It boggles my mind how one decision could have such an impact on my life. I am out to my close friends and family. But I’m not particularly all the way out. From what I believe, my church doesn’t know that I’m gay. The people that work at my place of employment don’t know. My kids’ friends’ parents don’t know. Acquaintances don’t know.
But they should know. I shouldn’t be actively trying to hide this fact. I’m out to the people that matter and if they don’t matter then I shouldn’t even care. They do matter. My church matters. I don’t want them to constantly worry and fret over me. I’m neurotic. So, maybe they won’t. The only view I have heard spoken at the pulpit is one of welcoming LGBT people into the church.
So, what’s this decision that has such a heavy weight on my mind? The decision on whether I should use a pen name or my real name when publishing my lesbian romance books.
1. a neurotic person
2. Miss Vee
I’m pretty sure my English teacher taught us that we can’t use the word in the definition. But what do I know?? I’m still obsessing over what people think of me. I’ve been obsessing over this for the past 35 years. I am slowly making my way out of it. But this is going to be a long journey, people.
By the beginning of June, everyone is going to know after they see my vacation pics of me cuddling up with and kissing my girlfriend. That’s going to be the real kicker to all of this. I am just preparing to rip this Band-Aid off once and for all. Cuz it’s getting kind of gross and dirty and it’s just painfully dangling off of my arm hair.
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This really spoke to me. This is the way I want to live my life. This is the way I want to teach my children to live. It’s about the memories and about leaving your footprint. It’s about leaving a legacy.
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Lately, there has been a crazy amount of teenagers staying at the house across the street. They are loud, obnoxious, and not very bright.
On two different occasions with two different teenage girls, they ran out of the house bare foot and ran down the rock street. One of them actually came over to my lawn and started dancing some kind of interprative dance of the chickens. I wanted to yell out of my door, “Git off my lawn, you whippersnapper!!” But before I could get out of my recliner, she went back over to the house.
Then there was this one time where my youngest and I were sitting out on the porch enjoying the fresh evening air. There was a gaggle of teenagers screaming and carrying on. My kid said, “Shut up!” The teenagers didn’t hear her but it’s good to know that I’m not the only crotchety old lady in the house. Ha!
I’m sure that I acted that stupid and obnoxious when I was a teenager. And I’m sure my girls will do that as well (no matter how well I’ve trained them to behave out in the wild). When did I become so old that I get so annoyed by harmless acts of stupidity?
I’m making lots of head way with my romantic comedy and I have been looking into self publishing sites.
Does anyone have anything they would like to weigh in on this? I think I’m going to go forward with Lulu.
Any help would be great!
One of the most adorable things that I love about my girlfriend is how she interacts with other Kiwis.
When she’s skyping with me she tends to tone down her accent. Not purposefully but I guess that’s what happens when you talk to Americans. Her kids have even mentioned that she talks with an American accent.
But then are these beautiful moments when she’s talking to a fellow New Zealander and her accent is on full and her mannerisms are different. It’s the most amazing thing to witness a kiwi in her natural habitat. It seriously gives me the star eyes.
She says I have a cute accent but she’s crazy cuz Midwesterners don’t have an accent.
Well, I guess I can’t say I have a block cuz there are so many things to blog about.
Like the Pope wanting to reinstate divorced people into the Catholic Church but still says gay marriage isn’t valid.
Or how I found out my trainer’s sister is gay and my workout buddy didn’t even bat an eye so there may be hope to stop calling EJ my friend when I talk about going to New Zealand to visit said friend.
Also there’s the whole workout and fitness progress that I’m very proud of and that my girls want to fitness as well.
I want to talk about the day trip I took to visit my bestie and her trials with a man that makes me oh so very happy that I’m a lesbian.
Not to mention about how nervous and excited and I am that my trip is coming up so quickly and I can’t believe in little over three weeks I’ll be NZ bound!!
I’d also like to do book reviews. Well, a book review cuz the book reminds me so much of EJ and I.
The list just goes on!!
But I just don’t have the motivation. Ugh. Stupid motivation. I’m so lazy.
So I’ll just sip my coffee and contemplate on how awesome it would be to motivated and inflict the world with my awesome opinions.