"I write because if I don't, my characters will murder me in my sleep."
I saw this step-by step tutorial of how to Gird Your Loins and it needed to be readjusted.
This tutorial is disturbing important given the apparent prevalence of battle gowns.
I don’t think it fair to live in a world where every time I go out for a jog one thought troubles me the most: “do I have some fuel left in case some idiot decides to come out of nowhere and rape me?”
Today I went for a morning run and this is a constant thought while I run, “leave something for that fight or flight instinct”. I know it’s not just me although I didn’t think my husband would ever bring it up like he did today. I wasn’t feeling well but decided to go for a run anyway because I felt the need to get out of the house. I go to a track inside my gated neighborhood so it’s pretty safe. Still, I felt dizzy during the workout and decided to come back home after just 1 mile. My face was red and I was out of breath (I think both hubby and I got the start of the Chikungunya virus today) and the first thing he asked me was:
"Did something happen? Did someone bother you? ¿Alguien te pellizcó? (Anyone pinch you?)”
I had to tell him ‘no, nobody bothered me I just don’t feel well’ a couple of times before he believed me.
To live in fear, be it of whatever it may be, is not to live at all.