As an author, I’m supposed to share my life with fans ’cause they want to know the person behind the creative genius 😉 Okay. Not a natural inclination for me to share, but here goes:
My first post as the GWD. Can I throw an A in there and make this GAWD!!! It only took me 28 years to get here, but hey, who gives a rat’s sash?
I’ve been divorced for eight years, so yeah, doing the math means I was married for twenty. Wow. I’m going to say that again: Wow.
How in the hell did that happen? I write about love as a secondary job, but holy wedding vows, love is some powerful shit. Not to mention blinding as f*&#.
I stayed with someone for twenty years and then left him. Gawd, writing that down hits home, you know? I stayed with someone for twenty years and then left him. How in the fanny pack did I even do that?
Well, I know how.
It reached a point where it was killing me to stay. Simple as that. Either I died emotionally and spiritually…you know, where you just give up? Where you just can’t even argue about shit anymore because what’s the point? Yeah. So that’s where I was when I decided to become a traveler.
It was either hit the road or hit the bottle, and I have juuuuust a smidge too much self respect for the latter (okay, brief aside. I hit the bottle in binges and chased it with a bit of Idon’tgiveableep. Aaaaanyway…). So, my first excursion was onto the internet, where I searched for a job in another state
Found one. I’ll end the post here ’cause the job and the leaving deserve their own air time. Come on back if you can stand to listen to one more author blather on about her personal life and how she came to write books.
Tata Titties–which I cut off, but that’s another post–for now 🙂