Due to computer issues, I'm not sending or checking email. Actually, I haven't been checking my email for a little while now. So, if you've emailed and I haven't responded....this is why.
Something is majorly screwed up with my Norton and it tells me that the Auto-Protect drivers could not be loaded. Obviously, I'm not protected from viruses at this point, so I'm trying to really not do anything that could snag me one of those nasty little monsters.
Unless I already have one. Which I doubt (since I am very committed to updates), but anything is possible. I have uninstalled/reinstalled Norton so many times it's not even funny.
At this point, I'm working on getting at least one of my 3 systems in working order, but since *I* can't do it, it has to be sent off. I'll try to be back online as soon as I can. Emails can still be sent, as I can check them on the server when I manage to get away from the house. Just don't be disappointed when I can't get you a reply very quickly.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Press Release from ERWF Member Kay Derwydd
"Novel Visions" by Kay Derwydd
Available at Chippewa Publishing
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
Jonathon Cayle is a horror novelist visiting New Orleans for a two-week long book signing stint. Unhappy with his life back in Atlanta with his girlfriend, he is grateful to be able to explore his preference for men while he’s out of town. What he finds in New Orleans, however, is the last thing he ever expected.
**Excerpt**
He sat down on the bed, kicked his boots off, and draped his coat over the end of the bed to let it dry out. The stability of a regular mattress was a welcome relief. He was sick to death of Nadeen's obsession with waterbeds. He switched on the television to the news then began to undress. He only watched the news half-heartedly, feeling a bit out of the loop with the local bits, but he left it on as he went into the bathroom to fill the tub. He had an hour before Jess would be back and a nice soak in hot water would do him some good.
As he sank down into the steaming water, he felt calmness sweep over him. Now this was heaven. No Nadeen, no ringing phones, no socialite visitors; just himself, a hot tub, and the decadence of New Orleans right outside his window. With the soothing effects of the water, he was finally able to think about his next book.
He was in town to do the signings for The Hart Files, but he knew the plotline demanded another book. Rather, the main character demanded another book. Kain Hart: now there was a man to be reckoned with, and what better place to do a book signing for a vampire novel than New Orleans? Jonathon smiled and closed his eyes; if only Kain Hart were real. He chuckled quietly. If Nadeen knew he lusted after men, she would have a fucking heart attack. Jess knew, however, and she was constantly trying to set him up with some cute guy she knew.
Jonathon groaned at the thought of finally touching a man again. The last time he had was nearly a year ago, long before he started dating Nadeen. Within two weeks of the beginning of their relationship, she had made it clear she was not fond of gays and lesbians. Jonathon's heart collapsed in on itself that day, but he stayed with her; only the gods knew why.
As the steam wafted up around him and the tub, Jonathon felt himself drift off to sleep several times. If he had more time, he would give in. Every time he did, he was treated to a delicious dream of Kain Hart, his darkly sensual vampire from his latest novel. Oh, if only he were real. With a Kain Hart to keep him company, Jonathon would never return to Atlanta or Nadeen. He could not help but grin at the thought of the socialite bitch's reaction should that happen. So lost he was in his daydream of Kain, he did not hear the knock on his suite door until the person was nearly banging on it.
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http://chippewapublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=65&osCsid=39c41bcf9792a7e07f1c663e8c0f0712
"Novel Visions" by Kay Derwydd
Available at Chippewa Publishing
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
Jonathon Cayle is a horror novelist visiting New Orleans for a two-week long book signing stint. Unhappy with his life back in Atlanta with his girlfriend, he is grateful to be able to explore his preference for men while he’s out of town. What he finds in New Orleans, however, is the last thing he ever expected.
**Excerpt**
He sat down on the bed, kicked his boots off, and draped his coat over the end of the bed to let it dry out. The stability of a regular mattress was a welcome relief. He was sick to death of Nadeen's obsession with waterbeds. He switched on the television to the news then began to undress. He only watched the news half-heartedly, feeling a bit out of the loop with the local bits, but he left it on as he went into the bathroom to fill the tub. He had an hour before Jess would be back and a nice soak in hot water would do him some good.
As he sank down into the steaming water, he felt calmness sweep over him. Now this was heaven. No Nadeen, no ringing phones, no socialite visitors; just himself, a hot tub, and the decadence of New Orleans right outside his window. With the soothing effects of the water, he was finally able to think about his next book.
He was in town to do the signings for The Hart Files, but he knew the plotline demanded another book. Rather, the main character demanded another book. Kain Hart: now there was a man to be reckoned with, and what better place to do a book signing for a vampire novel than New Orleans? Jonathon smiled and closed his eyes; if only Kain Hart were real. He chuckled quietly. If Nadeen knew he lusted after men, she would have a fucking heart attack. Jess knew, however, and she was constantly trying to set him up with some cute guy she knew.
Jonathon groaned at the thought of finally touching a man again. The last time he had was nearly a year ago, long before he started dating Nadeen. Within two weeks of the beginning of their relationship, she had made it clear she was not fond of gays and lesbians. Jonathon's heart collapsed in on itself that day, but he stayed with her; only the gods knew why.
As the steam wafted up around him and the tub, Jonathon felt himself drift off to sleep several times. If he had more time, he would give in. Every time he did, he was treated to a delicious dream of Kain Hart, his darkly sensual vampire from his latest novel. Oh, if only he were real. With a Kain Hart to keep him company, Jonathon would never return to Atlanta or Nadeen. He could not help but grin at the thought of the socialite bitch's reaction should that happen. So lost he was in his daydream of Kain, he did not hear the knock on his suite door until the person was nearly banging on it.
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http://chippewapublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=65&osCsid=39c41bcf9792a7e07f1c663e8c0f0712
Monday, November 07, 2005
'Elfmeet' by Fiona Glass
Chippewa Publishing LLC
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
New and just released by Chippewa, this is a short fantasy tale about an elf who has grown up believing he is human. His life changes for good the day he runs away from home and meets a real elf in a village inn.
Extract:
As they reached the door, the landlord glanced up, and called out in alarm. "Hey, young 'un, don't you be going off with the likes of him. One of the fairies, he is, or as near as dammit, and you know what they say about folks what goes with the fairies."
"They say they never come back unchanged," Jon replied. "But that's all right, I'm not sure I want to stay the way I am." With that, he grasped Kes' hand more tightly and followed him out of the door.
The night was cool and clear. A new moon was rising over the village roofs and tiny snowflake stars dusted the sky. As they left the houses behind, the stars grew ever brighter until they filled Jon's sight, sparkling like jewels against the black cloth of the sky. He breathed deep. "They're beautiful," he said. "I never really stopped and looked at them before."
Kes smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Yes, they are beautiful. There are lots of beautiful things in this world that men never take the time to see."
Just past the last straggling buildings, he led Jon along a narrow path and into the woods. It was quiet in here with the deep silence of air that was rarely disturbed, and Jon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was magic in the air, and a faint, silvery music that tinkled in the breeze, and if he wasn't much mistaken, there were eyes amongst the leaves.
"Who are they?" he whispered, holding as close to Kes as he could.
"Just the rest of my tribe; don't worry, they will watch over us and bless our mating," Kes whispered back.
Jon found himself in a clearing full of white flowers and the longest, softest grass he had ever seen. The trees formed a circle; their branches raised high to give a clear view of the sky. The moon had vanished behind some wispy cloud but the stars were still there, larger and more brilliant than ever, forming a vast and glittering necklace around the world. He stood and stared in awe until Kes tugged and he tumbled down amongst the grass stems in a tangled heap of leggings and limbs and hair.
Chippewa Publishing LLC
http://www.chippewapublishing.com
$2.00
New and just released by Chippewa, this is a short fantasy tale about an elf who has grown up believing he is human. His life changes for good the day he runs away from home and meets a real elf in a village inn.
Extract:
As they reached the door, the landlord glanced up, and called out in alarm. "Hey, young 'un, don't you be going off with the likes of him. One of the fairies, he is, or as near as dammit, and you know what they say about folks what goes with the fairies."
"They say they never come back unchanged," Jon replied. "But that's all right, I'm not sure I want to stay the way I am." With that, he grasped Kes' hand more tightly and followed him out of the door.
The night was cool and clear. A new moon was rising over the village roofs and tiny snowflake stars dusted the sky. As they left the houses behind, the stars grew ever brighter until they filled Jon's sight, sparkling like jewels against the black cloth of the sky. He breathed deep. "They're beautiful," he said. "I never really stopped and looked at them before."
Kes smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Yes, they are beautiful. There are lots of beautiful things in this world that men never take the time to see."
Just past the last straggling buildings, he led Jon along a narrow path and into the woods. It was quiet in here with the deep silence of air that was rarely disturbed, and Jon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was magic in the air, and a faint, silvery music that tinkled in the breeze, and if he wasn't much mistaken, there were eyes amongst the leaves.
"Who are they?" he whispered, holding as close to Kes as he could.
"Just the rest of my tribe; don't worry, they will watch over us and bless our mating," Kes whispered back.
Jon found himself in a clearing full of white flowers and the longest, softest grass he had ever seen. The trees formed a circle; their branches raised high to give a clear view of the sky. The moon had vanished behind some wispy cloud but the stars were still there, larger and more brilliant than ever, forming a vast and glittering necklace around the world. He stood and stared in awe until Kes tugged and he tumbled down amongst the grass stems in a tangled heap of leggings and limbs and hair.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
A little less promo, but a lot more bitchy.
