I am not particularly pretty. Or talented. But thanks to Trisha over at MomDot.com, I've got a chance to win my very first pageant—and, I guess, so do all of you. She's holding a blogging contest, which will involve competing in blogging activities from November 9-20.
Oh, and there will be judges. Secret judges. Judging our entries. But, you, my dear readers, are encouraged to cheer for me (loudly) and help me get my tiara. Or, if you decide to play too, you can talk smack about me (but I'd rather you didn't. I'm fragile, you know).
But don't you worry. I will win a tiara. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a little competitive. Now, to enter, you have to answer some questions...but they didn't say you had to follow the questionnaire to the letter.
So here it is. My official entry into Bloggers and Tiaras.
Who the heck are you?
I'm Amber. You all know me as the writer of Amber Page Writes, because, well, that's what I do. Write. If you want to find me on twitter, you'll find me at, well, amberpagewrites. I'm in advertising, after all. I have to live the brand.
This is me at the only professional photo shoot I've ever been a part of (alas, alack, alaska, it was pre-baby and twenty odd pounds ago. But I'll get back there, damn it).
Have you made any attempts at earning a tiara before?
That would be a resounding no. I'm pretty sure if I tried, I would be laughed off the stage.
Got any talent?
That would depend on who you ask. I'm an expert at tripping, falling, walking into immovable objects and otherwise injuring myself. I also turn 500 lovely shades of red when embarrassed, surprised, angry or experiencing strong emotion of any kind. Oh, and I grow some excellent dust bunnies.
We know you're an internet junkie. Now drop and give us five...sites that is.
Only five? But I visit so many! Well, there's twitter, of course. And facebook. Those are not just daily destinations, but semi-hourly checkpoints. I also check in at blogher and Jezebel, and...wait for it...Google Reader.
Show us you're a well-rounded person. What's your favorite thing to do when not blogging?
Sleep? No, I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. Truthfully, I read. Books, blogs, billboards...if it's got words, I read it. Yeah, I'm pretty exciting.
You've got unlimited vacation time and all the money in the world. Where do you go?
I would rent a luxurious villa on a tropical island. It would, of course, be oceanfront, with a coral reef within snorkeling distance. There would be an infinity pool, gourmet food, calorie-free pina coladas, and (this may be sacrilege) no internet access.
Who's your blogging hero?
Well, like so many others, I started blogging because of dooce. I mean, come on, she's actually managed to make a career out of it—complete with a book and TV appearances. Say what you will, that woman's a force to be reckoned with. But Jen Lancaster is a close second. She's a riot—and she's on her fifth book.
You're a magazine cover girl for a day. Which one do you choose and why?
Hmmm. This one's tough. But to be completely vain, I'd want it to be a fashion magazine. Glamour comes to mind. Why? Because I want to be fussed over by makeup artists and hair stylists. I want to wear the pretty clothes. And I want to see what I would look like after being subjected to all that photoshopping work. And at least Glamour uses real(ish)-looking women. Don't tell my daughter that I'm not a real feminist 'kay?
Tell the truth…you want a tiara, don’t you?
Damn straight. I always did like to play dress up.
What does blogger success mean to you?
Well, in my wildest dreams, I get a gigantic audience and a multi-volume book deal so profitable that instead of vacationing on that tropical island, I can live there. But more realistically? I just hope to be entertaining enough to develop a semi-respectable readership, become a slightly less small fish in the bloggin' pond, and make even more friends.
Because the comments I get and the friends I'm finding? Are what make it all worthwhile.