Oh say can you remember?
Geez, I feel kinda sorry for Christina Aguilera this morning. I know what it's like to be a mom and try to go out and do something cool. The ole brain just isn't in prime shape anymore. Not when you have to think about who's gotta do their homework, who's running around with the cat dangling from their hands, who's still not dressed and it's lunchtime, who's needs their nose wiped, and who needs their teeth brushed. The national anthem sort of takes second place after all that, you know? We'll let it slip this one time Christina. Just stop doing runs on every single note you sing and the whole thing will be forgiven.
So, I have a question. Do you tell other people about your writing? Do you find it hard to explain that you're madly in love with invisible humans? That you murder and lie and cuss all in the name of fiction? Sometimes I worry about how people will react to me when they read some of my more radical pieces, but it doesn't stop me one bit from wanting to continue. I loves me some fake peoples, ya'll. But I do hope the rest of the world doesn't disown me for the stuff I write.
How do you feel? How do you tell others you're a *gasp* writer?!