Then I read on and I knew you weren't her. What a relief!<br /><br />The thing that makes me me just now is knowing that I am becoming more and more like my father with each passing day. Like him but without his charisma! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04122270279975818113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-43839806672630514492014-03-28T06:55:33.187-04:002014-03-28T06:55:33.187-04:00I loved getting to know you. You are such a fascin...I loved getting to know you. You are such a fascinating person.<br />Ever since middle school I have struggled with chronic hives. And as I got older they only got worse. It wasn't until four years ago that my boyfriend (now husband) suggested I try stop eating gluten. It was so hard. I loved Bread. And I seriously went through withdrawals--headaches, cravings, crankiness. But after a few weeks when all the gluten was out of my system, the hives went away. I was no longer the itchy, scratchy girl. I no longer needed four different types of allergy meds. I stopped going to my allergy doctor and saved a ton of money. It literally was life changing for me.<br />So now I love baking and cooking things that are gluten free that don't taste like they are gluten free. My best friend can make a gluten free Italian cream cake to die for!<br />Thank you for this post Authoress!Anita Saxenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12444339735834716979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-65176008471290525402014-03-28T00:19:07.508-04:002014-03-28T00:19:07.508-04:00Before I get to me, let me say that every time I r...Before I get to me, let me say that every time I read about you, I admire you even more. The you in the blogs is so beautiful, so unsparingly honest, it makes me ashamed of my daily protective prevarications. Mild, but I hide behind them nonetheless.<br />And I must also say I too am deathly afraid of throw up ( I hate the v-word and the p-word) and only when my kids are sick does that feeling go into remission because the only thing bigger than that fear is my love and concern for them.<br />And also, I drove a VW bug, primer and yellow-colored, when I first got my license. I loved it fiercely, even though I had to park it on a hill so could clutch-start it. And take out the battery at night so it could stay in the house and not freeze. (I grew up in MN).<br />So that's about me, just a bit.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18403083766515156655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-68295276652612525802014-03-27T23:34:54.870-04:002014-03-27T23:34:54.870-04:00Let's see. Okay.
All my favorite flowers come...Let's see. Okay.<br /><br />All my favorite flowers come out of bulbs--tulips, calla lilies, peonies, ranunculuses, dahlias.<br /><br />When I was much younger, I lived in Buenos Aires for sixteen months, serving as a missionary for my church, and I'm still fluent in Spanish. My oldest son also served in Argentina (Cordoba). When we talk to each other in Spanish, my husband assumes we're talking about him.<br /><br />I have five children (four boys), and I homeschool or have homeschooled all of them. The oldest two are finished with high school now, but I'm still teaching the youngest three. As a result, I understand all sorts of math things that never made any sense when I was their age (better books, I think).<br /><br />I'm both fascinated by and terrified of the ocean. It's so powerful and mysterious and full of strange, inexplicable creatures. I like to watch documentaries about the deep ocean, but I do it with my hands over my eyes like they're horror movies.amhogganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831363893894165135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-23872841911083434802014-03-27T22:41:45.133-04:002014-03-27T22:41:45.133-04:00I want to hug you after reading this!! I feel like...I want to hug you after reading this!! I feel like I know you, even without knowing who you are exactly. (I'm a Christian, too, by the way!)<br /><br />Since you shared your Jewish story, I'll share my similarly humiliating story. I was in 2nd grade or something, living in Hong Kong. For the record, there are very few black people in Hong Kong. A couple African girls started attending our school and one of them was in my grade. I was so eager to befriend her, because I'd never had a black friend, and I was so worried about her being excluded because she was black that I kind of went overboard in the other direction ... following her around, probably bugging her to death. Then one day, in my exuberance, I said, "I want to be your friend even though you're black!" which, of course, was not what I meant to say at all. Well, she never spoke to me again, of course (who could blame her!) and I still think of that exchange with a horrible feeling of shame.... Ugh! <br /><br />xoxo<br /><br />A.L. Sonnichsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11358456786727534289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-48685096816433132282014-03-27T21:58:53.848-04:002014-03-27T21:58:53.848-04:00Love this! I empathize as I write Romance which ma...Love this! I empathize as I write Romance which may include sex scenes (haven't decided how closed door they'll be yet) and as a teacher, my board would NOT be impressed, so Anonymous it is :)<br /><br />Quirky Me? Okay - I am allergic to the lilacs you love but once stayed in a lilac bush for ages so I could win at Hide 'n' Seek :)Jemi Fraserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214408467456320167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-1551804790266213112014-03-27T21:53:23.346-04:002014-03-27T21:53:23.346-04:00Your story about the VW and the tree sounded all t...Your story about the VW and the tree sounded all too familiar. Shortly after I got my driver's license, I sheared the sideview mirror off my mom's car as I pulled out of the garage. If I recall correctly, it was Super Bowl Sunday. The next day she had to drive to the repair shop with the mirror dangling off the side of the car. The next decade was spent reminding me of the mishap. :-)@ilenegoldhttp://www.ilenegoldman.