There are some who would advise me that writing romances with explicit/erotic content doesn’t go hand-in-hand with having a Christian Faith. I don’t agree with that. But my beliefs are always expanding and contracting with new information, new studies, new perspectives.

So on this inauspicious Day 2 of blogging, I think I’ve decided to journal about said Faith and writing dirty books. And how it makes me a whole person to have both in my life.

I do not anticipate always agreeing with myself. But after getting into a discussion on Twitter about a period in my childhood where my house was cleansed of Disney films for having magical/non-Christian elements, I do feel good about making this the place for those observations. 

I will let myself be emotional. I will allow myself to be angry and confused about why things had to be the way they were. But I will also be thankful that those experiences serve as a dramatic contrast to what I understand now and how I study to determine a wholly personal, contemporary response.

Now all I need are a wizard and a baker’s dozen of dwarves to keep me company. Will someone let Richard Armitage know where I am?