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LAND SHARK!!!

So, I spoil my cats. Yes, I know, crazy cat lady thing. And even though technically Jeffrey is my daughters cats, he spends more time with me and I look at him as mine as well.

 

So, I indulged the new baby, BaxterMarie, and my grandbabykitty Jeffrey with new presents for each.

 

Behold…LAND SHARKS!!!

 

 

 

Now, at first, Jeffrey was content to just chill and sleep in his. BaxterMarie had other ideas, however. She kept pouncing on his and smooshing the side in. She was more interested in the fins and stuff.

 

But now, as you can see, she is sleeping snuggly warm in hers.

 

The two cats are getting closer day by day. It was a big break through when Jeffrey finally let BaxterMarie cuddle with him for a nap.

 

Today, for the first time, he groomed her. Oh, she didnt like it one bit, because Jeffrey seems to have a fascination with her little feets. He put her in a strangle hold and was like ‘look here, you lil snot, you must smell like me…I shall bathe you and you will like it!’. It was funny to watch.

 

They are currently over at my laptop desk in the chair fighting. I hear BaxterMarie give a little squeak every once in awhile and have to tell Jeffrey to be gentle. He backs off and minds me well. He’s a good boy.

 

And BaxterMarie is just a little darling. More often than not she is right here on my desk cuddled against me. And when not cuddling, she is playing with her multitude of toys. I had given the cats most of ChesterAnn’s (Fat Cat) toys. They each have their favorites.

 

On another note, its Thanksgiving here in the US and I dont care. I mean, not to be ugly or anything, but I’m just not a big holiday sort. I try to do something nice for Christmas only for the sake of my daughter,and this year, I am not bothering with the tree or anything. I got her a few gifts already, and that will be that.

 

Other news…I have a horrific cold. I know it was brought about by the weather. It was nice here, 80’s, then it dropped down into the 40’s, then it rained and got humid again, and now the temps are back up. The moisture in the air has probably been playing havoc with my lungs, and you all know I have COPD. Blah. So, I am extremely tired and trying to stay on top of things with cold meds and whatnot, while also not laying down much to keep the fluid from settling and building in my lungs. SO…TIRED.

 

NaNoWriMo is winding down. I have REALLY enjoyed being a Municipal Liaison. I will do it next year, and years to come, hopefully. My word counts have been good and steady and I’m still not finished with everything I want to write. I will admit I have been working my book like a movie is filmed…out of sequence. When I have a great idea for a particilar chapter, I work on it and perfect it, getting it down while its fresh in my head, then doing a completely different thing when it strikes me.

 

In the gaming world, things are as depressing as ever. No one to write with. And I tried to use one of my old characters to do a little train of thought type of thing on the situation of the ‘city’ and its inhabitants from her perspective. I was trolled majorly bad, or, well, my character was…it still doesnt make you feel worth a damn.

 

I got my new laptop in, thanks to my mommy. I unboxed it, but have yet to set it up and turn it on to get things how I want them. I am just too tired and have no drive.

 

I know the girls at the coffee shop will be glad to see me on a more regular basis once again. They are always asking why I dont come in to write anymore.

 

My old laptop isnt completely dead, its still good for some things. It lasted me a good while, and I put it through some abuse. Its just obsolete now. And even with a new battery, it wont hold a charge. It always has to be plugged in and that is a major inconvenience. Especially for using MSWord. It seems to drain my battery life incredibly fast.

 

But, that will be a thing of the past now, with the shiny new laptop. And I will take extra special care of it.

 

My next major purchase will be a new computer. Just the tower. I have a great monitor set-up, great keyboard and mouse, great webcam. And I can strip the blu-ray player from this tower to put in a new one. I am really good about making use of things.

 

I think, however, that this desktop is going to last me a good while longer. Everything on it works great. I just replaced the video card and put in a new hard drive, and added the max RAM, so its fast and smooth. Its just a little…ugly…lol. No, not really. It still looks sleek and all, you can just tell its an older model. I’ve had it over 6 years now.

 

Well, I’m just a chatty Cathy today, arent I? You’ve fallen asleep, havent you? If not, you are now lulled into a nice mood to take a nap. 😛

 

Happy Food Coma day to all you US folk.

