Lessons Learned

As I grow as a writer, I'm learning, an author's life is a delicate balance between one's RL (real life) and the real work of World Building, (RWWB) to bring about a product that is both entertaining and titillating on a sliding scale of  Oh my.

Whether it is a YA book with dreams of syndication in its storyline, or a Sweet Romance that may have Hallmark stamped all over it, or a cult favorite drawing from fairy tales or mythological roots, or a modern Erotic Romance or darker shades in a kaleidoscope spectrum where gray is just the beginning.

 Life's lessons and the contacts/fellowship with other authors, writers, bloggers and lovers of the written word, are what fuels my fire. It is those connection, which have renewed my desire and rekindled the embers grown cold with inactivity and immobility.

That being said, I am making another start to put out works completed, but dormant on CUPs of computers tucked away, or on flash-drives in dresser drawers of despondency and disillusionment. Yes it is time for action, yet I know there will be advances and stall-outs along the way, and I've come to the point of my life where I can no longer see that as a bad thing, but to make smaller goals rather than large, as I make my way, back to where I am confident once more. If I can do that, Then I think that I will be pleased with the small progress I make day by day.

Well the new year  has begun with all its Winter Chills, Thrills, and SNOWS,
and yet we had time to read, Write and think what the up-coming year has in store.


We (me) why I am referring in third person or my as more that one, I have no idea; but i digress
It's given (ME) time to reflect on what the past year was like

I've taken this time look at 2014 in a Hindsight 20-20 of all
the should-a- Could-a-
Would-a's  of the performances, expectations, and desires of this year past.

 in retrospect, I measured and only you can too)   if 2014 was not what we wanted it to be for whatever the reason, I /you, can  make this year brilliant in comparison to the lack-luster glow of 2014

I myself, have decided that what'er  distractions, troubles and excuses for 2014 not being stellar, were just that, in the past.

I'm coming out and publicly telling ( myself) that "No Excuses"  is the motto for me
To go ahead  and do more in writing; and while yes I did finish 2 novels I need to do more, Be more, Live more so.. yea`
I guess that's my rant for (yea January-posting on February) late- snort

Alright I mean from February on

It took a trip to the islands to get my head on straight and prioritize my life.
~One has too when alone on the beach and in your head.~

And just decide that come hell or hight water ( which they both will anyway) continue to do my duty ( for me )to me
and press on no mater what.

In closing, I am reminded of a quote by Robert Frost and the photo and his words ring so very true.

To me it tells me a few things that I'd like to share.
1) You can't get caught up in your own head about who, or what you want to be...or not. You have to get moving! Stagnation is death well not healthy- to the body, mind, spirit or your life.
It is ultimately up to you .
You  can be your Bff or your worst enemy.
 I write this for all to read, but I am telling it to myself as well.

The only one that can limit you, is you, 
in regards to who you want to achieve in life.

As I've said before, you only get one chance around the park, so you better run like a when the back-door was left open.

Each day has its own set of troubles.
Yesterday is dead and gone, don't  dwell on what's happened

But see each day as  a new beginning,  a reboot for the soul
Thats why we have the sunrise,
and we must Rise and greet each day.

Just to recap:

*****Leave the worries behind, because they've already happened.
****Be happy with what you have done, but down stop there
**Push on, move forward
*Try to not muck-it-up

Remember:
 to think it to put it in ink ( or the laptop)
Go on now,
achieve your goal.

Researcher Say.......

Well well well I could not have said it better myself.

WOW you mean it took a team of researchers to tell us what we could have guessed what

(in their opinion)

You need six times every day???

 Interesting.

I wonder what they'll do next with our research

dollars? 

But here's another question: What do you do if you don't have a partner to have sex with?

Do you get a BOB?

or

Work it yourself?

or would you prefer

to 

refrain and abstain?

Is it better to 

 spend hours in the  gym

or run

miles on the track, biking or kayaking

... Hummm,  inquiring minds want to know if you 'd consider those options

or be home jacking. 

Now that you've

read this  silly limerick go read the article and afterwards sound off. 

You can leave a comment here as well as on the author Facebook page...I want to know your thoughts.

Until next time my freaky little darlings stay kinky and as always

keep reading.

http://themindunleashed.org/2014/06/16-reasons-daily-sex.html

HOT FUN IN THE SUMMERTIME

SUMMER SUN, SKIN, and SIN


Areana Senoj

All the makings of a either a good sexy read, or a What the fuck was I thinking last night, oopies; or it could be both when I woke up from my nap in the the head of the day.

