So many faces

I’m a Gemini, and I was born in the Chinese Year of the Dog. I used to joke that this made me a two-faced bitch, but I probably wasn’t far off! The traits of a Gemini include being adaptable, indecisive, and impulsive, which describes me to a T. But, there is some consistency to me. I tend to come back to the same ideas and thoughts.

My husband teases me that I have a grasshopper brain, always jumping from one thought and idea to the next. He’s not wrong. I’m constantly writing new opening chapters, then not doing anything with them, or coming up with a new possible business start-up, then pushing it into a drawer and going no further. I have several Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook pages reaching out to different people. And I hide who I really am.

Most of you are aware that I run RW Literary Services. Work trickles in occasionally, but it’s not the only part of me. It’s not the only business I run.

This weekend has really pushed me to my limits, and as a result, I’d like to introduce you to who I am.

My first challenge this weekend was to run a 5k.

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I hate running. I always have. But I am a volunteer for our local Cub Scout troop, and they were taking part in a 5k run, so I joined in. I stayed at the back, walking the first 2k with those that didn’t run or managed to hurt themselves (my daughter) 200m off the start line. After dropping them off with one of the parents at the 2k mark, I carried on until I caught up with a couple of other Cubs, and jogged/walked the rest. I finished the 5k in 45 minutes and 52 seconds, which is a huge achievement for me.

This wasn’t an achievement because I ran 5k – I walk that distance on a regular basis with the dog. It was an achievement because I conquered my anxiety and ran in public. I put my fitness levels on display. But unless you follow my ‘Mum’ Instagram account, you may have missed it. Because that’s the first part of who I am: I’m a Mum.

Mum-me does a lot of cooking and days out with the kids. I review products, recipes, and places to visit, with a focus on tight budgets and children with allergies and intolerances.

You can follow Mum’s Cupboard HERE.

My second achievement of the weekend was sitting on a stall at a local fair. Doesn’t sound like much does it? Except, I have severe anxiety when it comes to doing anything in public, which is why I don’t go to book signings. I’m terrified of putting myself out there. And this Sunday I didn’t just myself out there, I showed off my beliefs and lifestyle.

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I’m what is referred to as a hereditary witch, passed down from my mum’s side. Growing up, my mum taught me to read Tarot, and my grandma read tea leaves. We had crystals hanging in windows, and have always been taught to respect nature. As a teenager I referred to myself as Wiccan, as many Buffy the Vampire Slayer fans of the 90s did, but it goes deeper than that. I don’t label myself now, and say I’m simply spiritual.

There’s a lot of scepticism surrounding witchcraft and Tarot reading, so I don’t talk about it. But with the support of my husband, I’ve started an Instagram account (HERE) and even have an Etsy shop (HERE). I make my own spells, charms, and dream catchers, and have created some typography designs. I offer Tarot reading and energy therapies, including distant therapy. Tarot Lottie has a website, which is minimal because I hide myself. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed but I do have anxiety, and as part of that I don’t want to offend or upset anyone, and I’ve already been criticised for these beliefs.

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So this weekend, I decided enough is enough. I’m not going to let other people’s negativity make me feel unworthy. If they have a problem with what I do, then that is their problem, not mine.

I find Tarot Lottie works nicely with my C.V. Leigh persona, where I write Urban Fantasy.

I do enjoy writing romance, but my love has always been with the paranormal. I’ve been writing an epic high fantasy series for 6 years now, because I struggle to finish them. The Change was easier to write, because it’s urban, meaning it’s set in the here and now. You can find C.V. Leigh’s social media links here:

Website
Facebook
Twitter
Amazon
Instagram

But there’s still more to me. And this part is the bit I struggle with being public about. However, after this weekend, I’ve decided to put it all out there.

I’m a prepper. I even have a Twitter page.

Not hardcore. I don’t wear tinfoil hats or believe that the world is going to end. But life has taught me that I need to be prepared for everything about to be thrown at me. I have a stockpile of food, we grow our own when we can, I forage throughout the year and teach my children about the food we can find in nature, I knit and I’m teaching myself to sew. It’s not about waiting for a nuclear bomb to drop, it’s about being ready for any possibility.

I keep a bag in my car that contains blankets, food, water, a first aid kit, and a torch, minimum. And with Brexit looming, I’ve increased my stockpile of food and medicine. I’ve also written a couple of non-fiction guides, one of which is constantly in the top 50 of Amazon’s Disaster Relief Kindle store. Both books are available on Kindle Unlimited to read.

Due to wanting to remain anonymous (originally, obviously not now!) they are fully self-published, including self-edited so I can guarantee there are mistakes throughout. But the sentiment remains the same. These books are designed to give UK preppers are a base to start, with lists of things to buy and stockpile. The books can be found HERE.

Being a prepper came in use this weekend.

As Scout and Cubs leaders, we camp a lot. And in a couple of weeks, I’m going to be cooking chilli for 18 people. Possibly more. I was giving the shopping list, and Mum’s Cupboard-Me cringed when I saw “jars of chilli sauce” written down. I cook from scratch, with fresh veg when I can. And Practically Prepping-Me has everything needed (minus meat and quorn) to cook chilli for 20+ people. So during a stock rotation check, I’ve emptied the older foods into a crate, ready to be used during Scout camp, and saving the troop money.

So that’s me, and all my faces.

The dream is to combine them somehow, perhaps in a shop. But for now, it’s all social media.

My anxiety is currently through the roof. I’m going to go make myself a cup of tea, and wait for the comments…

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