I had an interesting weekend. I learned a lot about my personality. Which I already knew, but then had confirmed when it slammed me in the face.
Friday I had to drive my mother into Virginia so she could spend 5 days with my brother and his wife. You can learn a lot about someone by the way they drive. She taught me how to drive, way back when, in a cemetary (no traffic). Very slow, methodical, patient. 30 years later, however, she's a road rage maniac. And because of the holiday there were state troopers everywhere. In and out of traffic, 10 mph over the speed limit, riding right up to the back of a semi and then darting out to pass them. I guess she was in a hurry to get there. I really can't blame her, after dealing with my father the last few months she needed a vacation. But with her driving, I was a nervous wreck, which I'm normally not.
Anyway, on the way home, I took my time, (much to the disappointment of The Monster), found a small open pocket of lane and stayed there. I had no need to spurt in and out of traffic dodging the lunatics or the big-rigs. I remained calm.
Fast forward to Friday night. My crit partner and I had been talking about book trailers, and as neither of us had ever made one, I found some simple directions, shared them with her, and decided to take a look. Well, that look turned into 5 hours in front of the Windows Movie Maker. I made a book trailer which you can find here. As with the traffic that afternoon, I just cruised at my own speed, made my choices and slowly but surely came to a final destination.
Then came Saturday. Now, having spent the spring bitching about doing yard work at my mother's house, I finally decided it was time that I do my own. After all we're putting this house on the market, and to say I've neglected the outside of my domicile is an understatement. It needs a lot of help (like the kind with 3 guys and big machinery). Anyway, I went outside thinking I could just plow through most of it and get it ALL done in a couple of hours. HA! One thing led to another, then to another, and then another (because nothing is ever easy at my house). However, I did manage to get 85% of it finished to my satisfaction. Then I gave the dogs a bath. I felt very good about all I had accomplished, but by 2:00 I had to lay down with a couple of Tylenol. Because in my zeal to get things done, I had broken myself AGAIN.
Sunday morning I finally had a chance to get back on the blogs and roam around for a little bit before tackling another house project. I found this article at Writer Unboxed which I thought might be interesting.
What Authors Seem to Forget about Marketing, Especially Those Who Dislike It. At the end of the article is a simplied version of the Meyers Briggs Personality Test (which I took and highly recommend). I found out I am a
Your Jungian Myers Briggs Personality Type:
ISFJ
( Introversion, Sensing, Feeling, Judgment )
Quiet, friendly, responsible, and conscientious. Committed and steady in meeting their obligations. Thorough, painstaking, and accurate. Loyal, considerate, notice and remember specifics about people who are important to them, concerned with how others feel. Strive to create an orderly and harmonious environment at work and at home.
I guess it's nice to have my personality confirmed by an impartial computer program.
Tell me -- Have you ever taken this test? Did it tell you something you didn't already know about yourself?
