Sometimes when I read the various and seemingly random questions Rory asks, I need to rewrite them in order to make any sense out of them. Today Rory asked these questions below in what he called “Topical Tropical Trinity.” I am not sure why he called it that, as his questions are not really topical and they’re certainly not tropical. And since he asked four questions, I have no clue as to why he called it a trinity. Well, Rory’s mind works in strange ways. Maybe he’s just a fan of alliteration.
Anyway, here we go.
What prompts you to write about your favorite genres?
I don’t really have any favorite genres per se. I often respond to prompts — word or picture prompts — with flash fiction posts. I sometimes post about politics and current events. I suppose what prompts me most is my desire to write about whatever occurs to me or inspires me. In other words, this, that, and the other.
How do you personally define “fear” and do you think we should all live with an element of fear in our lives?
I suppose my definition of fear falls into the standard definition of fear, which is “an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.” Do we need an element of fear in our lives? I think so…at least a small element of it. Fear can prevent us from behaving dangerously or from doing something stupid. But fear can also be overwhelming and even disabling if it becomes extreme. So a little fear is probably a good thing, where as extreme fear, not so much.
How long do you spend weekly with your hobbies?
My one and only hobby these days is blogging, and I’d say I spend, on average, three to five hours a day on blogging (writing and reading), so 21 to 35 hours a week.
Have you ever been or were you a hippie? Do you desire to be a hippie?
Been there, done that. Yes, back in the mid-sixties to the mid-seventies I was a long-haired, tie-dyed shirt and bell-bottom wearing, marijuana smoking, and, occasionally, an acid dropping hippie. Now I’m an old, bald, aging Baby Boomer. So no more long hair (not by choice), tie-dyed shirts, or bell bottom jeans. I will still occasionally indulge in a cannabis-infused edible, but that’s pretty much all that remains of my hippie days. Well, that and classic rock music.