There is a certain kind of beautiful that I know I'll never be. You know, the kind of beautiful that stops people mid-sentence and people write songs about. It’s the kind of beautiful that never has to be qualified, like 'oh you have such lovely eyes' or 'what a pretty face you have.' Just lovely. Just pretty. That is the kind of beautiful that I'll never be. I struggle with this on a daily basis, bombarded by images of women who are airbrushed and photoshoped and have nothing to do but workout and focus on themselves. To be clear, I don’t blame the women. If you have a god-given talent (mine is writing, some people have their face) then you should use it. I blame the media and society for allowing these things to continue on and perpetuate this notion of how women should be. I’m sure it’s possible to walk right past these images and not allow them to bother you in the least and I can do that on a good day. Today is not a good day. Being a woman is hard. Being honest with yourself is even harder.
So, hi, BTW. I’ve been gone for a while. No, I’m not dead – just working on my life. Smack in the middle of edits of Playing With Fire, it is a much more strenuous process this time and I’m very glad for it. My editor, her name is Farrah, is super calm and understanding. I’m like, flipping out and she’s like, ‘All is well, Christy.’ LOL The book is up on Goodreads and here is the link should you be so inclined to add it to your TBR list:
I’m excited for this one. I want to redo my website and throw some PR around. Have you heard that saying: you have to have money to make money? That is a true saying. I don’t really have any upfront capital to invest, nor do I have any willing investors, so promoting will come down to me, my laptop, and some long nights begging for blog tours and praying for reviews. It will be worth it though, in the end. I can feel it in my bones.
I promise not to stay away so long next time.