I agreed to be interviewed by my friend, James and this is what he wanted to know about me:
Where do you see yourself with your writing in one year’s time?
I think it depends on what day you ask me that. I have a deep-down desire to write but I’m not sure I really have what it takes to do anything serious. I have a couple ideas for what I thought could become books. On a few occasions I have sat down with ideas and just started writing, my fingers flying over the keys, unable to get my thoughts down quick enough and afraid I would lose them before I could get words on the screen. Then, days and weeks passed and I seemed to lose the fire that I felt on the days I wrote like a maniac. I don’t know what to make of it. I’m sure it’s just life and the assault on my brain by all the other forces that make up my days. I would like to figure out a way to structure things so that I can put some serious effort into it, but I have yet to figure out how to do it.
So where do I see myself in a year? I wish I knew. But I’m not giving up on this yet.
Name the best thing for you about where you live.
Here in Minnesota, we get to experience four very distinct seasons. The winters can get very, very long. We get snow. Lots of it. We get cold. Deeply cold. But we find ways to play in all this cold and snow and sometimes we even enjoy it. After the long winter, spring explodes upon us with color and warmth and new life. It’s truly a season to celebrate. Then come the summers. As cold as our winters can be, our summer temperatures can skyrocket in the complete opposite direction. When it’s scorching hot, many of us flock to one of the ten-thousand beautiful bodies of water and cool off. And after the dog-days of summer, fall is a welcome sight. The leaves on the trees change as the temperatures drop and it often looks as if the skies are on fire with all the reds, oranges, browns and golds. I think fall is my most favorite time of the year here.
Name the worst thing about where you live.
(Let me preface this answer by saying that January is probably the worst month of the year to ask me that question.) Winter. Winter is the worst thing about where I live. The snow can be beautiful. There is fun to be had in the winter. There is skiing and snowboarding, snowmobiling and snow-shoeing. You can go ice fishing and build snow forts and snow men. There are snowball fights to be had. The Winter Carnival is entertaining for a couple of weeks each year. But the winter gets LONG. I think I just heard that we are in the midst of the coldest winter in thirteen years. It is dark and gray. The surroundings begin to look dreary. We are often bombarded with massive amounts of snow, yet life is expected to go on as usual. Every time I have to drive in dangerous conditions, I feel as if it shaves years off my life. And all of this plays a game with my psyche. The winter can make me mentally miserable if I’m not careful to work hard at preventing it.
We in England are under the impression that everyone in America owns a gun. Do you have one in your house?
No. I don’t have one in my house. I have eleven. None of them are mine. Ten of them are shot guns and one is a rifle. All of them are for hunting purposes for the testosterone-loaded members of the family. We have a locking gun-cabinet and keep them in there. I have never shot one myself, unless you count the BB gun or air-soft pistol which were not included in my count. And for the record, when my first child was born I warned my husband that my children would never handle guns. I lost that argument. Obviously. And truly, the only people I know who own guns are ones who own hunting guns. I don’t know a single person who owns an assault weapon.
Have you noticed big changes in yourself since you have been a runner?
Well, I’ve gained a few pounds. Fifteen, to be exact, since last summer. I guess most of it is muscle, so I’m not too worried about it. Actually, I had lost some weight after my surgery last summer, so I could afford to put on a few pounds. My sister reports that my butt now has some shape. She’s probably the only one I’d let get away with that comment.
That’s probably not what you meant though, is it? In all honesty, I never thought I would become a runner. I thought I would fail miserably. I have never been athletic and there were many times I was tempted to give up. But since I was writing about my efforts on my blog, I felt like everyone was watching me and I refused to fail in front of all those eyes. It took me a couple of months to finally be able to run solid for a few miles without stopping to walk through part of it, but I finally did it. I stopped seeing the three mile mark as the end result and expanded my goal to constantly improving on my runs (although the winter is preventing any major progress just now.) And once I got the mechanics down, I realized there was more than just a physical benefit to running. It became a natural anti-depressant; a way to relieve anxiety and clear my head. And the fact that I feel like I can now truly call myself a runner only proves that I can accomplish anything if I put my mind to it. (James, wanna ask me about my writing again?) :-)
Thanks, James! I really enjoyed being interviewed and especially the way you made me dig a little deep.
Would anyone like to play along? Here’s what you need to do:
- Leave me a comment asking to be interviewed.
- I will respond by emailing you five questions.
- You’ll respond to my questions in a blog post on your own blog.
- You’ll include a link to this post, just like I’m linking to James’ post here.
- Include this explanation and an offer to interview others.