Posted a new chapter of Target a few days ago. While I don't know how many people have read the chapter, I do know how many have accessed it on my website. Out of over 1200 readers (that I know of) and 200+ hits.......how many comments? 4.
Yep. That's me. Tracking whore.
Quite a few have stopped reading the story. I do understand that. It's not for everyone ... and honestly, that doesn't bother me.
What does bother me, is the total lack of comment. Everyone always wants to know: "where are the guys?", "when are you posting the next chapter", "it's been so loooong, I'm anxious for the....".
You get the point.
Comments could be as simple as: "Thanks for the chapter", "Gee, that chapter sucked and I'm not reading anymore (see, that's still a fucking comment)", "damn, you did this because?", "I don't like it", "I love it....".
Again, you get the point. Right?
I've toyed with the idea of pulling my chapter postings all together. Not just of Target, but of all of my vampire stuff and short stories. Hell, I've even thought of doing away with my entire Yahoo group.
I mean, really, if no one can manage to take the time to post, then why should I take the time to keep it maintained when I could be writing?
*wanders off to contemplate...*
(FYI: There are a few of you who breeze by this journal who are personal friends....know that I'm *not* talking about you guys!)
Posted a new chapter of Target a few days ago. While I don't know how many people have read the chapter, I do know how many have accessed it on my website. Out of over 1200 readers (that I know of) and 200+ hits.......how many comments? 4.
Yep. That's me. Tracking whore.
Quite a few have stopped reading the story. I do understand that. It's not for everyone ... and honestly, that doesn't bother me.
What does bother me, is the total lack of comment. Everyone always wants to know: "where are the guys?", "when are you posting the next chapter", "it's been so loooong, I'm anxious for the....".
You get the point.
Here lately though, chapter posted= silence.
Again, you get the point. Right?
I've toyed with the idea of pulling my chapter postings all together. Not just of Target, but of all of my vampire stuff and short stories. Hell, I've even thought of doing away with my entire Yahoo group.
I mean, really, if no one can manage to take the time to post, then why should I take the time to keep it maintained when I could be writing?
*wanders off to contemplate...*
(FYI: There are a few of you who breeze by this journal who are personal friends....know that I'm *not* talking about you guys!)
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
X-posted from my Yahoo group. I know some of you have NO clue as to what I'm talking about regarding messages and such, but I'm too lazy/hurried/tired to make out something else. Catch you all when I get back....I hope :-)
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As some of you may know, I live in South Texas. Right on the Gulf Coast to be exact. The storm track, as it stands now, is heading right toward us. Direct hit, if it maintains that track. Never know with these damned hurricanes, though. It could wobble in any number of directions before it decides which way it wants to go.
Right now, we're under a mandatory evacuation order, so I'm going to be signing off for a few days (hopefully that'll be all). I may or may not have limited internet access where we're headed. Feel free to email (as I have an unlimited capacity server for my email), but please don't expect a response before Monday 09/26/05 at the earliest.
As most of you know, all new member posts are moderated -- which is to decrease spammer activity. I will not be able to ok them until I get back online. So don't be discouraged or think that your post might have been deleted. I will get to those as soon as I can. There are some of you that I *know* aren't spammers, but I just haven't had the time to go in and reset your accounts. I'll get to these ASAP as well.
Also, as I think I have mentioned before, there is a forum on my website now. http://www.jourdanlane.com/discuss . Feel absolutely free to go over there, read the threads or even start new ones. Just be civil until I get back :-)
The group has had a restricted membership for a while now. I am opening that up until I return.
Um....I think that's it for now. Everyone else in Texas......and in the southwestern parts of Louisiana (as I think they have watches all the way to Cameron)............please be safe!
HUGS!!
Tracy
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As some of you may know, I live in South Texas. Right on the Gulf Coast to be exact. The storm track, as it stands now, is heading right toward us. Direct hit, if it maintains that track. Never know with these damned hurricanes, though. It could wobble in any number of directions before it decides which way it wants to go.
Right now, we're under a mandatory evacuation order, so I'm going to be signing off for a few days (hopefully that'll be all). I may or may not have limited internet access where we're headed. Feel free to email (as I have an unlimited capacity server for my email), but please don't expect a response before Monday 09/26/05 at the earliest.
As most of you know, all new member posts are moderated -- which is to decrease spammer activity. I will not be able to ok them until I get back online. So don't be discouraged or think that your post might have been deleted. I will get to those as soon as I can. There are some of you that I *know* aren't spammers, but I just haven't had the time to go in and reset your accounts. I'll get to these ASAP as well.
Also, as I think I have mentioned before, there is a forum on my website now. http://www.jourdanlane.com/discuss . Feel absolutely free to go over there, read the threads or even start new ones. Just be civil until I get back :-)
The group has had a restricted membership for a while now. I am opening that up until I return.
Um....I think that's it for now. Everyone else in Texas......and in the southwestern parts of Louisiana (as I think they have watches all the way to Cameron)............please be safe!
HUGS!!
Tracy
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Cowboy Up!
In May, I had a short story titled, "Surrender" accepted to be in Cowboy Up, an anthology edited by Rob Knight over at TorquerePress.com. The anthology came out today and is now available for purchase. I just LOVED the cover!!
Also, I had the opportunity to be one of the featured authors over at Torquere press this month. Very, very cool!!
This month also marks the second anniversary of Torquere Press. These guys have done nothing but get better in the past two years and, if I do say so myself, they've got some of the best authors in e-publishing!
But wait, they're not just e-publishing anymore. Three of their best-selling titles are now available in print!
- Bareback by Chris Owen
- Three Day Passes by Sean Michael
- Jumping into Things by Julia Talbot
I can honestly say that while I love all 3? Bareback is my all-time favorite. Oh, and while you're browsing around over at Torquere Press...take a look at these:
- The Long Road Home by BA Tortuga
- Gemini by Chris Owen
Both truly wonderful stories!! So...hop on over to Torquere Press: http://www.torquerepress.com/ and have a look around. I promise you will NOT be disappointed!!
A Rumor Of Angels...
Ok, new story that I'm working on and researching for. Yes, another one :-)
Demons are finding their way out of Hell, wreaking havoc on earth and trying to find their way into Heaven. Zephyr and his team of Warrior Angels has been sent to find the portal and send the demons straight back to Hell.
There's only one problem. One of the demons that escaped the fiery depths of Hell -- was never supposed to be there. In fact, Eluriel isn't a demon at all.
When Zephyr and Eluriel meet, sparks fly -- and it isn't just in battle.
Demons are finding their way out of Hell, wreaking havoc on earth and trying to find their way into Heaven. Zephyr and his team of Warrior Angels has been sent to find the portal and send the demons straight back to Hell.
There's only one problem. One of the demons that escaped the fiery depths of Hell -- was never supposed to be there. In fact, Eluriel isn't a demon at all.
When Zephyr and Eluriel meet, sparks fly -- and it isn't just in battle.
Ok, so I suck at blurby things...but that's the very, very small gist of the story. This will be my first "fantasy" type story, so we'll see if I can actually pull it off. I'm already looking forward to it and have a few character images that fit perfectly with Zephyr. Find them HERE and HERE.
Isn't he gorgeous?!
OMG! *is shameful at lack of updating*
Even though I keep saying I'll get better and post more often, I just seem to get busier. Heh, maybe I should say I'm not going to post at all...then maybe I won't be as busy.
Damned Karma. Never know how to fool her.
Anyway, as I said, things have been incredibly busy here.
Family stuff.
Writing.
More family stuff.
More writing....hey, more on the writing in a bit :-)
Even though I keep saying I'll get better and post more often, I just seem to get busier. Heh, maybe I should say I'm not going to post at all...then maybe I won't be as busy.
Damned Karma. Never know how to fool her.
Anyway, as I said, things have been incredibly busy here.
Family stuff.
Writing.
More family stuff.
More writing....hey, more on the writing in a bit :-)
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
I'm putting the call out here for a little bit of help. If you're interested...great. If you're not...that's fine too.
This is for a vampire novel that I'm going to be submitting to a publisher in the very near future. It's still not complete, but it's getting there rather quickly. Better to be ahead of the game and get this part out of the way. When will all of this start? Not for another 2 or 3 weeks.
Beta Readers...
Now, before everyone emails me and says, "I want to beta read/edit...", I do have some requirements. One, is that you agree not to discuss any part of the story with anyone other than me. No posting of excerpts or little details on any sites -- yours or anyone else's. Two, is that you can't bug me and ask me when new chapters will be sent out. :-)
1) You absolutely must comment with something other than, "this was good" or "I liked it". What I want is your honest opinion and if something doesn't make sense or is contradicted from one chapter to another, I need to know. Plot holes? You bet I need to know about that one...although this one should be simple and pretty straight forward. You cannot be afraid to speak up and tell me what you think. If you don't like something...please let me know why.
2) This book does have sex, so if that bothers you in any way....maybe reading isn't for you.
3) If you can't handle blood...then again, reading is probably not for you.
4) I'm only taking a limited number of readers, so when I say that I'm full up on readers, that's it. If you sign on to read and real life and other commitments get in the way, preventing you from doing so -- Please, just let me know.
As for Editors...
