Thursday, October 22, 2009

Woot! Another Award!

Hey! Get me! I've managed to snag another award! Personally I think Carolina just takes pity on me. Either that or she's helping me keep my secret life as a serial killer under wraps.

So, first up, thank you my BBFF. Carolina your encouragement means more to me than you could ever know.

Next? Do take the time to read all the whys and wherefores that go along with this, my latest prize!

Neno's Award

1. As a dedication for those who love blogging and love to encourage friendships through blogging.

2. To seek the reasons why we all love blogging.

3. Put the award in one post as soon as you receive it.

4. Don't forget to mention the person who gives you the award.

5. Answer the award's question by writing the reason why you love blogging.

Why I love blogging? Hmmm...I'm not sure I do love it. I know at this point in my journey I think I may need it...but Again, if you check my tagline, it's cheaper than therapy. It is the only outlet I have where Mel's voice can be heard. I've said it many times, I'm not a talker. Listener...yes. Thinker...sure. Overthinker? Abso-freakin-lutely. This is a way to create some kind of order inside my head...perhaps make a few people smile...or help someone who thinks he or she might be alone feeling the way that they do.

For some reason, over the years, I've had more than a few people tell me they like my writing. The first one I remember was a college professor. After returning a paper...about what I can't remember, she looked at me and said, " write exactly how you speak. I can actually hear your voice when I read your work. It's remarkable. I love it!" (Melissa...::shudder::) She said this in front of everyone in class. I was mortified. I turned six different shades of red and slid so far down in my chair my chin was resting on the table.

About a year later I was in the library with my friend Mark, working on an assignment for a music class. We were supposed to write new lyrics to a familiar tune. After I finished I gave him my lyrics to read. He said, "Melissa, do you realize that everything you write is absolutely you? These lyrics? Even if your name wasn't on them, I would know they were yours." (Melissa...yeah...another ::shudder::) I blushed again, took my paper back and went about my business.

Many years later I found a separated at birth twin online..whose writing I admire. After corresponding via email for months, she asked me to write a couple of pieces for her now defunct website. Her reason? She said she liked my voice. Seeing how at this point she'd never actually experienced said voice aurally, I took it to mean she liked my writing.

My Live Journal seems to tolerate my ramblings...

Carolina gives me awards...and while they are greatly appreciated? What means more to me is the fact that she tells me time after time after time that she feels I am a great writer...she loves my writing...she wants me to write a book. Who knows...a book might just be somewhere in my future.

My very long and drawn out point is's taken me a LOT of years to internalize this...but maybe...just maybe...y'all have a point. Maybe this is something that Mel is good at. So to everyone who has ever read my work, complimented it, encouraged me to write, indulged me in my rantings, or keeps returning for more...THANK YOU.

6.Tag and distribute the award to as many people as you like.

Should you find blogging to be a necessary part of your life, for whatever reason? Please consider yourself tagged and add Neno's award to your collection!

Until next time y'all,


Kat said...

This whole blogging thing is pretty amazing, isn't it?
Congrats on your much deserved award! :)

Carolina said...

Dear Melissa (whahahaaa), you might not LOVE blogging, but I (and not only I) love that you do, and I am always willing to listen to your lovely voice, even if you're actually screaming.

Big hug,

Mel said...

Thanks Kat...and thank YOU for sharing stories AND pictures of your gorgeous sanity stealers!'re evil...but I still love you

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