 

~loves and squishes~

 


[Mature content – Erotica Excerpt] Touch

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Just a snippet of one of my erotica books I plan on releasing, if you’re interesting in that kind of stuff. Mmmmm….smut…. 🙂

The next morning, Alex remembered that he had locked the bedroom door the previous night. He couldn’t remember why, though. He looked up at the ceiling, and then to his left to find Maddison still asleep. The man turned over onto his side and gently placed his hand onto her waist. He didn’t want to wake her up. His hand fell from her body. It was as if his body was moving on its own, like it knew what it wanted, what it craved.

Alex slipped his hand across her shapely hips, feeling the thin fabric of her gown conform to his fingers. It was such a delicate material. He became bold, however, and lowered his touch to the end of the garment, where he was met with soft, smooth skin – Alex’s hand disappeared under the gown.

He gradually moved closer, so that his chest pressed against her back in a comfortable spooning position. Alex lowered his face into the crook of her neck, where he inhaled her fresh, clean scent.

Maddison felt nice. Something felt nice. She felt comforted and warm. She smiled, waking slowly. Her eyes remained closed as she reveled in this warmth she felt, and when she finally realized that it was the sensation of being touched, touched somewhat intimately. Alex pressed against her, his hand moving over her as his breath floated against her neck. She hummed in pleasure, making him aware she was awake, and receptive to his attentions and affections.

He was pleased with her reaction, knowing she’s been without such intimacies for such a long time. Dr. Lang said it would be good for them, to strengthen their bond; sex provides a deep connection with the souls, he had said.

Alex was thrilled to find nothing underneath the silky gown. He allowed his hand to explore further, tracing the contour of her navel and across the scar left over from the C-section. He paused for a moment, shifting to brush her crimson hair away from her neck and shoulder. He placed a kiss there; he displayed such loving behavior, it was as if he was another man all together.

He resumed his travels, caressing her thighs, purposely avoiding that one little spot. Alex brought his hand back up to her navel, where he teased her belly button, before sliding up her torso, following an invisible line leading him to the smooth skin between her breasts.

Maddison smiled, rolling over a little, as much as Alex would allow. She was allowing him to initiate things, simply following Alex’s lead. She left herself completely open to his exploring, reveling in every bit of his touching.

And he wouldn’t allow much as he kept his chest pressed firmly against her back, asserting his position. Alex’s hand gently cupped one of the heavy mounds, contracting his fingers slightly around the soft globe – testing the waters, so to speak. He wanted to take it slow; he wanted to *feel* her and he wanted her to feel him – all of him.

He brushed the pad of his thumb repeatedly over the hardening nipple, eliciting more pleasure from his woman. *His* woman. Alex smiled against the skin of her neck, liking the idea of being more than just a boyfriend or a baby-daddy. He would be her husband; he would stake claim to this woman.

Maddison moaned softly to Alex’s tender touches. Did he know how much he was turning her on? It was maddening, but she loved it, and she wanted more. She started writhing to him, a soft smile resting on her lips as her hands gripped her own nightgown, lifting it up more for easier access.

He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly as he began to kiss at her neck. Again, he felt his body move on its own, but he wasn’t complaining. He embraced this feeling of contentment.

Alex nibbled at the outer rim of her ear, knowing it was a sensitive spot. As he continued to massage her tit, the man rubbed his leg along hers, bringing his lower half closer to her rear. He knew he was driving her insane with need – he could almost smell it seeping from her pores.

She adored the attention to her neck, it always was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, and the actions against her breasts as well. She could feel his manhood pressing against her behind as his leg brushed hers, and she purposely slid her lower half against him, smoothing herself over him to arouse his senses more. He was being so sweet, so gentle, so caring. This was like a whole new side of Alex, and she loved it so. She loved him. She was so in love with him.

He grunted softly against her ear, pausing in his actions, as her ass brushed over the front of his pants. Alex licked his lips and trailed his hand down her body, moving closer to her groin. But he avoided it once again, not wanting to end this too quickly. He touched the back of her knees, her inner thighs, her hips – everything but that heated junction between her thighs.

Maddison smiled and bit her lip. She closed her eyes and blissfully moved and swayed under Alex’s alluring touches. She wanted him so badly, and she knew that he knew it. He was teasing her, but not to be malicious. He was simply taking his time, finding the pleasure in touching her. She had waited for this for a long time. This intimacy. She could allow it to unravel as Alex deemed fit, even if her soft sounds and gentle shifting beneath his touch screamed at him to delve his hand between her thighs, to her secret garden of pleasure. She wanted him to explore, and discover the joys of this sort of bonding, and not be so… afraid… if that was even the right word… of intimacies with her. She wanted him to make love to her. And he was, with his exploration of her soft curves and smooth skin. They would make their intimate connection, linking their bodies together, eventually. Maddison was a patient woman. She wanted no other man but Alex, and she was willing to endure his slow discoveries.