I'm looking for one, maybe two Editors. Two, because sometimes one will catch what another might miss. It's essential that you have a strong background in English and that you have a very firm knowledge in sentence structure, punctuation, grammar, etc. I'll send anyone who is interested the first chapter of the story for edits. The changes made will depend on who gets to stick around.
I use the WORD commenting/track changes system for editing. It would prefer that you are familiar with the system and that you aren't afraid to use it :-)
The things that need the most attention:
1) Grammar
2) Punctuation
3) Word Usage
4) Active vs. Passive voice
5) Continuity
Damn, reading that makes me sound like a harsh, demanding bitch. I'm not. I'm just trying to be picky enough NOW, so there are no surprises later if/when I need to ask questions or for advice.
If you've gotten this far and are still interested and/or have questions, just email me directly at vampire@jourdanlane.com.
Thanks in advance!
This is for a vampire novel that I'm going to be submitting to a publisher in the very near future. It's still not complete, but it's getting there rather quickly. Better to be ahead of the game and get this part out of the way. When will all of this start? Not for another 2 or 3 weeks.
Beta Readers...
Now, before everyone emails me and says, "I want to beta read/edit...", I do have some requirements. One, is that you agree not to discuss any part of the story with anyone other than me. No posting of excerpts or little details on any sites -- yours or anyone else's. Two, is that you can't bug me and ask me when new chapters will be sent out. :-)
1) You absolutely must comment with something other than, "this was good" or "I liked it". What I want is your honest opinion and if something doesn't make sense or is contradicted from one chapter to another, I need to know. Plot holes? You bet I need to know about that one...although this one should be simple and pretty straight forward. You cannot be afraid to speak up and tell me what you think. If you don't like something...please let me know why.
2) This book does have sex, so if that bothers you in any way....maybe reading isn't for you.
3) If you can't handle blood...then again, reading is probably not for you.
4) I'm only taking a limited number of readers, so when I say that I'm full up on readers, that's it. If you sign on to read and real life and other commitments get in the way, preventing you from doing so -- Please, just let me know.
As for Editors...
I'm looking for one, maybe two Editors. Two, because sometimes one will catch what another might miss. It's essential that you have a strong background in English and that you have a very firm knowledge in sentence structure, punctuation, grammar, etc. I'll send anyone who is interested the first chapter of the story for edits. The changes made will depend on who gets to stick around.
I use the WORD commenting/track changes system for editing. It would prefer that you are familiar with the system and that you aren't afraid to use it :-)
The things that need the most attention:
1) Grammar
2) Punctuation
3) Word Usage
4) Active vs. Passive voice
5) Continuity
Damn, reading that makes me sound like a harsh, demanding bitch. I'm not. I'm just trying to be picky enough NOW, so there are no surprises later if/when I need to ask questions or for advice.
If you've gotten this far and are still interested and/or have questions, just email me directly at vampire@jourdanlane.com.
Thanks in advance!
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
New Release from Ally Blue
Title: Forgotten Song
Genre: Contemporary, Non-traditional sexualities
Author: Ally Blue
Author URL: http://www.allyblue.com/
Release date: "soon"
Publisher: Loose Id
Publisher URL: http://www.loose-id.com/
**Excerpt**
The sun was in my eyes when I woke the next morning. I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to remember why the hell I was on the floor. Then I heard the toilet flush, and everything came back. I sat up just as the bathroom door opened.
"Hi," I said as Eric shuffled back to the bed and plopped down. "How are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Little bit of a headache, but it’s not too bad. I look like I got hit by a train though."
I grinned. He did look banged up. A big, ugly black and purple bruise spread from under the bandage on the left side of his forehead to cover part of his cheek, and his eye was swollen. The blood on the bandage had dried to a deep reddish brown.
"That is a nasty bruise, isn’t it? But at least the cut’s stopped bleeding."
He nodded. "Yeah. Hey, Ben, would it be okay if I use your shower?"
"Oh, sure, there’s clean towels in there on the shelf."
"Thanks." He stood and stretched and my brain promptly stopped working. Jesus, his body was perfect.
Okay, nearly perfect.
I got a better look at the scars this time, and my mouth went dry. A long, thin pink line, obviously from some kind of surgery, started just under his ribs and ran down the middle of his abdomen until it disappeared under the edge of his underwear. Several small round scars dotted his belly, and one larger than the rest puckered the skin on one side of his ribcage. But the one that caught the eye cut a long, wide, jagged path halfway across his stomach. I couldn’t even imagine what could’ve made a scar like that, or the amount of pain that must’ve gone with it.
"Did you get a good enough look?"
Eric’s voice dripped with anger, and I realized I was staring. "Shit, I’m sorry."
"Yeah, well. Not too pretty, are they?"
I looked up at his face and caught a glimpse of a hurt so deep that it made me ache to see it. Then the tough-guy mask was back in place and the pain was gone like it had never been there. I knew what I’d seen, though, and I swore to myself right then to help him heal whatever wounds he still had.
"What happened?" I didn’t really expect an answer, but I had to ask. He sat staring at the floor for a while, twisting his fingers together.
"Got jumped by five guys," he said finally. "The big scar there is where one of them cut me open with a butcher knife. Most of the rest are from surgeries and stuff. I was in the hospital for six weeks. That was nine months ago."
He broke off and rubbed both hands over his face, as if he was trying to scrub away the memory. He sat back down on the bed, leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his palms. He looked so lost right then, all I wanted to do was comfort him. I stood up and went over to sit down beside him. He didn’t move. I touched his shoulder and he jumped, but stayed put.
"That explains a lot. I’m sorry. It must’ve been awful."
He turned his head and stared at me with hope and suspicion fighting for territory on his face. "Yeah, it was. But I don’t want to talk about it."
I nodded. "Sure."
My hand still rested on his shoulder. I wanted to run my palm down his bare back and trace my fingers up his spine. Nothing good could come of that, though, so I restrained myself. Instead, I moved to touch a starburst of white scar tissue on his collarbone. It looked older than the other scars.
"What’s this one from?"
He looked startled, then his face went perfectly blank. "Accident. When I was a kid. I’m gonna shower now, if that’s okay?"
"Sure, go ahead." He got up without a word, strode into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. I heard the click of the lock being turned.
"Fuck, was it something I said?" I muttered to myself.
I sat down in my only chair and thought while the shower ran. Eric had told me a little about himself, sure, but I still didn’t know much. Hell, I didn’t even know his last name. All I knew for sure was that he was from Alabama, and that something horrible had happened to him. The attack he’d survived couldn’t be the whole story. There had to be something else, something that terrified him to the point that he ran away with nothing but the clothes on his back.
He was a man with secrets, and I wanted to know what they were.
Genre: Contemporary, Non-traditional sexualities
Author: Ally Blue
Author URL: http://www.allyblue.com/
Release date: "soon"
Publisher: Loose Id
Publisher URL: http://www.loose-id.com/
**Excerpt**
The sun was in my eyes when I woke the next morning. I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to remember why the hell I was on the floor. Then I heard the toilet flush, and everything came back. I sat up just as the bathroom door opened.
"Hi," I said as Eric shuffled back to the bed and plopped down. "How are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Little bit of a headache, but it’s not too bad. I look like I got hit by a train though."
I grinned. He did look banged up. A big, ugly black and purple bruise spread from under the bandage on the left side of his forehead to cover part of his cheek, and his eye was swollen. The blood on the bandage had dried to a deep reddish brown.
"That is a nasty bruise, isn’t it? But at least the cut’s stopped bleeding."
He nodded. "Yeah. Hey, Ben, would it be okay if I use your shower?"
"Oh, sure, there’s clean towels in there on the shelf."
"Thanks." He stood and stretched and my brain promptly stopped working. Jesus, his body was perfect.
Okay, nearly perfect.
I got a better look at the scars this time, and my mouth went dry. A long, thin pink line, obviously from some kind of surgery, started just under his ribs and ran down the middle of his abdomen until it disappeared under the edge of his underwear. Several small round scars dotted his belly, and one larger than the rest puckered the skin on one side of his ribcage. But the one that caught the eye cut a long, wide, jagged path halfway across his stomach. I couldn’t even imagine what could’ve made a scar like that, or the amount of pain that must’ve gone with it.
"Did you get a good enough look?"
Eric’s voice dripped with anger, and I realized I was staring. "Shit, I’m sorry."
"Yeah, well. Not too pretty, are they?"
I looked up at his face and caught a glimpse of a hurt so deep that it made me ache to see it. Then the tough-guy mask was back in place and the pain was gone like it had never been there. I knew what I’d seen, though, and I swore to myself right then to help him heal whatever wounds he still had.
"What happened?" I didn’t really expect an answer, but I had to ask. He sat staring at the floor for a while, twisting his fingers together.
"Got jumped by five guys," he said finally. "The big scar there is where one of them cut me open with a butcher knife. Most of the rest are from surgeries and stuff. I was in the hospital for six weeks. That was nine months ago."
He broke off and rubbed both hands over his face, as if he was trying to scrub away the memory. He sat back down on the bed, leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his palms. He looked so lost right then, all I wanted to do was comfort him. I stood up and went over to sit down beside him. He didn’t move. I touched his shoulder and he jumped, but stayed put.
"That explains a lot. I’m sorry. It must’ve been awful."
He turned his head and stared at me with hope and suspicion fighting for territory on his face. "Yeah, it was. But I don’t want to talk about it."
I nodded. "Sure."
