I am pleased and honored to announce that Dreams of the Shining Horizon has been nominated for the “One Lovely Blog” award. Thank you to the marvelous Justina Luther for the nomination.
This is the first time I’ve received something like this, so I’m still not quite sure what it is or what I’m doing. Some sort of blogger mutual-admiration award, it seems? I’m fine with that – you like me, you really really like me!
In truth, it’s not that confusing. The rules are very straightforward:
The rules are as follows:
- You must thank the person who nominated you and leave a link to their blog.
- You must list the rules and display the award.
- You must add 7 facts about yourself.
- You must nominate 15 other bloggers at the most, 3 at the least if you don’t have enough time for 15, and comment on one of their posts to let them know they have been nominated.
- My favorite songwriter is Jim Steinman. I’ve meant to write a post about the man and the inspiration his music has given me over the years pretty much since this blog was founded. I don’t think it’ll be too much longer before I actually step up and do it. There are some stories that just have to be told, and they can only be put off so long.
- Like the song says, I was born in the sign of water, and it’s there that I feel my best. Ocean, lake, river or swimming pool – when it’s a hot summer day and I’m in the water, I’m the happiest kid on the beach. That said, my fear of the dark (see #5) is always in effect, which means I’m afraid of water that’s dark and deep enough that I can’t see the bottom. It doesn’t matter if I know the largest animal in that water is a trout, I still imagine huge slimy things rising up beneath me with their jaws open. It takes an act of will for me to go water skiing, I can tell you, but you don’t want your fears to restrict your life. (Disclaimer: I am actually a Libra, which is apparently an Air sign, but that doesn’t fit the lyrics so well.)
- My Favorite season is Fall. It used to be winter, because I had nasty seasonal allergies and there’s no pollen in winter, but as I got older, it seemed like most of the really good things that ever happened to me have happened in fall. Both major times I’ve fallen in love in my life, it was in the Fall. Fall is my personal time of renewal, what Spring is to most people. Besides – it’s cool and crisp, good sleeping and snuggling weather without being bitter cold and slushy.
- I love New York City almost like I would love a person. Every time it starts to wear me down, or I start to think that I have to work so hard just to stay here and it just isn’t worth it, I find some new and wonderful (or familiar and beloved) thing that makes my heart surge, and I remember why I love this place so much. All of the above goes double for Coney Island.
- I am, and always have been, afraid of the dark. I check the locks three times before I go to bed. I close the curtains (or at least avoid looking out the windows) once night falls. When visiting my parents in the country, I try to pretend the woods aren’t there after nightfall. When swimming in deep water, I don’t look down. I don’t know what nameless, faceless thing I fear to see, but if I ever saw it, I suspect it would stop my heart. I suspect this is why I write horror.
- I like to walk. I mean, really, really like it. Like, 5-10 miles a day, especially on weekends like it. I wander the city, I explore the parks, stroll along the rivers. When I walk by myself, it’s a meditative act – music in my ears, shutting out the world. This works particularly well when I walk the beach at Coney Island. Nothing like putting your feet where earth, wind and water come together to help you forget about the little things. Walking with Red Molly has been good for us in a whole bunch of different ways – good thing I’m in love with somebody who can keep up.
- I’ve recently discovered the Welsh word “Hiraeth”. It apparently doesn’t translate very well into English, but the definition I was given was “a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was”. I can’t tell you how happy I was when I discovered that there was a word for this feeling that I’ve experienced for so long. Hiraeth is the reason this blog is named what it is – the hope that I will find the home that I wish to return to somewhere beyond the shining horizon. When I read that word, and that definition, I not only was able to express what I was feeling for the first time, I knew I wasn’t alone in feeling it.