I have to admit it, I am masquerading as a normal person. I’ve spent some time planning this post as it is not so much about naturist fiction than it is about being a writer and having a life. Wearing clothing is part of that masquerade. Fixing fences is part of that trying to be normal. Saying “Hi” to a neighbour over the fence while wearing tan-through swimming briefs is a bit of a stretch for normal behaviour. That said, at least I had something one.
Paul is a writer with approximately 60 finished novels in his repertoire. Now that, is not what I would call normal. Not all of his books are naturist novels, and not all of them are written in English. No matter how one wants to define being a naturist, Paul is a naturist. However, more importantly, Paul is just a plain good person to know both online and in the face-to-face world. It is Paul the person that I know, a person my wife also thinks is a good person after she got to meet him during our trip to the Netherlands. Paul is not just a naturist-fiction writer, he is my friend.
I’ve known Will longer from a face-to-face perspective than I’ve known Paul. We met Will and his wife in Mexico during one of our sojourns in Quintana Roo. Will had edited my poetry books. Like Paul, Will is a good person, a fact affirmed by my wife who is an astute judge of character. As an academic, Will is always engaged in writing and editing. Will is also a naturist in real life. He has his favourite naturist venue in his home state and is not shy about blending his passion for writing and naturism which has resulted in two incredible novels.
That said, what about me? Well, I am a writer, the old man of this group. I am a naturist and have my preferred naturist venue in my home province in Canada. Like all naturists, I take advantage of every moment where it is possible and practical to be nude. I am a writer and have a sizable collection of naturist and non-naturist work. Some of my writing is in French, however most of it is in English. And most important, my wife thinks I am a good person.
Like Will and Paul, our lives aren’t all about naturism and writing. To be a good writer, one needs to live life. There are more hours spent working, doing chores, interacting with other humans, and all the other things that fill any normal person’s life. Just to be clear, that doesn’t mean we are “normal” people though we tend to think we are, normal people who just like to be nude more than other normal people.
So what does my life look like when I’m not writing? Well, to anyone looking in, other than being shocked at likely seeing me nude, I would likely be seen as a somewhat boring person. I mow the lawn in the summer, and shovel snow off the sidewalk and driveway in the winter. I spend time with my family in their homes scattered too many hours from my home, and they return the favour coming to our place to visit the old folk, the grandparents. I go for walks around the town, or out into the countryside with my wife and my clothing on and wave to passing farmers on trucks or tractors. In other words, my life is not really much different from other people.
When with other people, the topic of conversation is typically about the weather, their respective businesses if they aren’t farmers, and about the crops if they are farmers. To be honest, the weather is a vital conversation item in agricultural country.