My hand still rested on his shoulder. I wanted to run my palm down his bare back and trace my fingers up his spine. Nothing good could come of that, though, so I restrained myself. Instead, I moved to touch a starburst of white scar tissue on his collarbone. It looked older than the other scars.
"What’s this one from?"
He looked startled, then his face went perfectly blank. "Accident. When I was a kid. I’m gonna shower now, if that’s okay?"
"Sure, go ahead." He got up without a word, strode into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. I heard the click of the lock being turned.
"Fuck, was it something I said?" I muttered to myself.
I sat down in my only chair and thought while the shower ran. Eric had told me a little about himself, sure, but I still didn’t know much. Hell, I didn’t even know his last name. All I knew for sure was that he was from Alabama, and that something horrible had happened to him. The attack he’d survived couldn’t be the whole story. There had to be something else, something that terrified him to the point that he ran away with nothing but the clothes on his back.
He was a man with secrets, and I wanted to know what they were.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Research help needed...
What for?
A book, of course.
Subject of research?
Glass-blowing.
Glass-blowing is something I've always wanted to learn, but have never found any classes in/near my area. So, what do I do? I decide to write a book where it's the main character's specialty.
The only problem with this is that I don't have a clue as to what sort of equipment is needed to set up a small studio or even what the basic process of creating an item is. Everytime I go online to do research about it, I get led in 100 different directions...from blown glass for sale to blown glass dildos. I have yet to find anything useful at this point.
Although...a deco dildo would be a nice paperweight.
*crickets*
Anyway, it's not something I need right away. Within the next couple of months, maybe.
So if you have any knowledge of glass-blowing at all...including pics...I'd LOVE the help. I can't pay with anything other than my love and adoration and a thank you in the foreward and a copy of the book (if you want it) when/if published.
But that's something...right?
If interested, email me at: glass@jourdanlane.com
A book, of course.
Subject of research?
Glass-blowing.
Glass-blowing is something I've always wanted to learn, but have never found any classes in/near my area. So, what do I do? I decide to write a book where it's the main character's specialty.
The only problem with this is that I don't have a clue as to what sort of equipment is needed to set up a small studio or even what the basic process of creating an item is. Everytime I go online to do research about it, I get led in 100 different directions...from blown glass for sale to blown glass dildos. I have yet to find anything useful at this point.
Although...a deco dildo would be a nice paperweight.
*crickets*
Anyway, it's not something I need right away. Within the next couple of months, maybe.
So if you have any knowledge of glass-blowing at all...including pics...I'd LOVE the help. I can't pay with anything other than my love and adoration and a thank you in the foreward and a copy of the book (if you want it) when/if published.
But that's something...right?
If interested, email me at: glass@jourdanlane.com
Saturday, June 11, 2005
ERWF Press Release from Member Fiona Glass
Want the chance to win a $20 cash prize, *and* read a good book? Then why not pop along to Fiona's website ( http://www.tavaran.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/fionaglass/news.htm ) for details of the free treasure-hunt competition she's running to coincide with the launch of her e-book from Torquere Press? 'One Degree of Separation' is a collection of eight poignant gay love stories featuring men from all walks of life - journalists and gypsies, humans, vampires and aliens, even a prisoner or two - all of whom have fallen in love.
All you need to do is answer the five simple questions on the site, email your answers to Fiona by 15 June 2005 and all correct entries received by that date will be entered into a prize draw, the winner to receive a $20 cash prize!
Of course there's always a catch and in this case you need to have read the book before you can answer the questions. But as it's available from Torquere Press ( http://www.torquerepress.com ) for only $4.95, and as it's a really great read, that doesn't seem like too much of a hardship!
Good luck, have fun, and no cheating!
Want the chance to win a $20 cash prize, *and* read a good book? Then why not pop along to Fiona's website ( http://www.tavaran.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/fionaglass/news.htm ) for details of the free treasure-hunt competition she's running to coincide with the launch of her e-book from Torquere Press? 'One Degree of Separation' is a collection of eight poignant gay love stories featuring men from all walks of life - journalists and gypsies, humans, vampires and aliens, even a prisoner or two - all of whom have fallen in love.
All you need to do is answer the five simple questions on the site, email your answers to Fiona by 15 June 2005 and all correct entries received by that date will be entered into a prize draw, the winner to receive a $20 cash prize!
Of course there's always a catch
Good luck, have fun, and no cheating!
Thursday, June 09, 2005
ERWF Press Release from Member Julia Talbot
Author Julia Talbot's greatest passions run to food, hats, history and cowboys. Two of the four are represented in her new releases for June 2005. From Torquere Press comes a Screwdriver imprint novel titled Post Obsessions, a Georgian era tale of lust and need that begins with a series of steamy letters and ends with an abiding love. Something about powdered wigs and tight pants makes that era one to really sink your erotic sweet tooth into. Maybe it's the intrigue. Or maybe it just feeds the men who aren't afraid to wear make-up fetish.
The cowboy obsession comes out in short story featured in Rode Hard and Put Away Wet, an anthology of lesbian cowboy tales from Suspect Thoughts Press. Edited by Rakelle Valencia and Sacchi Green, the anthology is sure to please anyone who likes their women rough and tough and unafraid of hard work. Julia's story, titled Sweethearts of the Rodeo, is all about vicious competition in the world of a rodeo princess.
Both books have scheduled release dates of June 15, 2005. Post Obsessions will be available in ebook format for $2.99. Rode Hard will come out in trade paperback for $16.95. Help Julia feed the food and hat collections and check them out!
Author Julia Talbot's greatest passions run to food, hats, history and cowboys. Two of the four are represented in her new releases for June 2005. From Torquere Press comes a Screwdriver imprint novel titled Post Obsessions, a Georgian era tale of lust and need that begins with a series of steamy letters and ends with an abiding love. Something about powdered wigs and tight pants makes that era one to really sink your erotic sweet tooth into. Maybe it's the intrigue. Or maybe it just feeds the men who aren't afraid to wear make-up fetish.
The cowboy obsession comes out in short story featured in Rode Hard and Put Away Wet, an anthology of lesbian cowboy tales from Suspect Thoughts Press. Edited by Rakelle Valencia and Sacchi Green, the anthology is sure to please anyone who likes their women rough and tough and unafraid of hard work. Julia's story, titled Sweethearts of the Rodeo, is all about vicious competition in the world of a rodeo princess.
Both books have scheduled release dates of June 15, 2005. Post Obsessions will be available in ebook format for $2.99. Rode Hard will come out in trade paperback for $16.95. Help Julia feed the food and hat collections and check them out!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
ERWF PRESS RELEASE
‘Dark Erotica’ is not a phrase that immediately makes a lot of sense. After all erotica is ‘come hither’ and dark implies ‘run, run for your lives!’ However on some strange and visceral level there is a peculiar similarity between lust and fear, And there is no doubt that a blending of the two is easily found from the ‘holy dread’ described in the classic poem ‘Kubla Khan’ to Anita Blake’s love triangle with a werewolf and a vampire lord.
Logical Lust, an e-publisher of diverse erotica, is the last to mine this rich seam. ‘Eternally Noir’ is a dark erotica anthology including sixteen stories including a startling variety of ideas and sexualities. The stories range from openly amusing to genuinely spooky and are, in my entirely biased opinion, well worth the $3.95: http://www.eternallyerotic.com/eternallynoir.html
‘Dark Erotica’ is not a phrase that immediately makes a lot of sense. After all erotica is ‘come hither’ and dark implies ‘run, run for your lives!’ However on some strange and visceral level there is a peculiar similarity between lust and fear, And there is no doubt that a blending of the two is easily found from the ‘holy dread’ described in the classic poem ‘Kubla Khan’ to Anita Blake’s love triangle with a werewolf and a vampire lord.
Logical Lust, an e-publisher of diverse erotica, is the last to mine this rich seam. ‘Eternally Noir’ is a dark erotica anthology including sixteen stories including a startling variety of ideas and sexualities. The stories range from openly amusing to genuinely spooky and are, in my entirely biased opinion, well worth the $3.95: http://www.eternallyerotic.com/eternallynoir.html
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Damn, this past weekend seemed long. Nice, but long. I guess mainly because the hubby had a good 4 days off, then came home from work early yesterday. Kind of seems like the good old times when he worked shift work and had those 7-off stretches.
The kids wanted to go pick up shells and play in the water, so we ended up trekking to the beach (if you wan to call it that) on Saturday afternoon. It's a very small, secluded spot about 3 miles from here. There's hardly any sand and it's filled with mostly oyster shell and other tiny little shells that wash in with the tide. But occasionally you can find some nice sand dollars and sea glass. And you don't have to deal with all of the people that swarm to the Gulf Coast on long, hot weekends.
Not much else to say really, right now. Getting a headache, so my brain's trying to misfire.
Oh yes, before I forget.
My email was down Thursday and Friday (May 25th and 26th).
Actually, the hosting company I use had a massive power failure and didn't have emergency power generators (they do now...go figure). Any email sent to my personal email address, or any other "jourdanlane.com" address, wasn't retained in the queue to be sent when everything came back up. Which means, it was lost in the black hole of the internet.
Hey M, that's what I get for telling you that it was more stable than the rest!
*smirks*
Anyway, just wanted you all to be aware.
