I don't just write my convictions.
I speak them also.
It took some time to work up the gumption to freely acknowledge my anti-theist stance in personal contact, but it's like all other first time "frights." Once you take the plunge, it gets easier. I still remember the first time this backward North Dakota ranch kid picked up a phone to make a call. I was literally sweating and trembling.
On December 30, I went a couple of miles to another old couple's home to clean their carpets. He was even older than I (84) and getting around with a cane. They were nice people, and I enjoyed doing the job for them.
In the middle of the job, he asked me if I was a church going person. Like many others, they want to build up the attendance of their little church located about half way back toward my house along AZ 260.
I didn't hem or haw or feel embarrassed. I just stated that I was a "devout atheist."
No argument, surprise or hosstility entered in, at least none I could detect. In fact, he asked me for cards to hand out to friends before I left and again made an overture for me to stop into their church if I ever had the urge to do so.
That, of course, just isn't going to happen. I have better uses for my time and the few dollars I have in my pocket.