Turned out that was tougher than I thought. Because I’m pretty much an open book. For instance, the first thing I was going to say was “I am verbose” but most of you already know this to be true so that doesn’t qualify under the ‘things you don’t know about me’ category, does it?
So, here goes:
1. I love having a pen name because I having trouble saying my real life name. Seriously. When I was little I had to have speech therapy because there were certain letters and combinations that I just Could. Not. Say. Even now, my first name is nearly impossible for me to say without me having to completely stop and focus on exactly where my tongue is in relationship to my teeth, or the roof of my mouth. While most people wouldn’t notice, some of those letters, especially certain combinations, still give me trouble. While I got rid of my troublesome maiden name (1 bad letter twice plus a problem three letter combination midway through), my husband’s surname wasn’t much better because it has one of the problem letters at the start that when said in combination with my first name, stops me completely. (See, there’s the verbosity coming out again.)
2. I’m pretty darned handy when it comes to putting up drywall and building stuff around the house. I built the office in my last house—put up a drop ceiling, put up the walls, laid carpeting, built a floor to ceiling cabinet unit pretty much by myself.
3. While I’m a damned good speller (or I used to be, anyway) I cannot do math for the life of me. In grade 8, my math teacher made up a little saying about each student at the end of the year. Bear in mind, I was a straight A student, but even she said “when it comes to finding X, Leah can’t figure out why.”
4. My first TV crush was on Pavel Chekov (played by Walter Koenig) from the original Star Trek. In its first run. Before it was referred to as “The Original Series.” In the 60s. And yes, in black and white. Oh, and I was 7, by the way. I started crushing young, what can I say. (My second TV crush? Little Joe–aka Michael Landon–from Bonanza. He’s probably the reason why I still love me a good cowboy story.)
5. My dad’s nickname for me when I was little was Pickle. I have no idea why, but probably because I was always getting myself into pickles. (As in trouble, not the food.)
6. Back in the late ‘70s, while Gizmo Guy was driving me home after a date, Gizmo Guy and I saw a UFO. Hundreds of other reports flooded in that night from other people who also saw something strange in the sky. It was not the stereotypical saucer-shaped spaceship, this one was more cigar-shaped, but we both saw it, as did the occupants in the car in front of us.
7. I swear in real life as much as my characters do in my books. Gizmo Guy rarely swears—he has the good manners I’ve lost over the years. All right, so maybe this is something those around me know already but, there you go.
8. I envy people who can wear rings on multiple fingers. I love rings. I’d love to wear a ton of them. But I have short stubby (all right, FAT) fingers that do not look good with rings.
9. I own more than a dozen decorative scarves that I’ll never wear. Silky scarves, shiny ones, glittery ones—the type that are meant to be looped around your neck with your favourite sweater or blouse as an accessory. But, like my fingers, I’ve got a short fat neck, and I don’t look good wearing them. *sigh*
10. I have a black thumb. Give me a plant and I’ll kill it. I’ll overwater it. Or forget to water it. Within a very short period of time, any plant I have will start turning yellow or dropping leaves (or both.) and usually within a month, it’s dead. My ideal room would include lots of greenery—ivies, African violets, plants that trail, plants that flower, plants that don’t flower, it doesn’t matter to me as long as it’s green and alive. Same goes for my garden outside. I’d love to have clumps of daisies and brown-eyed susans and irises and roses and … and … oh, anything that’s colourful and pretty. Instead I have … dirt. Yup. black thumb I tell you, and it’s not from digging in said dirt. I just have no luck/patience/clue when it comes to caring for plants.