The kids wanted to go pick up shells and play in the water, so we ended up trekking to the beach (if you wan to call it that) on Saturday afternoon. It's a very small, secluded spot about 3 miles from here. There's hardly any sand and it's filled with mostly oyster shell and other tiny little shells that wash in with the tide. But occasionally you can find some nice sand dollars and sea glass. And you don't have to deal with all of the people that swarm to the Gulf Coast on long, hot weekends.
Not much else to say really, right now. Getting a headache, so my brain's trying to misfire.
Oh yes, before I forget.
My email was down Thursday and Friday (May 25th and 26th).
Actually, the hosting company I use had a massive power failure and didn't have emergency power generators (they do now...go figure). Any email sent to my personal email address, or any other "jourdanlane.com" address, wasn't retained in the queue to be sent when everything came back up. Which means, it was lost in the black hole of the internet.
Hey M, that's what I get for telling you that it was more stable than the rest!
*smirks*
Anyway, just wanted you all to be aware.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
The problem? Writer's block.
The solution? Music!!
I've always written with music going in the background. Every book has it's music and every book's music has been different. When we moved into the MIL's house, I've felt it was a bit rude to sit around with headphones on all of the time.
Now, since I've figured out that music has been what's missing and blocking my writing, I really don't care how it seems. She can talk about how rude it is all she wants...I won't be able to hear her :-)
Target has ended up with several different types of music, but we (the characters and I) have ended up on an Enrique Iglesias kick for the finish.
Soul Mates (the vampire novel) has ended up with The Crystal Method. I can't tell you how it helped me to capture the club scene in the beginning. If anyone has any high-energy, gritty, edgy mixes to recommend...I'd REALLY appreciate it! I've got 6 weeks to finish the novel and I know I'm going to get tired of TCM by then.
A song that I fell totally in love with recently was "Over and Over" by Nelly & Tim McGraw. I love the beat/feel of it and it's the perfect sex music. In my "writing sex" folder I've really only got: Sarah McLachlan and Enya. I'm looking for more things like "Over and Over" so I can get a different tone for some of my scenes.
Any other recommendations??
The solution? Music!!
I've always written with music going in the background. Every book has it's music and every book's music has been different. When we moved into the MIL's house, I've felt it was a bit rude to sit around with headphones on all of the time.
Now, since I've figured out that music has been what's missing and blocking my writing, I really don't care how it seems. She can talk about how rude it is all she wants...I won't be able to hear her :-)
Target has ended up with several different types of music, but we (the characters and I) have ended up on an Enrique Iglesias kick for the finish.
Soul Mates (the vampire novel) has ended up with The Crystal Method. I can't tell you how it helped me to capture the club scene in the beginning. If anyone has any high-energy, gritty, edgy mixes to recommend...I'd REALLY appreciate it! I've got 6 weeks to finish the novel and I know I'm going to get tired of TCM by then.
A song that I fell totally in love with recently was "Over and Over" by Nelly & Tim McGraw. I love the beat/feel of it and it's the perfect sex music. In my "writing sex" folder I've really only got: Sarah McLachlan and Enya. I'm looking for more things like "Over and Over" so I can get a different tone for some of my scenes.
Any other recommendations??
Sunday, April 03, 2005
This is getting old...
We've been living here with the MIL since February 15th...and I've been sick the entire time we've been here.
Seriously.
I think there have been 2 days that I've actually felt like it was ok to be alive. The worst thing...is that I know what's making me sick.
It's this little creature right here:
No, that's not her (because I'm too lazy to go find my cell phone and take a pic) but it's damn near identical. The only thing, is that I think my MIL's has more hair.
In the short amount of time in living here, I've sort of developed a love/hate type relationship with this cat. She's sweet and lovable, but...
Here's what I've grown to hate:
Seriously.
I think there have been 2 days that I've actually felt like it was ok to be alive. The worst thing...is that I know what's making me sick.
It's this little creature right here:
No, that's not her (because I'm too lazy to go find my cell phone and take a pic) but it's damn near identical. The only thing, is that I think my MIL's has more hair.
In the short amount of time in living here, I've sort of developed a love/hate type relationship with this cat. She's sweet and lovable, but...
Here's what I've grown to hate:
- Not being able to breathe.
- Coughing, sneezing, wheezing, and being totally and completely miserable for 24 hours a day.
- That I find cat hairs floating through the air over the stove while I'm cooking.
- Taking a bite of food, only to realize that I've just ingested a cat hair.
- Stepping in cat puke made of hair and....something else unidentifiable.
- That she seems to know I'm allergic to her, and suddenly her favorite place to sleep during the day is on MY pillow!
- That no matter how much I vaccuum, I can't sit on any piece of living room furniture without coming away covered in long, white cat hair. ICK!
- The way she follows me around, wanting me to pick her up and hold her, giving me these sad fucking eyes when I start sneezing and have to go blow my nose.
This shit is getting mighty old!
*wanders off to go vacuum her pillow and to contemplate shaving the cat*
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
What's Your Dragon?
Not too long ago, I joined a writer's forum. Great forum and all, but there's this one thread called, "time waster" that caught my eye. I really wish it hadn't, but it's too late to go back now.
Instead of writing, emailing, and working on that damned list from the other day, I'm finding out what my inner dragon is.
Oh shut up and stop laughing -- You KNOW you want to know what yours is!
So...don't make me feel like I'm the only person in the world (well, besides the other writers in that forum, lol) wasting time!
What's YOUR inner dragon? Find out HERE!
Dragon of Fate
In the war between good and evil, a Dragon of Fate tends to walk the fine line of Neutrality.
When it comes to the powers of Chaos vs. those of Law and Order, your inner dragon walks a fine line between Law and Chaos.
As far as magical tendancies, Your inner dragon has the ability to conquer the world of magic, but it will not be easy.
During combat situations, the Dragon of Fate shows a preference for the rending and slashing of Hand to Hand combat.
Dragon Description:
Dragons of Fate are a very rare breed of Dragon. They are seldom seen, but when they are they appear to be nothing more than a wisp of smoke, though occasionally one will view the sharp, silver talons that characterize this breed.
They will often appear at key moments in human history, but generally just as observers as they do not like to interfere in the natural course of human events. There are occasions however where they will use their powers, but only in the direst of circumstances when the balance of the universe is threatened.
When the balance is threatened they will retreat to a plane of existence where they can see each and every strand of life in the universe. They will isolate a particular strand or strands and either change that strands course, or in very rare occasions, cut the strand out of the web, which is why they need the sharp talons.
Though no one has ever seen this plane, the rumors are that the pattern of life is so beautiful that if one were to gaze upon it they would lose all sense of themselves and simply cease to exist. It is for this reason that Dragons of Fate have to be very cold and objective, for only they can gaze upon this web and not be awed by its beauty.
This Dragons favorite elements are: Objectivity, Balance and Free Will
Oddly enough, I think my dragon fits me rather well. Scary!
Instead of writing, emailing, and working on that damned list from the other day, I'm finding out what my inner dragon is.
Oh shut up and stop laughing -- You KNOW you want to know what yours is!
So...don't make me feel like I'm the only person in the world (well, besides the other writers in that forum, lol) wasting time!
What's YOUR inner dragon? Find out HERE!
Dragon of Fate
In the war between good and evil, a Dragon of Fate tends to walk the fine line of Neutrality.
When it comes to the powers of Chaos vs. those of Law and Order, your inner dragon walks a fine line between Law and Chaos.
As far as magical tendancies, Your inner dragon has the ability to conquer the world of magic, but it will not be easy.
During combat situations, the Dragon of Fate shows a preference for the rending and slashing of Hand to Hand combat.
Dragon Description:
Dragons of Fate are a very rare breed of Dragon. They are seldom seen, but when they are they appear to be nothing more than a wisp of smoke, though occasionally one will view the sharp, silver talons that characterize this breed.
They will often appear at key moments in human history, but generally just as observers as they do not like to interfere in the natural course of human events. There are occasions however where they will use their powers, but only in the direst of circumstances when the balance of the universe is threatened.
When the balance is threatened they will retreat to a plane of existence where they can see each and every strand of life in the universe. They will isolate a particular strand or strands and either change that strands course, or in very rare occasions, cut the strand out of the web, which is why they need the sharp talons.
Though no one has ever seen this plane, the rumors are that the pattern of life is so beautiful that if one were to gaze upon it they would lose all sense of themselves and simply cease to exist. It is for this reason that Dragons of Fate have to be very cold and objective, for only they can gaze upon this web and not be awed by its beauty.
This Dragons favorite elements are: Objectivity, Balance and Free Will
Oddly enough, I think my dragon fits me rather well. Scary!
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Deadline pays off...
Or at least one of them has (technically, not literally). Yesterday, I received a contract in the mail for one of my short stories.
I was totally caught off guard when I pulled out the large white envelope. I'd been prepared to wait at least 2 months (as it was last year) to find out whether or not the story was accepted. I certainly never expected to have a contract in hand in less than 2 weeks!
*happy sigh*
Another thing to add to my publishing resume. Now, if I could just find an agent and get a novel published, I'll be doing good :-)
I was totally caught off guard when I pulled out the large white envelope. I'd been prepared to wait at least 2 months (as it was last year) to find out whether or not the story was accepted. I certainly never expected to have a contract in hand in less than 2 weeks!
*happy sigh*
Another thing to add to my publishing resume. Now, if I could just find an agent and get a novel published, I'll be doing good :-)
Monday, March 28, 2005
Where to start...?
