For the avoidance of doubt... Yes... I definitely have an opinion... |
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Prompt: Have you ever bought something because you felt sorry for it but secretly wanted it? *** Probably... though it probably isn't a secret. I'm easy to read. Very few things are a secret with me. I have a habit of placing emotional attachment on inanimate objects. This doesn't lead me to buy things because I feel sorry for it, although I will admit to buying the 'full set' because I don't want the others to feel left out, or because it's the last one....; but in all honesty, this is just my excuse for buying more sh!t that I don't need. It does frequently lead to me hanging on to things for far too long. I have the habit of finding things that many others would find ugly or twisted appealing, such as clothes, artwork, or pieces of furniture. I like the weird and quirky. Somethings are just so ugly that they are cute. But I can see the beauty in them. I think most people on WDC are the same, I think it's an author's trait - to see beyond the obvious. My husband will often look at me and say, "You want to buy it, don't you." - "Yes... yes my love, I will be buying the weird and wonderful thing." I love TKMaxx - especially at Halloween. A lot of the stuff there is seconds, with something not quite right with it. I like to can the broken things and make new things out of it. Could that me classed as buying something because I felt sorry for it? Maybe. I also hate buying things on their own - I have to buy them in twos or threes. Threes is my preference. Clusters look good in threes, or fives - never fours. I can live with twos to balance stuff out. |
Prompt: "My work is the embodiment of dreams in one form or another." William Morris *** Or nightmares… I guess you could argue that they are still dreams. My work does not, in any way, shape, or form, embody my ‘nice’ dreams. I like my job. I’m good at what I do. But it is not a dream. It is a means to an end – the end being a roof over my head and food in my kids' bellies. My dreams are very separate to my job. Although, when I’m stressed it does pop up in my sleeping thoughts/subconscious. I would love to be an author – to create – but that’s because I love to write. But would it still be my dream if I had to do it? Would the fun if there were deadlines and publishing contracts? Most of my crazy plots come from my dreams/daydreams, so perhaps it’s a circular statement. |