My security blanket is my own space, both physically and mentally. Everything is safe when you’re alone, you know? You can think, say, write, or do whatever you want without any judgment or criticism, except maybe from God. But I’ve found God to be far less critical than any human.

So anyway, I sent out my novel to beta-readers today and I feel like I just stepped outside in a bikini. Did I shave? Is my butt covered? Do I have RT? Am I pasty-white? I hope no one notices my stretch-marks. What about that jiggly place between my thighs? I need one of those ghetto Thigh-Masters.

I hate swimsuits.


  1. Looking forward to reading it, Liesl!

  2. You make me laugh! I’m excited to read it. šŸ™‚

  3. If you need someone to really step out in their bikini and let their jiggly place show I am sure I can be bribed. I have lost all sense of propriety. Good luck brave girl.

  4. Good Luck! PS. I hate swimsuits too.

    • Sita

    • January 22, 2011

    • 7:28 am

    Remind me to tell you of this dream I had about you, facebook, and Herbert. All good things. I actually had to go to your facebook page because I was quite certain it had all really happened. It hasn’t, but it will. I know.

    • Liesl

    • January 24, 2011

    • 12:36 am

    Sita, I’m reminding you now. I hope it was a good dream and if it was I hope it comes true! Email me, sendliesl(at)gmail(dot)com and tell me all about it!

    • Sita

    • January 24, 2011

    • 9:57 am

    I emailed you. šŸ™‚

    And now I’m off to read more Herbert before bed time.

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