I've figured out that there just aren't enough hours in the day. I decided to make a list, not necessarily in order, of things (work/writing related things) that I need to get accomplished in the next 3-5 months. Sometimes a list of to-do items makes me sit back and think objectively about what I need to do and what I need to work on first.
1) I've got to get my website updated. If any of you lovely readers/bloggers are web designers...let's talk. I can pay (not much, 'cause I'm not a famous author or anything, but yeah...with real money). Right now the whole site is just kinda.....BLAH. I've been searching for some classy nude/torso/erotic photos that can be cropped and made to fit into the background of the site. Right now, it's some sort of "sphere/swirl" that I can't make go away.
2) I need to get started on the revisions/rewrites on my current book (books). I need to figure out where I'm going to chop this monster manuscript (projected at 300,000 words total) in half...making this book into book 1 and book 2 of the coming series. When I started this story...all I could think of was getting all of the story, plot, character growth/development, case development, etc into this one book. After doing a bit of investigation, I figured out that it was ok to actually leave book 1 on a cliff-hanger...as long as book 2 is already written. Now I just need to get my ass in gear and get the first half tightened up and discard the useless crap :-)
3) I need to finish the online version of the story mentioned above. I'm at chapter 32 right now...projecting maybe to chapter 37 or 40 to finish the story. Finishing this will take alot of pressure off. I don't know why...but I feel guilty that the story has dragged on for as long as it has. The readers have been unbelievably patient for the past year. Well, it's been longer than a year as I started posting in January of '03.
4) I've got another short story deadline coming up in May. Actually, it's not a short story like I'm used to (5,000 words) writing for UGE and the other one-handed reads. This is a 10-15,000 word submission. Right now, I'm at about 8,500 words and begging this thing NOT to turn into a fucking novel. I've got enough of them to get finished!!
5) Speaking of novels to get finished...I've got 5 of them that desperately need attention. I also have 4 books from my vampire series to finish...2 of them of which, I need to get rewritten and sent back to the publisher. I actually got comments on what the editor didn't like about the first book...and I've FINALLY figured out what she thought was wrong...and yep, it was DEFINITELY wrong! I just need to figure out if I can still write "het-sex". I should, after all, 'cause I have lots and lots of experience there, LOL!
6) Emails are something else I REALLY need to get caught up with. I've got SO many to return right now that it isn't even funny. I'd been doing so well and had actually thought that I was caught up. That's what I get for thinking! There's only about 150 emails to go at this point!
Fun, Fun.
*sigh*
Ok, so it's not a long list, but it sure as hell is a time-consuming one when I look a bit closer!
Unfortunately, all looking at it has done for me so far is make me tired, LOL
1) I've got to get my website updated. If any of you lovely readers/bloggers are web designers...let's talk. I can pay (not much, 'cause I'm not a famous author or anything, but yeah...with real money). Right now the whole site is just kinda.....BLAH. I've been searching for some classy nude/torso/erotic photos that can be cropped and made to fit into the background of the site. Right now, it's some sort of "sphere/swirl" that I can't make go away.
2) I need to get started on the revisions/rewrites on my current book (books). I need to figure out where I'm going to chop this monster manuscript (projected at 300,000 words total) in half...making this book into book 1 and book 2 of the coming series. When I started this story...all I could think of was getting all of the story, plot, character growth/development, case development, etc into this one book. After doing a bit of investigation, I figured out that it was ok to actually leave book 1 on a cliff-hanger...as long as book 2 is already written. Now I just need to get my ass in gear and get the first half tightened up and discard the useless crap :-)
3) I need to finish the online version of the story mentioned above. I'm at chapter 32 right now...projecting maybe to chapter 37 or 40 to finish the story. Finishing this will take alot of pressure off. I don't know why...but I feel guilty that the story has dragged on for as long as it has. The readers have been unbelievably patient for the past year. Well, it's been longer than a year as I started posting in January of '03.
4) I've got another short story deadline coming up in May. Actually, it's not a short story like I'm used to (5,000 words) writing for UGE and the other one-handed reads. This is a 10-15,000 word submission. Right now, I'm at about 8,500 words and begging this thing NOT to turn into a fucking novel. I've got enough of them to get finished!!
5) Speaking of novels to get finished...I've got 5 of them that desperately need attention. I also have 4 books from my vampire series to finish...2 of them of which, I need to get rewritten and sent back to the publisher. I actually got comments on what the editor didn't like about the first book...and I've FINALLY figured out what she thought was wrong...and yep, it was DEFINITELY wrong! I just need to figure out if I can still write "het-sex". I should, after all, 'cause I have lots and lots of experience there, LOL!
6) Emails are something else I REALLY need to get caught up with. I've got SO many to return right now that it isn't even funny. I'd been doing so well and had actually thought that I was caught up. That's what I get for thinking! There's only about 150 emails to go at this point!
Fun, Fun.
*sigh*
Ok, so it's not a long list, but it sure as hell is a time-consuming one when I look a bit closer!
Unfortunately, all looking at it has done for me so far is make me tired, LOL
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
An Interesting Gift...
Ok, let me start off by saying that I'm not really a collector of anything. Well, anything that I can show off to just anyone...
My boxes and boxes of books and porn don't count.
And with 3 young kids, I can't put my art of male nudes on the walls or put out my awesome nude sculptures...
*sigh*
Someday.
Anyway, I'm getting off track here. My MIL (mother-in-law) is a collector of damn near everything.
Sculptures and figurines of fairies, birds, flowers, angels; teapots and cups; dolls; decorative birdhouses...You name it...she's probably got a collection of it (or at least the start of one).
She's been frequenting this antique store that's going out of business in the area. Every day she's come home with bags and bags of goodies.
The one thing that caught my eye that she started bringing home were these delicate little teacups. I'm not a fan of delicate anythings, really. I've never liked frilly girl things. I think Barbies were the only girly things I ever owned. I liked playing with them....only because I could make them have sex.
Yep, I've been pervy my entire life.
Anyway, the MIL brings home this butterfly teacup and saucer. Oh my Gawd! It was absolutely beautiful...but I was afraid to even hold it in fear that I'd fucker up and drop the damned thing or hold it to tightly.
So into the china hutch everything went and I admired it from a distance.
I mentioned that if they had anything with a dragonfly (my absolute favorite little insect, lol) on it, I might be wiling to go check the store out.
Yesterday, the MIL brings home 2 boxes and sets them in front of me. "If you don't like it, you don't have to keep it," she says. "They were out of the dragonfly cups."
I open the fancy blue box, separate the styrofoam, unwrap the yards and yards of bubble wrap and low and behold...THIS is what was inside....
Horror of horrors...I liked it.
I'm scared to death of it because it's so delicate and breakable (nothing close to being as delicate as that butterfly teacup)and I can't stand the thought of one cup being $65 a piece. The spoons do not come with the cup and saucer either and they are an additional $15 a piece.
I warred with myself, trying to say that it was frilly, and girly, and that I didn't like it--but I failed.
I ended up going online to look for more of these Franz designs. I never should have done that! I found so many cups, teapots, vases, etc. that I just found incredibly beautiful. Yeah, I found that alot of them were more gaudy than beautiful (to me), but I think it's all just a matter of taste.
The cool thing is that the cups are cheaper online...but I don't know that I trust the US Postal service that much!
*sigh*
So does that mean I just might be interested in starting a collection? I think so.
But please God, let it stop there and don't turn me into a girly-girl after all these years!!
P.S. Here is that Butterfly cup and saucer I mentioned.
My boxes and boxes of books and porn don't count.
And with 3 young kids, I can't put my art of male nudes on the walls or put out my awesome nude sculptures...
*sigh*
Someday.
Anyway, I'm getting off track here. My MIL (mother-in-law) is a collector of damn near everything.
Sculptures and figurines of fairies, birds, flowers, angels; teapots and cups; dolls; decorative birdhouses...You name it...she's probably got a collection of it (or at least the start of one).
She's been frequenting this antique store that's going out of business in the area. Every day she's come home with bags and bags of goodies.
The one thing that caught my eye that she started bringing home were these delicate little teacups. I'm not a fan of delicate anythings, really. I've never liked frilly girl things. I think Barbies were the only girly things I ever owned. I liked playing with them....only because I could make them have sex.
Yep, I've been pervy my entire life.
Anyway, the MIL brings home this butterfly teacup and saucer. Oh my Gawd! It was absolutely beautiful...but I was afraid to even hold it in fear that I'd fucker up and drop the damned thing or hold it to tightly.
So into the china hutch everything went and I admired it from a distance.
I mentioned that if they had anything with a dragonfly (my absolute favorite little insect, lol) on it, I might be wiling to go check the store out.
Yesterday, the MIL brings home 2 boxes and sets them in front of me. "If you don't like it, you don't have to keep it," she says. "They were out of the dragonfly cups."
I open the fancy blue box, separate the styrofoam, unwrap the yards and yards of bubble wrap and low and behold...THIS is what was inside....
Horror of horrors...I liked it.
I'm scared to death of it because it's so delicate and breakable (nothing close to being as delicate as that butterfly teacup)and I can't stand the thought of one cup being $65 a piece. The spoons do not come with the cup and saucer either and they are an additional $15 a piece.
I warred with myself, trying to say that it was frilly, and girly, and that I didn't like it--but I failed.
