Psst… Tell Me Your Secrets
Mar 8th 2010Nicole JordanMy Life As A Plebe & Nicole Jordan
Like millions of other people, I’m a fan of American Idol, although I don’t usually tune in until the screechers have been banished from public view and the cream of the crop has been chosen to compete for the TV audience as well as the judges. Besides the singing, I enjoy getting to know the contestants from the short interview segments they do.
One of my favorite interview topics is “Tell us something most people don’t know about you.” Confiding secrets, I suppose, gives the performers a chance to appear likeable and to win our votes with their personalities in addition to their voices and singing styles.
So this is your chance, goddesses, to surprise your fellow inhabitants of Mt.
Oly. I’ll start by confessing a few things most people don’t know about me:
– I earn my living as a romance writer now, but until my late 20’s, I never wrote a word of fiction except for a poem about the Easter Bunny in elementary school and a short story in high school (to which my mother added the final two sentences since I didn’t have an ending.)
– My great, great, great grandfather was a Principle Chief of the Cherokee Nation, but I’m only 1/16th Cherokee.
– When it comes to fashion – clothes, shoes, hair, etc. – I would much, much rather be comfortable than stylish. Sacrificing for beauty is not my idea of fun. But then if you’ve hung around Mt. Oly long enough, you probably already know that about me!
So, goddesses, tell us something we don’t know about you!
I’m reading eight paranormal romances for the Romance Writers of America best book contest, known as the RITAs. I can’t talk about them, because, well, I’m judging them. I can say that I have Angel’s Blood by Nalini Singh sitting on my coffee table waiting for me to have a free moment or two. I keep hearing good things about it, so I decided to give it a try.
selling off a few duplicate R2-D2’s or having to start parking her car on the driveway instead of inside the garage.
At my house right now we are in the process of “the big decision” ie-where youngest son will choose to go to college. I’m not exactly sure what to tell him. If he ever asked.


Meryl Streep: Okay, I’m not going through the cast of Mamma Mia purposely, but she’s another impressive one. Not only is she a brilliant actress, but she has been married to the same man for 40+ years, has four kids who seem to adore her, seems genuinely nice in interviews, and supports several charities. Before her husband, she was engaged to a man who got bone cancer, and she too took a leave from acting to be there for him until his death. Go, Meryl!
Alyssa Milano: On the marriage front, she’s had some rockier times than the above two (she’s on her second marriage), but I admire her for two things–her perseverance despite her dyslexia, and her charitable work, which is considerable. Also, you never hear about her in the tabloids doing stupid things like running over ex-husbands she hates or driving drunk.
Weird Al Yankovich: First, I admire him for making a success out of doing novelty songs. He’s hard-working and highly respected in the music industry. He’s happily married and a general nice guy, according to just about everybody who works with him or knows him. His fans love him for that. And he too supports charities.
Of those ten, I’ve seen four, own another one (my mom wanted to see it, so I let her borrow it), and want to see an additional two. This is very rare for me. Last year I’d seen NONE of the nominated movies. I still haven’t seen any of them, in fact, though I own Frost/Nixon (which didn’t win).
District 9 – fascinating character study, and unfortunately probably what would really happen if an alien ship ran out of gas over a major city
Probably.
Okay, “Sunny Southern California” is a cliche. We do get clouds and those pesky Santa Ana winds and even somewhere between 8-12″ of rain per year. And when it gets hot, it gets HOT.
Nobody out here has a cellar, and if you have a two-story house, the bathtub is upstairs. Not good for crawling into.
sweep three inches of water off the rear of my patio and into the drain. And my mail was all wet. I hate that.

