That's the way my muse usually comes-a-calling now-days. It seems to be her trend, that when my plate is full, when will drop by, (like we are going to have our nails done, as if were are 'besties'), and lay some random weirdness for a storyline, as is she were pitching me an idea for a manuscript to a publishing house. Only problem is and there are several,  one, I'm not and editor for a house, two she has not fully disclosed the ENTIRE story, only the premise and a few salacious tid-bits to entice me whilst I slumbered, and lastly, I REALLY do  not have the time to do this. (WHINE)

Bloody-hell, why is this always like this? I could be rude, but she may get offended, and never visit me again.  (Now mind you I am referring to my sub-conscious mind as IF she ...it were an entirely different entity.) (Pause) 

 Riiiiight

So what do I do. I GET MY ASS UP and write this idea down, and ANY pertinent  details that might help me remember this story at a later date. Heaven knows it may prove useful later for heaven knows what

So why the rant and the title?

Well because I finally get to use the phrase that a friend told me I could borrow tweek and make my own when said bff for my female MAIN character refers to their first encounter to the MAIN male character

And after you see who was in my dream, you would say it too. He would make you think of sinning in the summer sun. Here is just an excerpt:

 

Brittany rounded the corner on the way back to the mechanic, listening to Meme go  on and and about Derrick when all of a sudden--she ran smack into her. More than a little annoyed, Brittany was  about to let some pretty choice words fly about not having time to mess around and how she need to just get the car and go, but she settled for a What-the... and was shushed before she she drop the f-bomb.


"Hold-up Me-me, I know you didn't just Shush me..."

“Shhhh,” Meme hissed giving her the  crazy-eye stare and jerk of her head

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Brittany whispered back, thinking Meme had lost it in the heat, or the three margarita  she's tossed back with only salsa and chips had finally hit her. "And why are we whispering?"



"Look over there, by you car...Not too fast. Slooooooly. Don't be Captain Obvious." Brittany shifted on her sensible heels and peeked past Meme's poofy-doo  to talk a look at what had obvious struck Meme, stupider than usual...and OMG

It was a second or two before she felt Meme's finger under her chin, applying pressure, and realized her mouth had dropped open.

Their eyes locked and the smirk on Meme's face was one that if she wasn't guilt for ogling the guy and probably drooling, she would have loved to slap it right off

"Mmmm-hum." was all she said

"What?" was all Brittany could think of retort. Meme  raised an eyebrow.

"Girl please are we looking at the same man? What kind of denial cocktail were you sipping at lunch?"

"Shush, he saw us..."

They both turned and it was all Brittany could do to not wheeze watching the man walk... no scratch that, saunter yea... she always read that word in the romance books, but never quite thought she'd know what it looked like, till now. Fuuuuuck. The way his hips hips swayed in skin tight jeans was fluid motion, his gait sure, and oh my Lord in heaven as her eyes traveled up, the rest of him just as impressive.

His lean body was toned, his tee was stretched to bursting over his washboard abs and his outer shirt hung open.  His eyes were dark blue and his stare held hers like a spiders' web, tangling her up--and his smile oh yea, slow and oh so sexy, especially as he licked his lips and they moved.  She felt a kick to her ribs, bring her back to the here and now. Shit, Epic fail

"I'm sorry, what?" Meme laughed and Brittany felt the face flush with embarrassment."

 “I said Hi...I'm Mark,  Mark Latham, my gramps left me to fix your fan belt..."

Oh yea, Thanks, I'm Brittany Bernard and this is Meme.."

“Melanie Draper, hi…" she said nearly knocking Brittany over, “…nice to meet you. You new here in town?”

“No um actually I was born here, but my mom and I moved back east and well I was just coming back for a while to visit gramps for a while…" His backstory trailed off as he dropped Meme's hand and looked back a Brittany. "Your car's ready if you want to take a look, I'll show you what's been done.”

Meme and Brittany followed the Tall drink of southern comfort, back to Brittany's car, but for the life of her Brittany could focus on but a few words at a time. Sure she knew cars, why the hell was it so hard to concentrate around this guy. Shit, it was like someone had removed her head full of reasoning and logic and stuck a raging horny nympho with freaking hearts and flowers dancing in her head. He bent over and there went her lucid moment Damn nice ass. WTF?

 He look back

“What?”

“What?” Meme said.

Oh shit she said that out loud.   “Sorry bee,” She lied she fanned in front of her face and leaned over looking where he was pointing. Meme let out a snort and the eye exchange was a if you so even...warning, to which Meme, stifled the would be laugh immediately.

 “You see here, this was worn out completely and needed to b replaced, it was just a matter of time and things would have really could have been ugly-- you would not want this to over heat. Just so happens, Gramps has old cars so I just happens to have this in stock. She sure is a beauty," he said wiping some of the oil smudges off with a cloth from his back pocket before stuffing it back.  He leaned back and the girls did the same so he could put the hood back down with a slam. "You keeping her, right?"

“Yea, she belonged to my uncle, my auntie gave it to me after he passed on."