I ended up going online to look for more of these Franz designs. I never should have done that! I found so many cups, teapots, vases, etc. that I just found incredibly beautiful. Yeah, I found that alot of them were more gaudy than beautiful (to me), but I think it's all just a matter of taste.
The cool thing is that the cups are cheaper online...but I don't know that I trust the US Postal service that much!
*sigh*
So does that mean I just might be interested in starting a collection? I think so.
But please God, let it stop there and don't turn me into a girly-girl after all these years!!
P.S. Here is that Butterfly cup and saucer I mentioned.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
WTF was I thinking?!?
Damn, it's been so long since I've actually posted, I'll have to see if I can remember how to work this thing.
Ah yes…it's not that difficult; easy enough for a blonde to operate.
I don't have as much internet access as I'm used to and my working/writing environment has been elevated from sucking—to just plain shitty. Why? Perhaps it's because right now, we're living with my mother-in-law (Yes, it is as bad as it sounds) and I actually have no work area...other than the dining room table and hard as hell chairs.
What is it that I miss the most in being here? (Besides my desk and my big leather chair, of course.)
I miss being able to maintain a train of thought for longer than 5 seconds, being able to decide by the caller ID whether or not I wanted to actually talk to my mother-in-law, all of the post-it notes I use in writing that were starting to look less and less like individual notes and were beginning to look more like some odd scheme of fuckered up wall-papering.
*sigh*
Ok, so those aren't the only things I miss. Just the ones I could think of in the 5 seconds that my brain was actually engaged.
I think one of the things I just miss the most is my PRIVACY! I miss being able to have a conversation with my husband that my MIL and brother-in-law (because he's here as well, more often than not) aren't privy to. There is no such thing as privacy here. I seemed to have forgotten that little factoid when I agreed that we could live here until we were able to find a house.
WTF was I thinking?!
*goes off to search the classified ads…yet again*
Ah yes…it's not that difficult; easy enough for a blonde to operate.
I don't have as much internet access as I'm used to and my working/writing environment has been elevated from sucking—to just plain shitty. Why? Perhaps it's because right now, we're living with my mother-in-law (Yes, it is as bad as it sounds) and I actually have no work area...other than the dining room table and hard as hell chairs.
What is it that I miss the most in being here? (Besides my desk and my big leather chair, of course.)
I miss being able to maintain a train of thought for longer than 5 seconds, being able to decide by the caller ID whether or not I wanted to actually talk to my mother-in-law, all of the post-it notes I use in writing that were starting to look less and less like individual notes and were beginning to look more like some odd scheme of fuckered up wall-papering.
*sigh*
Ok, so those aren't the only things I miss. Just the ones I could think of in the 5 seconds that my brain was actually engaged.
I think one of the things I just miss the most is my PRIVACY! I miss being able to have a conversation with my husband that my MIL and brother-in-law (because he's here as well, more often than not) aren't privy to. There is no such thing as privacy here. I seemed to have forgotten that little factoid when I agreed that we could live here until we were able to find a house.
WTF was I thinking?!
*goes off to search the classified ads…yet again*
Thursday, January 27, 2005
A Dilemma...
The hubby went in for a pre-interview test for a job that he's applying for a couple of days ago. While on a break, he meets up with someone in the lounge that is some sort of recruiter for a company that's doing contract jobs in Iraq and Afghanistan. They get to talking and it turns out, the guy is in town to recruit employees for jobs overseas. Well, after talking for half an hour, the hubby walks away with a solid offer for employment.
Hubby didn't approach me with it immediately. He slept on it. Thought about it. Obsessed over it. Tried to figure out the logistics of it all.
He tells me this morning that he has something he wants to talk to me about. He tells me the deal and wants to know what I think.
What do I think? I think he's crazy.
Hubby has been without a job since June of 2004. Not because he's complacent in going out and looking for a job, but because what he does pays a good bit of money. There's a VERY low rate of turn-over in that industry, thus not very many people vacating those jobs. Nope, once those men/women find a job in that industry--they stay there until they either hit the lotto or retire.
I do understand why the offer of this job overseas is so appealing. Not only is it the over $100,000/year income, but it's the feeling of finally getting back into the workforce and taking care of family, not having to worry about how much longer the savings will last.
I try to think of this in the way he does, but I can't. All I can think of are the people who've been kidnapped and killed. Yes, military personnel, but also civilians who are working there as contractors -- because they chose to be there. I can't get the image of a bus going down the highway that ran right over a bomb and exploded, killing everyone on it/near it, out of my head.
Hubby's supposed to go back and meet with the guy in the morning. We've talked about it throughout the day and I've tried to be very clear, letting him know exactly how I feel. I've never told him that he couldn't do something just because I didn't like it. We don't work that way. I might tell him that I'm not comfortable with it or that it scares me to death, but I've never believed in holding him back from doing something the he really and truly wanted to do. He is the same way for me.
What would you do if your husband/wife/partner/boyfriend/significant other wanted to take a job and go (willingly) into a place like Iraq, where safety is FAR from guaranteed?
For the first time in the 10 (almost) years we've been married, I'm tempted to put my foot down and tell him 'no'...that he just can't go. Is that selfish? Or is that me, taking care of my family, making sure that my kiddos have more of a chance of keeping their daddy around?
Sure, accidents happen here every day. Nothing is guaranteed.
I just think I'm a little more comfortable with taking our chances here...not thousands of miles away in a country where the risk of accident is multiplied tenfold.
Oh well, I think I'm going to have a cup of Earl Grey and obsess for a while myself.
*UPDATE*
For lack of energy in creating a new post...
After an interesting decision-making process, my hubby decided NOT to take the job overseas. The one thing that sealed the deal on him not going was a dream with his father (who passed away in Aug. '04). In the dream, his father told him that taking this job wasn't the right thing to do. He also told him that if he took the job, he wouldn't come back home again. I'm big on dreams and their meanings and we both decided that if this dream wasn't a sign...we didn't know what was!
So....my hubby is here...now working for a friend and things are looking up!
Hubby didn't approach me with it immediately. He slept on it. Thought about it. Obsessed over it. Tried to figure out the logistics of it all.
He tells me this morning that he has something he wants to talk to me about. He tells me the deal and wants to know what I think.
What do I think? I think he's crazy.
Hubby has been without a job since June of 2004. Not because he's complacent in going out and looking for a job, but because what he does pays a good bit of money. There's a VERY low rate of turn-over in that industry, thus not very many people vacating those jobs. Nope, once those men/women find a job in that industry--they stay there until they either hit the lotto or retire.
I do understand why the offer of this job overseas is so appealing. Not only is it the over $100,000/year income, but it's the feeling of finally getting back into the workforce and taking care of family, not having to worry about how much longer the savings will last.
I try to think of this in the way he does, but I can't. All I can think of are the people who've been kidnapped and killed. Yes, military personnel, but also civilians who are working there as contractors -- because they chose to be there. I can't get the image of a bus going down the highway that ran right over a bomb and exploded, killing everyone on it/near it, out of my head.
Hubby's supposed to go back and meet with the guy in the morning. We've talked about it throughout the day and I've tried to be very clear, letting him know exactly how I feel. I've never told him that he couldn't do something just because I didn't like it. We don't work that way. I might tell him that I'm not comfortable with it or that it scares me to death, but I've never believed in holding him back from doing something the he really and truly wanted to do. He is the same way for me.
What would you do if your husband/wife/partner/boyfriend/significant other wanted to take a job and go (willingly) into a place like Iraq, where safety is FAR from guaranteed?
For the first time in the 10 (almost) years we've been married, I'm tempted to put my foot down and tell him 'no'...that he just can't go. Is that selfish? Or is that me, taking care of my family, making sure that my kiddos have more of a chance of keeping their daddy around?
Sure, accidents happen here every day. Nothing is guaranteed.
I just think I'm a little more comfortable with taking our chances here...not thousands of miles away in a country where the risk of accident is multiplied tenfold.
Oh well, I think I'm going to have a cup of Earl Grey and obsess for a while myself.
*UPDATE*
For lack of energy in creating a new post...
After an interesting decision-making process, my hubby decided NOT to take the job overseas. The one thing that sealed the deal on him not going was a dream with his father (who passed away in Aug. '04). In the dream, his father told him that taking this job wasn't the right thing to do. He also told him that if he took the job, he wouldn't come back home again. I'm big on dreams and their meanings and we both decided that if this dream wasn't a sign...we didn't know what was!
So....my hubby is here...now working for a friend and things are looking up!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Mentally Exhausted....
*Warning – if you're a reader of Target, this post is like a MEGA spoiler for things to come toward the end of the book, so if you don't want big, heaping details (or at least hints) – come back another day*
I just finished writing 8 pages of sex. I should feel ecstatic, but in all actuality, I'm just exhausted. Mentally exhausted. Now, you may wonder why the hell 8 pages of sex was so difficult. Well, this wasn't just any run of the mill sex scene. This was a threesome.
I tell ya, the logistics of 2 people are easy. But add that 3rd person and it becomes a little bit like strategizing. (Don't even get me started on the 4-some sex scene I've still got to write!) It's inevitable at times, but you never want one of the characters just sitting back and not doing anything. Heh, then add to the mix that they're all guys…and then you get lost in a sea of: he said/he moved/he turned. If you're not careful, you can lose track of which he is doing what! Luckily this is written in 1st person, so that only left me to deal with 2 he's.
