We've had a busy Father's Day. I sang a solo at church, and wonder of wonders, didn't mess up much. I think I actually did a pretty good job. One lady told me I had a "gifted voice," which is, okay, totally not true. But nice to hear, nevertheless:-).
Later VH and the kids went to see "Cars," while I hung out with the toddler. Then we all went out for ice cream. So we had a fun afternoon.
I did get mildly freaked out by my pastor in church this morning, though. As I left the service, I shook his hand and said hi.
"I didn't know you were an author!" he said.
I blinked, because my writing is not something I tend to advertise at church. "Who told you I was a writer?"
"I heard it on the grapevine. I'm reading one of your books."
I gaped at him. "Huh? Which one?"
"Love Remembered. I found it over at Barnes and Noble."
"Oh." I probably should have said "thank you," but my brain was still processing. Pastor. Explicit sex scenes. Time to hide under a pew and not come out again. "Um... it's not exactly a guy book."
"It's got a lot of interesting history in it."
"Uh, thanks. I majored in history in college."
"I know. I read your website."
Oh, God. All those sexy excerpts on my website. Kill me now. "Uh," I said. "It's, you know, kind of a typical romance novel."
"Yeah, I know," he said, grinning. "I already read all the racy parts."
I stared at him for a second, totally befuddled, and then opened my big mouth again.
"So do we have excommunication in the Lutheran church?"
He laughed at me and sent me on my way. But I'm still kind of weirded out over this, and I just know the next time I write a sex scene I'm going to think, Geez... what if the pastor reads it?