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Well, it is New years eve. I hope you all have something fun to do tonight. I will be at work until 10pm, then going to the employee gym to perfect my new zumba routine. Hopefully be able to miss the drunk traffic, whilst avoiding the fact that I am spending new years eve alone. This week it is all about you, my readers. I have spent my day sending emails, and posting flowery quips about how lucky I am to have all of the wonderful people I have had in my life over the past year. This post is no different. I fully believe you cannot close out one year without expressing gratitude for the good things the year before. So Without further ado, THANK YOU!! I am supremely humbled by all of the support, comments, and downright love you have all gave me over the past year. As a writer, there are very few ways to measure success. Of course, there are reviews and such. However the problem with this method is your reviews and your sales, don't come in the same numbers. For inst...

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house, the neurotic writer was stirring, and the cats where chasing the mouse..... UMMMM no. Hey all, hope you had a great holiday..what ever you celebrate.  So as I have been alone for more hours than I care to admit, I started futzing with my works in progress.  I have a finished piece that I really want to get read through, It is a strong story, but the sex scenes suck, which we all know I hate writing..This makes me a huge contradiction, considering I am one of the biggest pervs you will ever meet.  I giggled when the realization hit me that an incredibly handsome friend of mine shares a namesake with one of the MC in the book I am proofing. Since it is an unusual name I thought I would clear up any confusion. Brayden is the name of my childhood crush. He lived in my apartment complex and didn't give me the time of day, so obviously I was in LOVE with him. The plot revolves around a restaurateur who falls in lov...

I am posting early this week due to the holidays. BAH HUMBUG! Never piss off a writer, we have no problem killing you off in a novel. Even if it is only words. I am complicated in that I adapt a scene to my current situation. The details and circumstances are often totally different than the ones at hand, but the feelings I convey are the ones I hold within me. Sorry I have been so emotional lately. I think I may have unintentionally scared some people away. There was no harm intended.   Being a writer often comes along with an inner narrative.   Unfortunately my unfiltered sparkly star shaped life, doesn’t fit into the beige square hole that is my world . C'est La Vie, take me as I come or watch me as I go. Welcome to this week’s throw out.   **** Well, isn’t this a fine fuck you.   You couldn’t just walk away. I feel like after   all this time together you could have just told me. Instead I have to find out this way. The ...

A word of advice. Never become a writer. Why? Well, I will tell you. Eventually, you start to believe your own bullshit.  Delude yourself into seeing things that aren't there. You are convinced at first that situations are innocent, then your friends say they are not, and you believe them. Just trust your instincts. Fairy tales are just that. Never going to happen. Especially not to me. So I open my mouth, loaded with misconceived information, that I didn't want to believe to begin with, and now I am pretty sure I fucked something up that could have pretty awesome. Ugg, I should be used to this by now, but I guess it never gets easier. I have deleted two posts this week, which I never do. I over stepped, caught up in a moment of irrationality, that I should have been smart enough to avoid. My apologies world, for not being better than my illness. Not this time. -------->BATSHIT

A day late and a dollar short, as usual. However, with a little help from a friend I came up with an idea for this weeks throw-out. Thank you Stephanie Nett, it was a damn good Idea. without further pomp and circumstance.... The last Adventure of Those Girls We all gather in a small room. The excitement and tension is palpable. All off us scurry around giddily, and slightly tipsy, from the never-ending flow of mimosas.   I readjust my gold satin and antique lace tea dress, making sure the strapless number stays in place. Caroline skillfully applies Fin’s   makeup, while Tiegan curls her hair, delicately pinning in her flower crown. I cannot believe she is actually getting married today. I never thought I would see the day. The coordinator informs us it is time to line up, and I cringe. There is no guarantee that the groomsman I am supposed to walk with will show , so as a backup, I am supposed to walk with the ring barer and flower girl. I lag behind unsur...

****BLUSHING PROFUSELY*** Anyone who knows me, knows this is not something I would normally say out loud. I rarely talk about such things in context to myself, so writing a sex scene is hard for me. I admit the following snippet is a tease, but I guess you could say it suits me. I hope you enjoy, let me know if it sucks :) The Last Adventure Of Those Girls “She is beautiful, just like her mom. I didn’t expect the third degree, but it doesn’t surprise me, she is just like you.” Reaching over he, grabs my hand and squeezes it. My heart softens at his words, but my brain quickly reminds me to keep my guard up. “This is your chance Sage. She is my reality. Is that something you can handle? Normally, I would not even let you meet her until I was sure you made the cut. The ball is in your court.” I expected him to backpedal. I expected him to placate me. I expected every outcome but the one he handed me. “I know that look. Do not try to use her as an excuse to push m...

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands? Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted? Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air? Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care."? (PiNk--Glitter in the Air) Words are my life. A sweet release that soothes the pains in my soul. What's more, words are the life blood of every writer, and music is the pulse. One good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain) Oh, oh, I say, one good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain) Hit me with music, hit me with music now  (Trench town Rock--Bob Marley) I dare you to think of a time when you were listening to music and the lyrics and melodies spoke to you. The sounds of the rhythm coat you, as the words translate into your own mantra. Whether it be heavy and pounding beats, or soft and melodic tones at that moment the song in question is exactly what you need. You feel encased by the arms of a lover, or so...