Alex watched how her body moved beneath his touch. She was putty in his hands, and so quickly, too. He slid his hand behind her, smoothing it along the round flesh of her ass. He squeezed it, spreading the cheeks apart as he ground himself against her, emphasizing how much he wanted this – to keep her from having second thoughts about his intentions.

He brought his hand back around, letting it glide over the contours of her torso, once again groping her breast. Alex soon began to nip at the skin below her ear, raking his teeth along that one spot.

With his hand on her rear, enticing her even more with his grinding into her, she let slip with another soft moan. She was his, completely. She always had been. When he moved his mouth to her neck again, she reached a hand up, touching him herself. She slid her hand through his soft hair, encouraging him. Letting him know she was pleased. Her body writhed against him again in desire.

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Alex finally relented and delved his hand between her thighs, his fingers reaching past her delicate folds to get at the sweet nectar pooling between them. Instead of going directly to her seeping hole, the man focused on stroking her clitoris in swift motions, applying pressure every now and again.

Maddison opened her thighs to him a little, giving him access to her sweet spot. A sound left her lips, not exactly a moan, and not exactly a sigh, but more of a mix between the two. It was a very pleasurable sound. She rolled her hips to Alex’s actions. She tried to roll her body over more, wanting to be on her back, facing him, to touch him, to kiss him. With a gentle nudge of her body, she sought permission from Alex to move.
And he still refused to give – for now, at least. He sighed against her ear, his fingers becoming slick with vaginal secretions. Alex avoided penetration, wanting to get her body beyond ready. He continued to stroke her, feeling her clit swell beneath his touch. After a while, however, he lowered his hand and inserted his middle finger, thrusting it to and fro.

He closed his eyes and imagined more than his finger gliding in and out. Alex then shifted, allowing her to lean back slightly, enough for him to lower his lips to her breast, his tongue snaking out to lap at the pert nipple. He could soon feel the sensation of his pants brushing over the sensitive head of his penis as it became erect against its confines. His body automatically pressed forward, craving more of that delicious friction.

Maddison was nearly purring to his affections. When he let her move her upper half, she took the opportunity to slide her arm under the arm he was using to support himself up with. His heated mouth on her breast was amazing. She shivered in delight. And when he inserted his finger and began to slowly pump it within her; she took a sharp intake of breath, a pleasurable sound, one of longing. She could feel him stiffening against her, and she wriggled her lower half against him, keeping him interested and stimulated. She rubbed her ass against him, moving when he pressed forward to her. She wanted to speak, murmur softly, but she dare not interrupt this… deeply intimate… time. It was fragile, she felt, it was something delicate.

Alex pulled away to lick his lips.
He withdrew his finger and worked her nether lips apart, letting her feel the stickiness as the folds slid together so nicely. He then removed his touch completely, and reached under the blanket to remove his pants in an almost eager fashion. This is where he allowed the woman to lay back completely, holding onto that anticipation of what was to come.

He crawled over her, his lips attacking that sweet spot below her ear once again as he positioned himself between her thighs. Alex’s hands went back to their exploration. He slid them along the smooth skin of her legs, up to her childbearing hips. Alex wanted her – all of her.

As his cock brushed her navel, Alex released a small sigh against her ear before taking said ear between his teeth, nibbling at it.

Maddison bit her lip again, rolling to her back, making herself comfortable and ready for him and what was to come. As he climbed over her, she smiled, taking a deep breath and sighing out in a pleased way. She could feel his cock brushing against her flesh. He was so large, and so hard. She gave another shiver thinking about what was to come, and how it was going to feel. Alex was a very well-endowed man, and she was a small woman. In every way. There was always a pleasurable pain in the beginning, and she anticipated it… longed for it. She wrapped one arm under his as the other went over his shoulder. She smoothed her gentle fingers over his scarred but soft flesh, taking in the contours of his body by way of touch, as he had painstakingly done with her. She felt his strong, lean muscles move beneath his flesh. His strength was arousing. The only thing she was missing was the kiss. He still hadn’t kissed her yet, and it flitted a small bit of worry through her. He hadn’t kissed her in a very long time. Not since his homecoming. Not a real kiss. A kiss of passion and love. And he knew how she felt about kisses… and this set the wheels of worry into her.

