If I ever decide to have another relationship, it will only be with a certain kind of woman, and I will not settle for less.  Here’s what I need from someone:

1.) A friend, a woman who accepts me as I am, a woman who forgives my flaws and my mistakes without being too harsh with criticism.  I need someone I can lean on from time to time.

2.) A partner, a woman who understands my creative side and encourages me to write and promote without feeling like I’m ignoring her or putting her second.

3.) An independent thinker, a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind or have opinions or put me in my place from time to time.

4.) A football fan, a woman who enjoys the game, not someone who just tolerates me watching it.  I need a woman who understands zone blocking, man-to-man coverage, and zone blitzes.

5.) A lover, a woman who will spend a night on the sofa kissing me for as long as I want.  A woman who wants to talk and laugh and spend time together having fun.  A woman who is comfortable making love without her makeup on.

6.) A mother, a woman who loves her children as much as I love mine.

7.) A Strong Person, a woman who can give me space when I need it without feeling neglected.  The demons that haunt me sometimes make me sit alone for long stretches with nothing but my thoughts, and I need someone who can handle this.

8.) A Nurturer, a woman who can soothe me after a long, hard day.  Sometimes, the day-to-day is too much, and while I’m quite capable of being someone else’s rock, it would be nice to be loved on from time-to-time.

And here’s what I don’t need:

1.) Another mother, one is more than enough for me.

2.) A maid, I can take care of myself.

3.) A nurse, see above.

4.) A leech, my energy is my own and very precious.

5.) A coward, life is about taking risks and putting yourself out there.

6.) A cheater.

So there it is.  Applications are available in the HR office down the hall.

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So to continue my story about the birth of my first son, after seeing the first ultrasound, something in me changed, and that’s when I started writing again.  I felt in my heart like the only thing I could ever be truly successful at was writing, and I knew that I had to make something of myself to provide a better life for him.  So I started writing The Brotherhood of Dwarves.  I hadn’t written anything in a few years, and at first, I was very unsure of myself.  It shows in the first chapter, too.  I was finding my voice, my rhythm, my pace.

Crystal and I were never happier than during that pregnancy.  Everyone commented on it, and you can see it in pictures of us.  We both glowed.  We were a team, and we had endured a long, dark process together and came out the other side successfully.  During those eight and a half months, we were always together, playing games, laughing, talking, making plans.  It was one of the happiest periods of my life.  I read stories and sang to her belly almost every night, and life was good.

I’ll probably have to write an entire entry about his birth.  Too much happened to squeeze it all in here and do it justice.  So that’s all for now.  I’ll save that story for another day.

It’s good to stay occupied with work.  I’m teaching summer school, working on book three, and promoting, and these things keep my mind busy and active.  I wish I could focus all of my attention on writing and promoting.  I wish I could travel every week to a new show and live on the road most of the year.  I can write from anywhere, and if I could make enough money to pay my child support and sustain myself, that’s what I’d do.

Back to grading.  Just wanted to share that thought.

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