You’ll now find all my fiction writing on Woeful Writes because one blog isn’t enough for this gal. Actually, I’m a little overwhelmed with the idea of having to fill 2 blogs with content but hey ho, what else am I doing with my time. When I say “have to” I know I don’t have to but I feel like if I am taking up space on the web I might as well use it. What’s the point of an empty blog? The first few posts are being transplanted from blog posts I’ve already written here but brand new content will…

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So here goes practice number 5. I do not have a perfect marriage. Sometimes we argue, mostly bickering and usually very quickly moved on from. But I don’t see my life without my husband and when I think about it, I swear, sometimes it brings me to tears. But again, it’s not perfect. Nothing is. I hope that when people see us, they see a happy family, with flaws of course, but not people trying to project an unattainable level of happiness. Some people though, have lives that look perfect and it is far from that. What are they feeling?…

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I obviously fancy myself a writer a little bit as I’ve started a blog. But when I describe or sheepishly refer to myself as a writer or talk about my aspirations of writing, this is me talking about fiction. Writing about myself or my hair and my weight is pretty easy. Easy in comparison to letting people read my stories.