Even though I've tried to add the foreshadowing of this twist, I do think my readers are going to be shocked. And then they're going to be angry. Hell, I was a bit angry at my character's decisions. But trying to go over it, around it, under it…anything but through it…that didn't quite work. Things always seem to get really screwed up when I pull rank on the characters and make them do what I want them to do.
What people don't always realize, is that I'm not making these twists and turns to shock people. Really. Everything I'm doing actually has a reason and a fix. It might not be magically fixed in the next chapter – or even in this book – but it will work. Hopefully the readers will stick around to see that happen.
I've lost many readers in the past year. I've been told that it's not my writing, which is a plus (I think), but that it's the story itself. It seems that I've touched on a lot of people's personal demons…including my own. This isn't a light-hearted "beach read". No, this is more like an emotional roller coaster ride with the energizer bunny in control. It just keeps on going, and going, and going....
Anyway, 2 guy friends (I use the 'friend' term loosely for one of them) were asked about how they felt about 3-somes/4-somes – in regard to this story/situation. I'd expected the worst, but they surprised me by saying that it wasn't a big turn-off; to them, at least.
So, as a reader (not of my stuff, but just in general), just out of curiosity…
How do you feel when romances take on a more non-typical twist in a story?
Would it bug the hell out of you for the 2 main characters/lovers to have an encounter with another couple…and then ultimately have more of a stable, loving relationship with ½ of that other couple when that said couple didn't quite work out and parted ways?
A few thoughts/questions for any writers out there…
Do you ever worry (perhaps obsessively) about the plot twists and turns in your work?
Have you ever not taken a direction in a story because you were afraid your readers wouldn't be able to accept it? Not necessarily in regard to "is that in the character's mindset", but in regard to some "moral/controversial" subject?
Ever worry that you're just going to have a piece so F.U.B.A.R that you can't figure out what to do next?
Ah well, I better head off to bed and let the brain cells reorganize. I hear that's VERY important for us blondes ;)
I just finished writing 8 pages of sex. I should feel ecstatic, but in all actuality, I'm just exhausted. Mentally exhausted. Now, you may wonder why the hell 8 pages of sex was so difficult. Well, this wasn't just any run of the mill sex scene. This was a threesome.
I tell ya, the logistics of 2 people are easy. But add that 3rd person and it becomes a little bit like strategizing. (Don't even get me started on the 4-some sex scene I've still got to write!) It's inevitable at times, but you never want one of the characters just sitting back and not doing anything. Heh, then add to the mix that they're all guys…and then you get lost in a sea of: he said/he moved/he turned. If you're not careful, you can lose track of which he is doing what! Luckily this is written in 1st person, so that only left me to deal with 2 he's.
Even though I've tried to add the foreshadowing of this twist, I do think my readers are going to be shocked. And then they're going to be angry. Hell, I was a bit angry at my character's decisions. But trying to go over it, around it, under it…anything but through it…that didn't quite work. Things always seem to get really screwed up when I pull rank on the characters and make them do what I want them to do.
What people don't always realize, is that I'm not making these twists and turns to shock people. Really. Everything I'm doing actually has a reason and a fix. It might not be magically fixed in the next chapter – or even in this book – but it will work. Hopefully the readers will stick around to see that happen.
I've lost many readers in the past year. I've been told that it's not my writing, which is a plus (I think), but that it's the story itself. It seems that I've touched on a lot of people's personal demons…including my own. This isn't a light-hearted "beach read". No, this is more like an emotional roller coaster ride with the energizer bunny in control. It just keeps on going, and going, and going....
Anyway, 2 guy friends (I use the 'friend' term loosely for one of them) were asked about how they felt about 3-somes/4-somes – in regard to this story/situation. I'd expected the worst, but they surprised me by saying that it wasn't a big turn-off; to them, at least.
So, as a reader (not of my stuff, but just in general), just out of curiosity…
How do you feel when romances take on a more non-typical twist in a story?
Would it bug the hell out of you for the 2 main characters/lovers to have an encounter with another couple…and then ultimately have more of a stable, loving relationship with ½ of that other couple when that said couple didn't quite work out and parted ways?
A few thoughts/questions for any writers out there…
Do you ever worry (perhaps obsessively) about the plot twists and turns in your work?
Have you ever not taken a direction in a story because you were afraid your readers wouldn't be able to accept it? Not necessarily in regard to "is that in the character's mindset", but in regard to some "moral/controversial" subject?
Ever worry that you're just going to have a piece so F.U.B.A.R that you can't figure out what to do next?
Ah well, I better head off to bed and let the brain cells reorganize. I hear that's VERY important for us blondes ;)
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Breaking things down...
**warning -- pervy post ahead**
Well, pervy for some of you maybe. I have a VERY diverse group of friends and readers, so what might be kink for some is normal for others. That's not to say this is a kink post, 'cause it's not. At least I don't think it is. Oh nevermind!
I think I've mentioned it before, but in case you missed it or I didn't spell it out plainly enough....
I LOVE my MEN Magazine!!
The hubby and I were going somewhere yesterday and as I got in the car, I noticed a grey slip-covered magazine between the console and the passenger seat. Since I didn't renew my subscription to The Advocate, it had to be my newest issue of MEN. I whipped it out from between the seats and gave the hubby an incredulous look. "All we got was junk mail, huh?"
He laughed and said, "Oh, I forgot about that one." Sure. Yeah. Tell that to someone who doesn't know for a fact that he'd hide it from me, just to make me ask for it. The man is lucky he didn't get injured for that one.
Anyway, the Feb. '05 issue has Dean Phoenix on the cover and a layout of him looking so totally edible in nothing but his boots and hat. What more could I have asked for while working on a "cowboy" story?!? Perfect freakin' timing!
I realized something while reading this issue of MEN and a few other magazines that I get. It seems as though I tend to break things down into little groups of 3 (see Dreams post for more evidence). To further prove my point, I subscribe to believing in 3 types of the "men".
1) Total body men -- Just give me the man and let me take my time, there's not a single spot on his body that I wouldn't love to examine just a tad bit closer. Example: Dean Phoenix, ZA (which I'm not naming b/c I get enough searches for him), Kris Knight, and Dave Dekker are total body men -- for me, that is. There are SO many more...but that's a start.
2) Dick men -- Pretty self-describing there. Just the dick please. Hold the body, hold the face; break out the "do-it-yourself dick kit" and let's replicate that bad boy.
3) Ass men -- Also self-describing. Just turn around and let me have that ass. No, please...don't ruin the fantasy by looking over your shoulder!
I have a friend that says that I'm just plain scary...that I'm a gay man trapped in a woman's body. It truly is a curse. So many men, none of them available. Oh well, at least I can talk porn and hot men with my friends or scare them to death by telling them I'll be behind the curtain watching their next 3-some (don't even ask, lol).
So what exactly was the point of this twisted, nonsensical post?
That I'm wasting valuable time that I should either be responding to emails or writing?
--OR--
That I'm getting my pervy brain in gear so that I can more efficiently write some porn? Oh, sounds good to me. There we go. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
Well, pervy for some of you maybe. I have a VERY diverse group of friends and readers, so what might be kink for some is normal for others. That's not to say this is a kink post, 'cause it's not. At least I don't think it is. Oh nevermind!
I think I've mentioned it before, but in case you missed it or I didn't spell it out plainly enough....
I LOVE my MEN Magazine!!
The hubby and I were going somewhere yesterday and as I got in the car, I noticed a grey slip-covered magazine between the console and the passenger seat. Since I didn't renew my subscription to The Advocate, it had to be my newest issue of MEN. I whipped it out from between the seats and gave the hubby an incredulous look. "All we got was junk mail, huh?"
He laughed and said, "Oh, I forgot about that one." Sure. Yeah. Tell that to someone who doesn't know for a fact that he'd hide it from me, just to make me ask for it. The man is lucky he didn't get injured for that one.
Anyway, the Feb. '05 issue has Dean Phoenix on the cover and a layout of him looking so totally edible in nothing but his boots and hat. What more could I have asked for while working on a "cowboy" story?!? Perfect freakin' timing!
I realized something while reading this issue of MEN and a few other magazines that I get. It seems as though I tend to break things down into little groups of 3 (see Dreams post for more evidence). To further prove my point, I subscribe to believing in 3 types of the "men".
1) Total body men -- Just give me the man and let me take my time, there's not a single spot on his body that I wouldn't love to examine just a tad bit closer. Example: Dean Phoenix, ZA (which I'm not naming b/c I get enough searches for him), Kris Knight, and Dave Dekker are total body men -- for me, that is. There are SO many more...but that's a start.
2) Dick men -- Pretty self-describing there. Just the dick please. Hold the body, hold the face; break out the "do-it-yourself dick kit" and let's replicate that bad boy.
3) Ass men -- Also self-describing. Just turn around and let me have that ass. No, please...don't ruin the fantasy by looking over your shoulder!
I have a friend that says that I'm just plain scary...that I'm a gay man trapped in a woman's body. It truly is a curse. So many men, none of them available. Oh well, at least I can talk porn and hot men with my friends or scare them to death by telling them I'll be behind the curtain watching their next 3-some (don't even ask, lol).
So what exactly was the point of this twisted, nonsensical post?
That I'm wasting valuable time that I should either be responding to emails or writing?
--OR--
That I'm getting my pervy brain in gear so that I can more efficiently write some porn? Oh, sounds good to me. There we go. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
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