The first challenge for the authors’ platforming-building crusade has been set – a get-to-know-you with a twist. And as I’ve surfed around the blogosphere, dutifully following my fellow crusaders’ blogs, I’ve seen there’s some stiff competition out there. Am I intimidated? Of course!
So what’s the challenge? In 300 words or less, I must tell one secret, one lie, one interesting quirk, one annoying habit, one of my best character traits, and one of my favourite things in the whole world. The post can be in any format but must include the words “bloviate”, “fuliguline”, “rabbit”, and “blade”, and it must end with “I may have revealed something about me that isn’t strictly true, can you guess what it is?”
My attempt is below. Let the guessing begin! (Unless you’re a friend or family member. You know the truth, so you’re not allowed to guess. :-))
A (Satur)day in the life of Cally
After a beautiful breakfast with my husband on our deck, I go downstairs to hang out the washing on our Hills Hoist clothesline. This menial task takes me longer than most as I insist on matching the colour of the pegs with the colour of the clothes. I’ve tried to break this habit, but it feels wrong and makes me uncomfortable – obsessive compulsive, perhaps?
I wish I could go barefoot and feel the blades of grass between my toes, but I’m allergic to green ants and our backyard’s full of them. I don’t fancy spending the afternoon in hospital, so my shoes stay on my feet. While I slowly make my way through the washing basket, my Maltese, Lucy, sits next to me, toy in mouth, begging me to try and take it. I smile, knowing if I so much as move in her direction, she’ll take off faster than a rabbit. It’s one of her favourite games.
When I finally finish the washing, I return to the deck with my laptop to write the next chapter of my novel. Because the chapter is from Seb’s perspective, I have Kings of Leon playing – the gender of the singer must match the gender of the narrator. Weird, I know.
This chapter should be easy; it’s about Seb getting frustrated with his best mate as he bloviates about his sexual prowess. But today, the words won’t come. They swim through my mind in a fuliguline fashion, not staying long enough to grasp.
Just as an idea forms, my mobile rings – it’s a friend who’s going through a hard time, calling for support. I answer instantly, because although I desperately want to finish that chapter, nothing’s more important than my friends.
I may have revealed something about me that isn’t strictly true, can you guess what it is?