Alex nuzzled under her chin, his lips brushing hers. He guided his cock to her entrance, where it was met with a flood of ecstasy. He pressed the head past the tight mouth, allowing her body to suck him in. Alex lowered his body against her own, watching her closely as he dealt slow thrusts, sinking deeper each time. He then leaned in to place a kiss to her lips, swallowing her pleasurable noises as he sunk into her warm depths.

Relief swept through Maddison as his lips finally met hers. And she was thankful he swallowed up her noises as he pressed himself into her, she knew it would be a tight fit, and she didn’t want to wake the whole house with her noises of pain and pleasure. Her body acclimated itself to accommodate his size, leaving Maddison in a blissful state feeling him seated within her body. They were finally locked together. One. She closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the love she felt. She moved her hips upwards, slowly, giving a small grind of her hips, urging Alex on. She didn’t want to rush it, but her body had become overheated and overloaded by the pleasure of his sweet explorations and touches. One hand slipped down to his waist as the other braced itself on his shoulder. She lifted her knees and opened herself up to him more, allowing him to sink in a little deeper.

Alex deepened the kiss further as she moved her hips. He began to move his own, pressing in before withdrawing slightly, only to penetrate her once more. She was tight, warm and wet. Alex dealt rather hard, precise thrusts, rocking her body up against the bed; each one stimulating her clit.

Maddison kissed him with all the love and passion she had for him. As he started his thrusting, Maddison matched his rhythm, making it pleasurable for both of them, each thrust bringing great pleasure. Maddison smoothed her hands over her lovers’ body, delving her hand into his hair, trailing it down his neck and spine. Alex was a forceful lover, but Maddison enjoyed the hard, precise pounding. He wasn’t a greedy lover either, making sure she was stimulated with each blow. Again, Maddison wanted to speak, she wanted to murmur into his ear her love, but refrained. This was too perfect to spoil with words.

He hovered over the woman, leaning forward to bury his face against her neck to inhale her scent. It was such a pleasant scent.

Alex’s hand rose to cup her breast, teasing it as he continued to move against her; their skin wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, creating a sickenly sweet noise that echoed throughout the room – their own world.

Maddison arched her back to Alex’s touch on her breast. He was bringing her to heights of pleasure she’d never experience before. She was in awe of him. She kissed and nipped softly at his shoulder, inhaling his scent as well. It was masculine, heavenly, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

And that very hand drifted down her body to settle between her thighs, where he brushed her swollen clit, stroking it with added fervor. He brought his lips to hers once again; kissing away her moans and cries of pleasure as the pace of his thrusts increased.

As he applied attention to her clit again, and increased his pace, Maddison did indeed let loose with soft moans and gentle cries of pleasure. She could barely keep Alexs pace as he thrust in and out of her. Her grip on his body tightened, her small hands holding on to him as the telltale tingle from head to toe tickling its way through her and the knot formed in her lower abdomen. The more thrusting and attention Alex paid to Maddison, the tighter the knot formed, until finally it snapped. Maddison arched her back, pulling her lips away from Alex and let loose with a soft cry of pleasure, ecstasy washing through her core as her body was swept into bliss by her orgasm. She panted for breath as her inner walls clutched down on Alex’s stiff cock, spasming around him, pulling him in and releasing him, repeating the process, leaving Maddison humming out softly in her pleasure, her body coaxing Alex to sweet release.

The feeling of her inner walls clamping down around him, pulsing with need, drove him over the edge. Alex came, his body moving on its own as he leaned forward to nuzzle against the woman’s neck. He released soft noises of his own, letting Maddison know just how good she made him feel.

Hearing his noises elated Maddison. She wrapped her arms around him and embraced him to herself lovingly. She caught her breath, kissing his shoulder and moving a hand to run through his hair in a relaxing, loving manner. She sighed out contentedly, moving to kiss Alex’s neck, her body finally relaxing under his as she still had tiny shimmers of bliss sparking through her. He had made her feel so good. So beautiful. And he never said a word. All their love was expressed through touch. But sooner or later that had to end. Maddison just didn’t want to be the one to break the silence.

He rested against her, feeling lost in the silence. Alex kept his face hidden against her neck as he whispered “I love you” against her ear. He didn’t say it often, not like he should.

Maddison smiled against him. She believed him. She nodded against him, moving her lips against his neck, murmuring softly. “I love you, too…”

Alex finally pulled away and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Thank you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the woman. She looked so beautiful lying there in the afterglow.