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-78230646709387467452014-03-27T21:48:51.178-04:002014-03-27T21:48:51.178-04:00My third grade math teacher told my parents at a p...My third grade math teacher told my parents at a parent-teacher conference (at which I was present) that they shouldn't bother saving a college fund for me because I was too lazy to learn how to do math and I'd never get into college. <br /><br />She was right about one thing--I didn't need a college fund. I got a full academic scholarship. <br /><br />In the college I was diagnosed with dyscalculia, a relatively rare and hard to diagnose mathematical learning disability. <br /><br />I have two Masters degrees, both of which I earned with highest honors. I got a 103% average in graduate level Statistics. Now I'm an advocate for students with disabilities. Dannie Morinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13615179669635228979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-83846334147309311672014-03-27T21:46:03.656-04:002014-03-27T21:46:03.656-04:00I, too, have different sized feet, also somewhere ...I, too, have different sized feet, also somewhere around 5 and 5.5! But it's easy for me to remember which one is smaller, because it has a congenital deformity and I had surgery on it when I was eleven, resulting in life-long scars. I don't have any serious walking issues anymore, but I quite loathe shoe-shopping, because those skinny pointy-toed high-heeled things that most women love are instruments of torture for me. When I find the rare pair of shoes that does fit well, I wear them until they're fully worn out and then some. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing so much about yourself. That was fun!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-55087929845310675232014-03-27T21:45:07.831-04:002014-03-27T21:45:07.831-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Kevinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14631521529248978021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-2323386714734271192014-03-27T21:05:59.455-04:002014-03-27T21:05:59.455-04:00Once a tractor-trailer truck tried to bully me by ...Once a tractor-trailer truck tried to bully me by edging me toward a 3-foot construction drop off on the expressway. I stood my ground and blasted my horn for a full minute. Now, anytime I feel remotely intimidated by a bedraggled driver in a vehicle large enough to crush me to smithereens, I get a major rebellious streak going, knowing full well I'm putting my life in danger. Wish I could be that bold, not so much in the process of writing, but in grabbing those pages in hand and chasing the dream. <br /><br />Also, both my college kids still struggle with acne and they are the most beautiful creatures on earth! :)loonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-69280230407392260602014-03-27T20:44:08.761-04:002014-03-27T20:44:08.761-04:00I too am terrified of ants, but really only those ...I too am terrified of ants, but really only those little tiny "sugar" ants and my reason is a story that I won't share for the sake of anyone who reads this comment and because I don't want to relive it.<br /><br />Other than that, my secret alternate ambition in life was to be a Muppeteer. I am very happy to be pursuing my career in academic librarianship, but my family did Muppet style puppets all through my childhood and I love putting a puppet on my hand and making it come alive.Rebecca T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11994380364321336824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-50772171370293355442014-03-27T20:06:28.186-04:002014-03-27T20:06:28.186-04:00I heart you even more for this, Miss A! Love it al...I heart you even more for this, Miss A! Love it all. <br /><br />My first car was a completely restored 1969 VW Beetle. LOVED that car. Bought it with my own money! Silly me sold it for modern conveniences like air conditioning and power steering. <br /><br />A little-known factoid about me? I took theater in high school in an attempt to overcome my debilitating shyness. It was beyond crippling! Theater helped, a little. I'm still terribly withdrawn when around people I don't know.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05625323465720706724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-89327266493786384612014-03-27T19:18:19.277-04:002014-03-27T19:18:19.277-04:00I share your ambivalence about anonymity. I run a...I share your ambivalence about anonymity. I run a fun (non-author) blog where I'll remain unknown for lots of reasons. But, I'll start an author blog as soon as an agent wants me to. : )<br /><br />My first car was also a VW Super bug. I can drive a stick shift. I had my first ambulance ride 2 years ago--think mushrooms.<br /><br />I share your opinions on 9, 15,16, 20, and 21.<br />And as for your teacher in #25, there could have been no possible 'good' answer, could there?<br /><br />Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to the success of your debut novel!<br /><br />MaggieMaynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-40702645985121255302014-03-27T18:47:05.981-04:002014-03-27T18:47:05.981-04:00I once went to culinary school, but left when I re...I once went to culinary school, but left when I realized I liked baking more in my own kitchen than in a bakery.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01887508868492925232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-25150948740741574872014-03-27T16:19:32.045-04:002014-03-27T16:19:32.045-04:00I loved the story about your dad's poem and th...I loved the story about your dad's poem and the lilacs - I wish you would share his poem (if it's not too personal). I'm going to do that for my daughter on her 12th birthday -- what an amazing idea.<br /><br />My personal secret is that I snore. You can all laugh -- most people do. But growing up it was traumatic for me. At sleepovers I would try to wait until everyone else fell asleep so I didn't wake anyone up -- but I always did. I was that loud. I was ruthlessly ridiculed by friends with tape recorders -- thank goodness there was no Facebook back then. As a girl it just wasn't acceptable to snore. And then in college it got worse. I became known as the "snorer" who kept the whole hall up. And years later when I go to reunions, it STILL comes up. Now, I've just accepted it -- and my husband has too -- but growing up, it was hard, because just like Authoress, I love to sleep.Pattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05661894463515895115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615675676021392217.post-12518507715031700552014-03-27T16:18:51.149-04:002014-03-27T16:18:51.149-04:00Thank you for such a sweet post. I look forward to...Thank you for such a sweet post. I look forward to the day you make your big reveal because that means that your dream will have come true...and you deserve that so very much! swirlandsparknoreply@blogger.com