If you are in the Baltimore area next February, please stop in and see me read my totally hot short story. I might even have a photo that’s kinda of cool.
Source: Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 2 Baltimore reading
It’s about to begin. This scary thing where I do an installment a month for the next foreseeable few months. I have the first one, it’s rough. I tried to edit, but my mind isn’t a…
Source: Erotic Gothic-esque Romance
I’ve been writing over at a group blog for the past year, so I haven’t done a full post in a while. Well, shit just got real, y’all.
First off. I’m writing a serialized erotic gothic horror over on the Romance on the Rocks blog. Well, gothic-like. Mostly, it’s set in the deep American South. Which if you think about it could be gothic horror inspired in some respects. I won’t have completely open doors because we have an all age readership over there. So, I will be using all the tools in my tool box to be erotic without showing erotic. What I might do is a companion open door portion of that story over here on my main blog. Ummm, I might have a few details to work out before September 15. I’m still gelling it in my mind so until I have all the deets finalized, I know about as much as you, dear reader.
Second, I have the cancer. Breast cancer to be exact. And no, I don’t know much more than that. I knew when I went in for the limp that something was wrong. And I prayed and hoped it was a cyst or benign in some other way. It wasn’t. So, I’m having a pity party for a day and then I’m going to get back up the next day and kick cancer’s ass.
If you know me at all, you know I don’t want any body work done. Living in LA and seeing the enormous amount of body work people got done just because really turned me off. I wanted to age gracefully. To show our young women that there is grace in aging. Or least, some semblance of it. I don’t color the gray right out of my hair. I have killer bright silver hair that looks like kick ass highlights, or at least, tinsel. I love it. And I also felt this way about the rest of my aging body. My tits have fed children. OF course, they sag. They’re supposed to at this point. But they’re still fabulous.
Well, until they betrayed me. I won’t know a treatment plan until I go see the boob doc for the first time. I haven’t decided anything yet. But the thought of getting fake boobs makes me sad. Even if I didn’t get them because I wanted, I’m getting them because I need to. Mentally that doesn’t matter. I still feel like my original life plan of aging gracefully has been stolen from me.
But I swear that I won’t let cancer not one more piece of me than I can safely allow.
Still, I will need some words of encouragement. And some patience. Because I have a feeling that a couple of my serialized installments might be late. I will write as long as I am able. If I can’t, I won’t. But writing has helped my sanity so immensely that I will cling to it like the life line it is.
Patience and Love.
What else does anyone need?
Well, maybe a little romance.
p.s. Go get your breasts squished. Go get checked out. Even if it’s for no reason. Don’t listen to anyone else. Listen to me. It might save your life.
This will be the last month I do a recipe to help bring flowers into your life. I’ve always equated romance with flowers. Love of self, love for our parents, love for our “one,” a…
My new puppy, Java.
I’ve been remiss in not introducing her before now. But life happened, right? And I’m getting around to it now.
She’s a little Havanese. And precious as all get out. But she keeps me busy as well. Plus, I’ve had a killer travel schedule. And staying at my house for a while kinda company. Which is fabulous, if exhausting. It also doesn’t leave a lot of time for blog updates. Especially when I’m slated to do another blog post per month. That one post has been about all I can muster. At least, for the last several months.
I’m not sure when Java is going to chill enough to let me have more time for another post. But be patient. Oh, and I’m writing as well.
Being on vacation in Alaska means I see fireweed all around me. It also means many Alaskans are talking about or making fireweed honey, syrup, jelly… whatever. Fireweed is ubiquitous everywhe…
Source: Fireweed Honey
Every girl should have a jelly recipe. One that is her signature jelly. My mom loved strawberry. I’ve always been drawn to the more exotic. Or maybe I was just a rebel. Growing up, I insisted…
Source: Dandelion Jelly
Evergreen trees have two “flower” which are useful and edible- the cones and the tips. Pine nuts come from pine cones and they are laborious to acquire. The tips of evergreens, like spr…
Source: Spruce Tip Vinegar
Yes, yes you CAN make whipping cream from lilac flowers. And it is the BOMB!The ingredients aren’t many, but the results? FAB-U-LOUS! If you have the time, make some Lilac sugar using the sam…
Source: Lilac Whipping Cream
By: SimplSam
I haven’t done a Manday Monday in a while. So I thought I’d break in a picture of men in kilts. Not naked flesh, but sexy nonetheless, no?
I’m not sure what it is about men in kilts. But they are hot, hot, hot. Maybe it’s because women are always wondering what the hell is being worn under that kilt. And then we think of all the machinations to acquire that knowledge.
Hmmm, maybe that’s why dudes like chicks in dresses. Kinda makes you think.
Anyway, it’s late. But better late than never. Plus, men in kilts, yo.
Smile. You know you want to.
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