I blame Anne of Green Gables for making me want to put an "e" on the end of my name, even though it would look stupid to do so.
I blame Madeleine L'Engle and Mrs. Who for making me quote Pascal, in French, at inopportune moments.
(Le cœur a ses raisons, que la raison ne connaît point. The heart has its reasons, whereas reason knows nothing.)
I blame Laura Ingalls Wilder for making me think salt pork, cornmeal, and molasses should be a staple in my pantry.
I blame J.R.R. Tolkien for introducing me to Legolas. I am still bitter that I don't have half-elven children.
I blame Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for making me wish the Whipple Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight bar actually existed.
I blame J. K. Rowling for making me really, really, really hate doing the dishes by hand.
Just wanted to vent a little. Fiction is hard on me sometimes.
What about you?
Don't forget to check out Laura Diamond's Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog post on what to do when you've lost your writing mojo. My turn to answer is coming next week. :)
54 comments:
I blame Anne for making want to have red hair. I blame CS Lewis for making me think if my family was only cool enough to have wardrobes instead of closets, I could discover a magical land. I blame Lloyd Alexander and Susan Cooper for making me want to learn Welsh (and for the plethora of Welsh-English dictionaries I seem to be still collecting).
And I blame Elizabeth Enright for making me think living in old houses is cool and adventurous rather than just horribly inconvenient!
I blame Peter Mayle for making me wish I lived in Provence.
I blame Violet Winspear for making me think love triangles are cool.
I blame Margaret Mithcell for making me fall in love with a man named Rhett.
I blame Jane Austen for allowing me to think I could write like her.
This is awesome. I blame JK Rowling for my whole Muggle existence. I blame Julia Hoban, Richelle Mead, and so many others for creating awesome male characters who do not show up at my doorstep asking to get to know me better. I blame you for making me want to expose my craziness in your comment section.
Sigh... so true. I blame C.S. Lewis for making me check the back of every wooden Wardrobe I find.
;-)
Very funny! I blame Ally Carter for making think I could've attended a school for spies!
lol. This post is wonderfully funny! Wouldn't it be better if we all got our own dish washing magic.
this post was just in time to inspire me to post something like this.
thanks!
I blame Dan Brown. Just in general.
btw, you know they invented electric dishwashers, right?
What a great post! My sisters are a big fan of Anne of Green Gables. LOL
I blame A A Milne because my teddy bear never talked.
Fun topic Lydia. I blame Tony Hillerman for making me think good mystery writing is easy.
Best post ever! I blame L.M Montgomery for making me wish I owned a sleigh for winter. I blame Jane Austen for making me feel deprived that we don't have dances to attend on a regular basis.
LOL
I gotta think about it. Thanks for the morning wake-up
I blame CS Lewis for me ruining my mum's wardrobe. :-) Take care
x
I blame Jodi Pecoult for making me want to write better!
Ha, thanks for the laugh this early in the morning. The post as well as everyone's comments. I liked the half-elven children one. ;o)
I also blame JK Rowling for making me realize I can't apparate everywhere I go. Shucks!
I hear ya, sista!
I *hate* doing dishes.
haha! This post made me smile. I can think of a lot of characters to blame for making me want to be a writer. I'd like to bonk them on their heads right now as I go through some painful times writing my WIP.
Awesome post!
I blame Marguerite Henry for making me expect my very own free pony to swim right up to my door.
I blame Madeleine L'Engel for my belief that the best boys do make passes at girls who wear glasses.
I blame J.R.R. Tolkein for making me want to swap places with Eowyn and be the equestrienne extrodinarie who kicks Nazgul butt and wins one manly piece of perfection, Faramir (he's even better in the book than the movie).
That was fun. I could go on all day, but I'll refrain.... :-)
I blame Ludlum for the time I tore apart a Swiss embassy.
I blame Sendak for the time I got in trouble for trying to plant a forest in my bedroom.
I blame Moses for the time I tried to stone my brother for pooping inside.
Lol! Fun post!
I blame Private Practice for coming up with the most twisted medical conflicts and why didn't I think of that.
LOL! This cracked me up! Thank you for starting my morning with a laugh. Yes, I hate that I don't have half-elven children by Legolas too!
ROFLMAO! I am STILL pining for little half-elf children... I agree with everything on your list, and I'll add that Anne made me jealous of my best friend, who just happens to be Anne, and even has red hair... meanwhile... I'm that pasty freckled sort of brownishy blondish haired girl...
I tagged you in a meme over on my blog!