Maddison didn’t understand why or what he was thanking her for. She simply nodded to him as he moved away and sat up on the edge of the bed. She was a little confused, but she tried not to let it get to her. She had wanted to hold him longer, but she knew he wasn’t the touchy-feely type, despite her wishes otherwise. There were just going to be some things he couldn’t provide for her, and she knew she would just have to get over them. She wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world, so she would make concessions and sacrifices. She offered a small smile in his direction and closed her eyes.

“Come to me…” he said softly.

Maddison opened her eyes to the sound of his voice. She sat up and nodded, moving to the edge of the bed, sitting beside him. She looked at him questioningly.

Well, to those of you who like Erotica, I hope you enjoyed that. I have several erotica novels to release in the future, after revisions. Some are fantasy, some are horror, and some are just regular angst filled star crossed lovers.

~mwah~


Mailing list thingy….

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~sigh~ I feel incredibly old tonight. Like, ‘hit young whipper-snappers with a stick’ old. Or ‘bite someone’ old. No one gets mad at a little old lady. I mean, in all honesty, when I’m a little old lady, massive groping of young mens perky behinds is the plan, cuz, yanno, who is gonna admonish an little old pervy lady?

Anyway…on to a topic I need help with. Okay, there’s lots of those, but we’ll stick to one tonight…

Okay, I admit the whole social media thing still throws me for a loop at times. Someone suggested I place a mailing list sign up on my site. ‘A wha…??’ was my response. There may have been some idiotic drooling, too. Sometimes that just happens naturally.

Anyway…so I read up on it and my first thought was ‘wouldn’t people get annoyed to get emails from me about this or that?’ and then I thought ‘well, if they were interested in my book, the upcoming books, and any promotions they might’.

So now I am researching ‘mailing list’ thingy-ma-jigs. Anyone use them? Anyone have suggestions? I’m shooting for ‘free, but nice and user friendly’.

Any help would be greatly appreciated guys and gals.

Special treat tomorrow hopefully…a short story that was inspired months ago by a post. Weeeee!


Music in the Writing world

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I read an interesting article on writing over the weekend that suggested that you DON’T listen to music when you’re writing. It suggested that you just listen to the ambient sounds around you. If your in a coffee shop, listen to the idle chatter or TV, at home, just listen to the sounds of the home. Conversations, etc.

Poop I say! The article implied that listening to your favorite tunes distracted you from your writing, rather than relax and inspire. That the music pulled your attention too much.

Poppycock.

Perhaps its simply personal opinion and comfortability. Maybe its your choice in music. The article didn’t say what sort of music to not listen to.

When I write, most of my music is movie scores, classical and instrumental. No lyrics. I can see how bee-bopping to lyrics could pull your attention a little, but really, if you love what you listen to, it can inspire you past rough points. Right now I am listening to Sia. My writing is coming along just fine. When I start working on Book Two here in a few minutes, I’m switching to a more mellow playlist to suit the mood of the chapter I’m working on. It needs to be emotion provoking. Sad, sorrowful.

My playlist is actually divided up that way. By emotions. If I need inspiration for a fight scene, well, I put on some powerful battle march type of music.

The uses in your writing with music are endless. That article was pooh in my opinion. And it wasn’t a ‘suggestion’ article. It said DON’T do this…DON’T do that.

And well…I’m a rebel dammit!! ~shakes a fist~


The complication of cats…

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Let the howling commence.

Talk about a guilt trip.

But, she wasn’t letting me get any work done. Total distraction with her cuteness. So I packed up to come to the coffee shop. Its blessedly peaceful here. And nobody is licking their butts. That’s always a plus.

I have to do something about fat cats dependence on me. I mean, its so frikkin sweet, but I worry about her when I go on extended absences. I want to get away, go to the beach for the weekend, and I just don’t want it filled with worry over fat cat.

My poor precious kitty.

Its really cold today. Like, in the 40’s. And it looks like it just may rain. Its just an all around crappy looking day outside. I wont stay at the coffee shop long. Its nice and warm in here, but unusually busy and noisy. My headphone aren’t blocking everything out.

I found some chapters of book two that need to be totally rewritten. Oh. Joy. All part of the process though, I guess.

WP is giving me fits. It wont let me reblog sometimes. I’m not a big ‘reblogger’, but when I find something outstanding, I’d like to share it. Someone suggested it was because they switched hosts, but I haven’t. Everything is based on WP for me.

