So it’s interesting when you publish a book. And then start to blog. Because your friends and family…well they start to read your blog and they have opinions about your blog..and perhaps there remarks are justified because as a fiction author you make up characters and get reviewed regarding your imagination (and ability to plot..or not plot if you’re a literary fiction writer). But as a blogger, well I’m me and well my family they are real people and these are their lives. It’s seems that my last blog…the one about the fabulous women in my life…well there was one friend that wasn’t content with the word I chose to describe her, the metaphor did not make her happy.
Nealie doesn’t want to be a rock.
Nealie wants to be a Goddess. Now I did not hear this from Nealie (as that isn’t the way of women) and I can not reveal my sources….(psst, it was N*n*) but I can say that Nealie is no longer a rock. Oh, no, no, no… In my blog, Nealie is now and forever my Goddess. THE goddess. The Mommy Goddess, the Nealie Goddess, the Goddess known as Nealie or the Goddess formerly known as Nealie or whatever GODDESS she wants to be. And what about Andy? You might ask (if you read my blogs) Well Andy will obviously have to give up her Goddess title. But what word to describe Andy? If not Goddess, what then? Hmm…maybe fashionable?