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Meet Bravewarrior (a self-interview writing challenge)

Until you know yourself and what you want out of life, you can't truly be there for others. Know and be true to yourself.

My avatar pic taken in 2012 with my Booger Boy, Axel

My avatar pic taken in 2012 with my Booger Boy, Axel

Interview myself? Are you kidding me?

As is true of most writers, I’m not comfortable talking about myself. But part of becoming known as a writer is to go outside your comfort zone. So, here I take the leap and hope there’s a net at the bottom to catch me if I fall.

I hesitated in taking this challenge. However, I saw many of my writer friends jumping on the trampoline without a safety net, so I thought, “hey, if they can do it, so can I”!

When I was a kid, if you dared me to do something I stepped up to the plate, whether the dare was stupid or potentially dangerous. Have I lost my oomph? Have I lost the dare-devil that has taken me through decades of unknown paths? Had I not done so, I’d not be where I am, so why stop now?

Can you hear the conversation I’ve been having with myself over this challenge?

If I can talk to myself, why not interview myself? No reason, you say? I agree.

So, here we go….

Me in 1959. I'd grow to become Bravewarrior

Me in 1959. I'd grow to become Bravewarrior

Some background

You can read about my professional background on my profile page (click the link below my avatar), so I won’t repeat myself.

Instead, I’ll tell you some things you don’t know.

Date of Birth: March 3, 1957

Time of Birth: 9:03 p.m. (that means something in my astrological chart)

Place of Birth: Madonna Hospital, Denison, Texas

Height: 5’2”

Hair Color: Brown, Gray, Silver (chestnut before age set in)

Eye Color: Blue

Ethnicity: American born of Italian, Irish, English, Scottish, German, and Cherokee heritage

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Education: High school honor grad, 30th out of 300 students

Certifications: 1983 TV/Radio certification from Brown Institute, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Second in class

K, now that we’ve got stats out of the way, let me put on my “I’m-someone-else-hat” and get on with the interview.

Actors Studio questions

Writers are actors who hide behind the screen of the written word, so this should be a piece of cake. Just so you know I’ve covered my eyes so you can’t see me! LOL

What is your favorite word?

I’d have to say my favorite word is juxtaposition. I love the sound of the word. When we were young, my dad would have us learn five vocabulary words a day. And, I mean young. I was thrilled that my peers had never heard of the word, let alone knew what it meant. It’s a really big word with a simple meaning, yet it’s rarely used in conversation or text.

What is your least favorite word?

At the risk of being flagged, my least favorite word is penis. I simply don’t like the way it sounds. I much prefer the slangs when addressing that part of the male anatomy. It just doesn’t sound right to use the proper word. Especially when you’re telling someone they’re being a ____!

Hello, God!

Hello, God!

What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?

Many things inspire me in those areas:

  • Hearing the birds greet and begin a new day
  • Sunrise
  • Sunset
  • Music
  • Smiles
  • Seeing elderly couples walk hand in hand
  • Nature
  • Seeing the sun’s rays reach down through the clouds and the trees. Every time I see that I say, “hello, God!”
  • Rainbows
  • Hugs
  • Not being the first to say, “I love you”

This certainly isn’t all that inspires me, but it’s what comes to mind foremost.

What turns you off creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?

  • Arguing
  • Judgment
  • Negativity
  • Boys who feel the need to show their boxers. Pull your damned pants up!
  • People who constantly complain

What sound or noise do you love?

I have to answer this question from the memories of a little girl. Sure, I have favorite sounds now as an adult, but I doubt they’ll last as long as this one:

My favorite sound is the car slowly rolling over a rock-paved drive-in theater. My folks would put us in our pajamas and Mom would pop a big brown bag full of popcorn. To this day, I pop corn in a pot. No microwave popcorn or air-popper for this little girl!

What sound or noise do you hate?

I don’t know if hate is the right word, so I’ll translate the question to, what sound or noise grates on your nerves?

Without a doubt, fingernails scraped on a blackboard grates on my nerves. It gives me the willy-nilly heebie-jeebies.

What is your favorite curse word?

In my neck of the words, it’s called a cuss word. And I’d have to say it’s the F-word. It just fits into so many conversations and really gets the point across. It might not be lady-like, but what woman is lady-like when she’s cussing??

What profession, other than your own, would you like to attempt?

At age 57, I’m not thinking of attempting any other career than the one I’m trying to get a grasp on, so I’ll answer this from the perspective of a much younger me.

When I was in high school, I spent some time with Mongoloid children and adults. Their unconditional and honest love was heartwarming. I think I’d like to work with kids who have a harder way to go than the rest of us.

What profession would you not like to do?

At one point in my (younger) life, I thought about becoming a nurse. However, I can’t stand the sight of blood and don’t do well with severed limbs, etc. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I don’t react well.

I have such huge respect for our medical professionals. They are much bigger people than I can ever think of becoming.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

“Welcome, Shauna. You done good.” Of course, he wouldn't use bad grammar, but you get my gist.

Me in 2005

Me in 2005

Could Julia Roberts play me in my autobiographical film?