As long as I can remember, I have always love to write. It was a way of escape for me because of my unhappy life. Long before my first book was published, I suffered a problem at night–restless mind. It was bad enough that my right leg would become severely restless, keeping me from sleeping at night, but if I am not careful and sometimes I am not, I would let my mind wonder. This happens most often if I allow myself to write before going to bed. My mind would want to continue to story as I try to sleep. Not a good idea and even trying to tell my mind to shut up or think on other things, it would go right back to it. Oh the curse of it all! I need to tell myself to stop writing before going to bed, but I can not help it. I am about like Paul the apostle when he wrote about struggling with sin. “I do the things I do not want to do and don’t do the things I want to do. What a wretched man I am.” I think Writing is about like breathing to me, but maybe in time I will learn to control my thoughts.
I am 44 but will be 45 in July and not looking forward to it. As I was walking, I thought about the men in the town where I love. they are about like jobs here too: I have no interest in dating men who rather live in this sorry old town just as I have no interest working here. I want out! I have lived in same town too long and I feel as if I can’t breathe and that I am suffocating. I look at men everywhere I go and wonder: “If I date you, would you mind If I move?” You see, my mind is set on Washington State, but I can not get anyone to understand.
“Washington have the same laws as any state.”
“Maybe you can try getting out more.”
“Have you tried volunteering?”
Those are some of the comments I receive on Facebook. I don’t blame them. They don’t know what it is like to be me. If I told anyone about my father, they would think I am putting him in a bad light. I know my relatives would so I keep quiet about it. My feelings are between God and me. He knows what I have gone through. In fact, I would not have these desires if He did not give them to me.
I do not want a man whose wife divorced him. That means he has some baggage and I am not willing to deal with it. I don’t want a man who don’t care about his body because his body is the temple of the Lord. I don’t want a man who smokes and who has tattoos on his bodies. I also don’t want a man who is not willing to move for me.
What I want? I want a man who is after God’s own heart. Who loves Jesus first than me. I want a man who is caring, honest and is understanding. I want him to look past my flaws and see into my heart. I want one who loves both cats and dogs and is good to his children. I want one who doesn’t have a beard,, five oclock shadow or a goatee. I want one who reads the Bible everyday and will help me grow in it. Maybe they aren’t any like that, but God knows just the one for me. My question is how do I go about being the fish in the water if I am stuck in muddy water?
There are online dating sites that are out of the question and most of them aren’t free. Should I give any a try or just hope that somewhere somehow a man will come out of nowhere and sweep me off my feet? I am not getting younger and my days are getting shorter. I have to hold onto the hope I have that someday I will have a family.
I would like to begin by introducing you to the characters in my book Marge. Instead of me telling you about them, I have chosen to write from their perspective. First Marge:
My name is Marge Willet. I am a divorcee and much rather stay that way since my husband cheated on me twice. Instead of dating, I divulge on my energy into my writing. I never dress attractively because I don’t want to attract men. It is my decision, but for some reason I can’t seem to rid 3 men! They keep bothering me and trying to get me to sign a two year contract all because I walk with a cane! I am as mean as I can be but they keep coming back to me. One time, I must have agreed because I found myself in a mansion of a wealthy French man. Come read what happens to me and how I got reunited with my Italian Lover!
First book published last month. A romance story about a cynical woman who was reunited with her Italian lover after 15 years and under unusual circumstances.
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