Often when people ask me what I “do”, and I tell them I’m a writer, I feel a bit sorry for them because that information catches them so unprepared. Mercy, it’s awkward! It’s almost like when I used to answer that I was a home-school mom.
Oh, I’ve tried other titles: Retired educator is my favorite, for the “respect reaction” from inquirers, although one time I experimented with self-employed and had slightly wicked fun with the questions that ensued then, too.
Anyway, when I say I’m a writer, after they get over the initial shock, the reaction is usually delight and attraction.
It works on the days when you don’t want any complications in your path.
Today I guest post on the Arkansas Women Bloggers site, an honor I do not take lightly, because this remarkable promotional group takes women writers seriously (if they also blog about it.) It’s been fun to watch it grow and watch its founder succeed.
Although both of my sites have a “blog” element to them, and certainly did begin as Weblogs, I use them equally as traditional Websites, or even as archive sites, for connecting with home-educating women, and with women who find themselves unprepared for—or or even overwhelmed by—the sometimes uncomfortable or heartbreaking demands life has made on them.
There are hundreds of essays available via the search window right on this page, and also here, written to help, inspire, or delight women.
And there are several more, over at the Arkansas Women Bloggers site, including one written especially for today. I think you’ll love the delightfully charming photos of several of my ancestors.
Run on over there and enjoy it, Sisters, because I wrote it just for you.