Womblin’s World

Self Indulgences. Immodesty and chocolate cake, among other things.

I’m rather ill-at-ease talking about myself. Being a born gossip (as all writers are) I’d much rather talk about others and what drives them, what intricacies make them the person they are and what effect others have on them — the good yes, but especially the bad. I want to know all these things, so will happily sit, hand cupped around chin, listening to all and sundry for hours on end, only emerging from a kind of writerly stupor when my subje…er…friend turns the tables and asks about me. Erg. I go stiff then, my mind churning tactics as I try to think of something that might be the tiniest bit as interesting as the info they’ve been feeding me. And I can never do it. My palms sweat, my head empties. What to do? What to do? Aha! Take a leaf from the book of good politicking of course! That is, answer questions with questions.

Yeah, that’s it, turn those tables.

Can’t do that here though, and this poses problems.

So, to satiate your brimming curiosity, here are some little-known facts about me. You may, or may not, think them interesting. They are all I want to reveal for now though.

I have a partner, and yes, I have children. Age and type is neither here nor there.

I have two chickens.

I have one dog, three cats.

I listen to Linkin Park while writing.

I am a fast touch-typist.

I make loads of mistakes while writing.

I adore chocolate cake.

I daydream a LOT.

There. If you have anything in common with any of these, then please leave a comment. I can then ask you questions. Heh.

~Womblin~