I'm a published poet and short story author where music and books were the load bearing walls of my childhood. This led to a love of movies, anything from Bogart to Clooney. My heros are Margaret Atwood, Hugh Laurie, and The Beatles. I was lucky enough to have met Ms. Atwood, taught by Thomas Lux, and to have heard Drake Bell play his own music and cover The Beatles three times. My name is Veronica. Let's get passionate.
A really reputable author who follows me on Twitter, and I him, asked me to join in on a writers blog group. He liked my work. This is like the time I was picked to be one of 5 writers to judge a citywide poetry contest (city pop. 800,000.)
It leads me to think, who is blessing me?
"Fifty Shades of Grey is about porn"
"Christian Grey rapes Ana"
"Fifty Shades glorifies abusive relationships"
"Christian Grey is an abusive asshole"
"The sex in the book isn’t consensual"
At my son’s therapy session today, he bolted out of the building toward a busy street. We got him, he’s ok. And certain members of my family don’t think I work for a living.