"She's a classic. Has a beautiful body, still the original paint job. Nice." Brittany watched his hands caress her car and had the oddest sensation run along her spine. She wondered what his hand would feel like on a woman...on her. Instantly her nipples hardened her core clinched. She coughed.

"Yea she's a keeper," she said quickly. Trying to change the subject.

"I'd love to take her out for a drive--put her out on the rode, run her hard, see how she rolls." Brittany flicked a glance at Meme, and she had the same expression as she did.

"I mean if you want me to work on her, I can, if you want me to...it would be a shame to have a 62' Mustang like this and not make sure she is top condition…" Their eyes met for a second, and she could feel her blood pound in her ears.

"Um sure.. I don't have a whole lot of money to spend on her..." she started.

“Oh hell no, I don't have anything to do right now, consider it a hobby till I head back home or whatever. Besides there is a car show in a few months, it would be cool as shit to enter your baby and see what would happen. What do you think? Yes, No?"

Again his Cool blue stare held her warm brown one. She swallowed and caved.

"Sure, okay, you sold me." His smile was pure sin, the dimple in his cheek when he'd won, that damnable smirk, was lake a promise and a dare.

"Well let me get you run up and you are good to go, that will be $52.50, parts and labor."

Brittany reached in the purse and forked of the cash.

"I'll be back with you receipt he said and headed off to the repair-shop office."

“Holy shit Brittany, what are you doing, making a love connection right here in the parking lot?"

“Shut up Meme, and I didn't do anything, he was just talking— besides I'm sure it was purely academic you know just cars.”

"Um-hum, you're kidding right?” She leaned over closer, keeping an eye on the door. “That man is hotter that two weasels fucking in a wool sock in the middle of August… and I might add, he’s feeling you in some kind of way.  He’s  throwing hints like a bad-ass kid with rocks at windows to an abandoned  building and nothing else to do. And what’s with the  “wanting to “take you to for a drive,” comment huh?  Well its not just to feel the engine in your mustang.”

“Meme!” Brittany protested but she held up her hand.
“I’m not saying turn on the red light Roxanne, but you might want to at least take the blinders off your eyes and look at what he is throwing your way. Shit, I would.”   Then she burst out laughing before Brittany shushed her as Mark walked out.

“Here’s your receipt and gramps card, if you want to get in contact with me…about the car show, I put my cell on the back just in case.”

“Thanks Mark. I have a few projects on deck this week but I will give you a call um say next Wednesday?

Sounds good to me, I be looking for you call. He arched out his hand and shook Meme’s hand and then did the same to Brittany’s. Then instant their palms met, heat licked up her sleeve and straight to inside her bra. She tingled, and the look he gave her was a much surprise to him as it was to her. Yea he felt it too and she was not about to look down to his crotch to see if he was hard there as she was above. Smoothly disengaging her hand from his she gave a nod.
“Nice to have met you Mark.”
“Likewise, Brittany, see you soon.”

Brittany had to talk to herself all through the steps of how to crank her car, and back the fuck out of the Fast stop repair shop whiteout making a totally fool of herself. Once they were clear  and the station was only a dot in the rear view, Meme let out a laugh that Brittany was thankful the windows were down, she was so hot from embarrassment and something else, she felt rivets of perspiration slid down her back arms and between her breast.

“Oh my dearest Brittany, honey, we are gonna have to help you, you have a man on you ass tighter than aunt Fanny’s girdle and your cousin Deirdre’s wedding; what you gonna do?”

Brittany tried to laugh with her 'bestie'about the irony of this situation, trouble was, she had no damn clue what she was going to do with Mr Mark Latham.
~end

Fantastic Fall Reads!

Well Fall is in the air. The trees are putting on their colors, getting ready for the Macy's Parade.
Everywhere Stores and shops are gearing up for the holidays, and what better way to get in the mood for the holidays, and chase away the depression downers, than to get you hands on a good book.

Here are my picks for the holidays. So snuggle up in a warm blanket, get you cider on and EEEEEase into one of these:
~First off is by a friend of mine: Torie James. Timeless Night
If you love the days of the round table, then this one is for you.


~~Next Up is by another friend of mine Yvonne Nichols who is bringing up another installment in the Dragon Queen series:

and if you haven't started the series go for broke and start with #oneand don't forget #two





and her one more

 

~~~Last but not least is another dear friend
Jocelyn Modo who also writes as Emma Abbiss, and many of her books center around shifters and all things sci-fi. However she has whipped up some inter-galactic stories about love  among the stars.HE books are available through Ellora's Cave and Amazon

https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/jocelyn-modo/


  one of my favorites and this one as well

With all of the above novels and novellas, I am sure you can keep all toasty warm oh and don't forget one last one...Mine
Sensory Overload

Check out the trailer and all on my Femlycan Channel on You-tube.http://youtu.be/ZljL-25-7vo
Happy holidays!