Many apologies to anyone who, observing the tempo of this blog, was expecting a post on Friday or, at the very latest, Saturday morning. I was working on another writing project—actually, a couple other writing projects, one of which will not see the light of day for some time yet. But the other one is ready to be read Now.
I confess to being a good audience when it comes to essays on marriage,
dating, and relationships. Part of my penchant for pieces on these
subjects has to do simply with the fact that I am a woman.
To care about relationships is part of what
it is to be female; this is the reason why, even though many excellent
novelists are men, the majority of novel readers has nearly always been
and is likely to remain female. Furthermore, as a would-be novelist
myself, I have what could be called a “professional” interest in
Lastly—full disclosure—I’m a good audience for relationship pieces
because I’m single, and 26, and a practicing Catholic, and 75 to 99
percent sure that my vocation is marriage. (Seventy-five before I’ve had
my coffee. Ninety-nine when I finish Gaudy Night for the tenth time.)
That said, while I read almost everything published on Altcatholicah, a certain section tends to get the best part of my attention. I read Lucy Simmonds’ post closely, and followed the combox with interest.
Read the rest at Altcatholicah.