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There’s no such thing as an ordinary person.
I passionately believe in that.
I’m pretty ordinary myself. Thirties, married, average height, average weight. I get up, I get online, I go to work, I come home, cook, eat, write and sleep. But I’ve also proposed marriage over a prawn curry cooked on the shores of Ennerdale Water, climbed mountains in an icelandic wool poncho and played extreme tag in the African bush.
Many of my stories play with this theme, that an ordinary person might be going about the business of their life until something happens, something changes… and changes their whole world.
They become heroes.
8 Comments:
*feels queasy*
Thanks Anna!
*laughing hysterically* I can so relate. Let's just say, hubby and I no longer decorate our Christmas tree with those silver tinsley ice-cycles.
gmao - I knew somone would relate.
I just thought it was caught on her tail or something. Then when I took up the slack and started to feel the resistance....
*shudder*
Mind you, it was worth it for the look on Minnie's face.
Just don't talk about collies eating nettles and me having to deal with them coming out the other end.
I do sympathize.
ACK! But did you use fingers or tweezers? Not that it makes much difference..... LOL.
I do cross-stitch, so change hair to embroidery floss, and I've been there. No more icicles here, either. *g*
You beat me. My dog ate a box of cookies and threw up ON my couch. Not on the floor, but ON the couch.
can't......breathe.......
*g*
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