I blame life for not living up to fiction. :( ;)
I have a fabulous (my husband bought it for me) antique wardrobe in my living room. Every little child that visits our house stares longing at it. Then, I ask them if they'd like to look in and make sure it doesn't lead to Narnia. They always nod. So I open the door, and we feel the back panel...then we're both disappointed. I'm hoping that one day it will be different. :)
Where to begin? Not enough room! May we start with our ancestors? Never mind. I have a stickynote pad, blue with a black border, with this across its top:
"BLAMESTORMING: when making it one person's fault just won't do"
Ah, so many writers, so little time. I blame Richard Price for making me realize that people are funny when they talk.
Lydia, what a fun post. I blame me for writing the French Quarter jazz club, Meilori's, so vividly that I want to go back to New Orleans to see if I can't find it! Have a lovely end of week, Roland
Haha, I totally hear you, Lydia! (And incidentally some of the authors/series you mention in your post happen to be ones I love, too.)
While I love libraries, sometimes they can also push me close to depression. Why? They cause in me the "So many books to read, so little time!" syndrome.
I blame Agatha Christie for assuming each death has been elaborately planned.
I blame Val McDermid for imagining the morbid.
I blame Arthur C. Clarke for always looking for monoliths when looking through a telescope and disappointed when I don't find one.
I blame Anne Shirley for liking the name Gilbert.
I blame Nancy Drew for getting hungry when reading a good book. She was always having something good.
Maybe there's still hope your children will grow pointy ears and become proficient with a bow?
I blame Robert Ludlum for making me see conspiracies everywhere.
I blame Sandra Brown for making me think they're personal.
Maybe I need an appointment with a therapist....
Loved this humorous post! I blame John Stephens for making me wish I could find a magic map. I blame Ann Rinaldi for making me wish I could time travel.
LOL, love this!
I blame J.K. Rowling for crushing a bit of my soul because now I know I missed out on something big when I didn't get a letter from an owl on my 11th birthday. *sigh*
I can honestly say that I ditto every single one of these things! We must have had the exact same reading tastes growing up.
I blame Stephen King for scaring the crap out of me with his books as a teenager, which in turn made me want to scare the crap out of someone else with my work.
Haha!! I blame E.B. White for making me believe animals can talk.
I like your blames especially those of Roald Dahl as Charlie & the Chocolate Factory is dangerous territory for chocoholics.
I blame Paul Theroux for making me want to travel to all the places he's visited.
Ya, it's tough reading Harry Potter, especially when they don't have to do chores.:)
you know you can get your ears changed into elf-ears now.
This is hilarious! Thanks to Anne of Green Gables I sink to the "depths of depression" knowing I'll never be able to build my own little house on a prairie, even if I was a witch instead of a worthless muggle. And thanks to Dan Brown there are a whole market of books dedicated to proving that he only writes fiction and not the truth. Ugh.
Actually...I hate Tolkien for making me love Samwise Gamgee. I hate King for making me afraid of a plague AND clowns. I hate Meyers for making me WANT to be a vampire (that last one was a bit hard to write as it is embarrassing). AWESOME post!
I blame Thoreau for making me think that a one-room shack in the woods sounds like a good idea. Thank God I'm married to someone sensible enough to trick me into changing my mind!
I blame C. S. Lewis for making me want a wardrobe full of fur coats, just to rub my face against them like Lucy did. :)
This was a great post! Fun fun fun. hehe.
Hilarious post! Thanks for lightening up my day!
Great post! I wish I could remember which author made me think if I only looked at the world sideways with my peripheral vision, I'd be able to step through to a magical world. I can't tell you how many times I tried that when I was a kid. Oh, and I blame Andre Norton for making me believe cats could talk in my head if they really wanted to.
This is a good one! I suppose I kinda wish my middle name was Cordelia...:)
Hey, have you read The Blue Castle by L.M.Montgomery? Always thought that would make a great movie.
Happy Thursday!
I always blamed Mary Poppins for making me hate cleaning up by hand... :D But yep, Marshmallow Fudge Whipple Delight. Actually ANY of the candy in Wonka's factory. :d
And omg! There's a lady on Today who had a normal American accent, got her wisdom teeth out and now speaks w/a British accent!!! You just covered that one!!! You are a wizard genius psychic superstar~ :D <3
Curses and blessings on the indomitable 'what if'! Boy do I hear you. Great post, as usual!
Oh yes, I'd like to have some half-elven children, too!
LOL
Cutest post ever!
I used to call my oldest daughter "Hobbit Girl" when she was little. :)
Ha ha! Fun post!
I blame you for making me crave a Wonka bar now that doesn't exist! ;)
Cute Blog, I hope you dont mind I steal the idea? hahaha
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