I have to admit, I’m as giddy as a schoolgirl over this one, kids.
Our guest today is… (cue the slinky music and dim the lights) none other than Marian Green. That’s right, folks, everyone’s favorite ridiculously creative/sexy blogger has decided to cast a sultry light over my blog.
Here is Marian, from her About page, in her own words:
“My mind is a crazy tangled place. Here I let my mind unwind, the thoughts pour. What you find on this blog is a blend of fact and fiction, a mix of truth and lies. My name is Marian Green.”
In short, Marian’s fearlessness and vulnerability are an inspiration and in spite of my many literary “skills”, I cannot do her justice and so the virtual floor is hers.
1) Tell me about the last time you indulged your silly side. (What’s “Mad Marian” like?)
Oh goodness. I indulge this side lots. It can get downright gluttonous. But the most recent silly moment involved my following through on a threat/tease. While indulging in a sexy moment with a man, I looked up, batted my eyes and said in my best affected Southern accent, “Is there anythin’ else you desirah Mr. Woods*?”
(*Name changed for obvious reasons.)
He choked and yelled, “No! No! No! I told you, no ‘Mister’ anything! Mr. Woods is my father!” I quickly dissolved into giggles and had to stop our sexy time so I didn’t accidentally bite anything important.
He actually said this.
2) When it comes to the wild ‘n wonderful world of blogging you’ve experienced the good and the bad. What’s the best thing about being a sexy/artistic/visionary blogger?
First, thanks for the trifecta of compliments. By far the best thing I’ve experienced from blogging is the sense of community. I didn’t expect it. Creative Noodling was born as a way for me to work through a traumatic heartbreak. I was in a place where, with every breath, I felt like I had an elephant sitting on my chest. A stubborn elephant who wouldn’t forget and let me heal.
So I wrote.
And then I wanted a place to put the writing. Never having blogged prior to this, I had no expectations. And the outpouring of encouragement and support from the community that followed not only surprised me, it helped heal me.
3) Do you wear sweatshirts?
Do hoodies made from sweatshirt material count? Those are pretty common lounging garb for me. I’ll don one with a cami and faded jeans and… wait… this wasn’t a sneaky “So what are you wearing?” question and that’s what I’m turning it into! ///blush. Yes. Ahem. I wear sweatshirts.
(I’m glad we cleared that up. By the way, what are you wearing?)
Actually, this has gone off the rails a bit, hasn’t it? Here’s a piece of mind candy from Marian’s personal files to get us back on track…
4) Your favorite place on this plane of existence is… (It can be a childhood home or perhaps a location that has inspired your artistic endeavors. As always, the choice is yours.)
Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.
The white picket fences, the gardens edged with boxwoods, the heavenly smells from the taverns and the apothecary, the colonial architecture… all these speak to me at a visceral level that makes visiting there feel like coming home.
5) This feature exists to shine positivity across the blogosphere. Tell us, Marian Green, how do you stay positive in a world filled with negativity?
I make the choice. There’s a lot we don’t have a choice in or control over in our lives, but one’s attitude isn’t one of them. So I choose to be positive. I choose love. I choose to live without regrets. I choose to live… period.
And when all else fails a good dose of innuendo and witty banter always does the trick.
(That’s what I always say.)
Time to bring the lights back up, air out the room and grab a cool drink, folks, this show is almost over. I leave you now with a piece of delicious prose from our guest.
I want to write you a love letter but I don’t know where to begin.
Start at the beginning you say?
When was the beginning? The feeling has grown, blossomed,
more and more each day
I take pen to paper with the best intentions
The words, they flow, they tumble
They dance across the page so beautifully, so swiftly
that I can’t believe they’re my inventions
My eyes are closing, I’m fading fast
Quick… let it out. Write it down…
Or all your pretty thoughts will be left in the past
It’s too late. The meds have kicked in.
So instead, I’ll just dream in happy bliss
And send you a picture
Of where you’ll place our very first kiss…
See you in the lobby, kids…