That Song by Deborah Kerr, or, Fake It 'Til You Make It

Sometimes you just have to do what you don't want to do.

Today is no exception.

I'm overcoming two challenges today:

• Leading a writing group three blocks from the protest-ridden Mission office of the SFPD when I really want to curl up at the Carlsbad library, where the librarians greet you at the door.
• I am to the point in my current short story writing where I have to write a sex scene.

Depending on how you look at my past employment, the fear factors are a toss-up. After spending three years working in Oakland, I'm more scared of the writing assignment. After working in California for seven years, I'm more scared of the protestors.

Flip a coin and whistle a little and dance on-ward, dear reader.

P.S. - This is where the title of today's post of Life For Rent comes from. This is song I'm playing to be brave...it serves dual duty. It makes me feel sexy. No white boy has ever called me "mama," so Mat is turning me on. Well, that, and the lyrics help. :) Standin' there like a Tennessee queen sayin' 'Don't look at me, don't look at me...'

*Picture courtesy of my sis-in-love Serena. Find Bob in the picture and win keys to the Buick. To borrow from Shakira: "No hiding, no hiding."