At least my ‘like’ button still works. I like to let people know they are being read and appreciated. I should comment more than I do. Its a self confidence thing for me. I’m afraid of making an ass out of myself. Not like I don’t do that naturally. >_>

Well, off to dig into book two now. Its not going to massacre itself!


Write, right?

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So its quite late in the afternoon for me to be up and out and about, but I was sitting at home (wallowing) and decided the best course of action was to get out of there. I wanted coffee, that I did make, because come one, coffee shop coffee is usually better.

So I packed up the lappy and here I am. Home away from home.

I’ve gotten things done, too! I accidentally deleted everything in my email! Go me!

Thankfully, my most important things were in separate folders.

I have the spotlights ready for tomorrow.

And now I am working on my story. Just an added chapter I thought of while wallowing. Its coming along nicely.

My only complaint is that the coffee shop is a little crowded today with rambunctious and noisy people. It would be different if they were having quiet conversation…but no, they are loud and shouting and…speaking a language I have no understanding of. Maybe its supposed to be yelled.

My coffee is good though. And I got myself a sandwich in case I feel peckish.

I will admit my nerves are shot and my mood is down. I feel a depression coming on. I’ll work through it, however. I always do.

I was going to cook a nice dinner tonight, but I think I’ll say bugger it and eat noodles…or this sandwich…lol. The spawn can feed herself.

I’ve been reading more erotica lately, which makes me really want to start editing and publishing my own works. But that can wait. I’d like to get Addisons story out of the way first. Sales aren’t doing well at all. Non-existent nearly. But, I will still put out the second book, just for symmetry sake. I’m OCD like that.

Speaking of OCD…the blue of my shirt doesn’t match the blue of my pants slightly. Its bugging me. I almost want to go home and change. But I keep telling myself its so slight, you can only tell marginally in the direct sunlight. But still…I KNOW!!!!


Write, right?

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So its quite late in the afternoon for me to be up and out and about, but I was sitting at home (wallowing) and decided the best course of action was to get out of there. I wanted coffee, that I did make, because come one, coffee shop coffee is usually better.

So I packed up the lappy and here I am. Home away from home.

I’ve gotten things done, too! I accidentally deleted everything in my email! Go me!

Thankfully, my most important things were in separate folders.

I have the spotlights ready for tomorrow.

And now I am working on my story. Just an added chapter I thought of while wallowing. Its coming along nicely.

My only complaint is that the coffee shop is a little crowded today with rambunctious and noisy people. It would be different if they were having quiet conversation…but no, they are loud and shouting and…speaking a language I have no understanding of. Maybe its supposed to be yelled.

My coffee is good though. And I got myself a sandwich in case I feel peckish.

I will admit my nerves are shot and my mood is down. I feel a depression coming on. I’ll work through it, however. I always do.

I was going to cook a nice dinner tonight, but I think I’ll say bugger it and eat noodles…or this sandwich…lol. The spawn can feed herself.

I’ve been reading more erotica lately, which makes me really want to start editing and publishing my own works. But that can wait. I’d like to get Addisons story out of the way first. Sales aren’t doing well at all. Non-existent nearly. But, I will still put out the second book, just for symmetry sake. I’m OCD like that.

Speaking of OCD…the blue of my shirt doesn’t match the blue of my pants slightly. Its bugging me. I almost want to go home and change. But I keep telling myself its so slight, you can only tell marginally in the direct sunlight. But still…I KNOW!!!!


More laziness

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Last night was way un-productive. I found myself on Netflix again. World War Z. I had to get a zombie fix.

And today, things just aren’t looking too bright. Even though I went to bed at a decent hour, I feel utterly run through. I got up, got dressed, gathered my things, went to the coffee shop…then went through the drive-thru, ordered and came home. I have no desire to do anything. I’m tired, and a little cranky.

So, I think I will sit here with fat-cat today. She needs some mommy time, I think.

This crazy weather we’re having may have me in my weird mood. I mean, its been getting into the 60s during the day, but at night its cold, dropping into the 20-30 degree range.

Hey, I know, I shouldn’t complain…but this is the South…anything under 65 degrees is just uncalled for.

There’s a reason I love living in the South, and that’s the mild winters. This one is mild, but a little screwy.

And I just cant get over how tired I am. I can not seem to wake up and perk up.

After reading someone elses blog regarding February’s NaBloPoMo, I think I’ve decided not to participate for the month. I’ve done it every month since November. I’ll still cross post anything I put here over to there, but I’m not going to work so hard to post every day. I’ve been stressing too much on that little subject, and you shouldn’t stress over something like making a daily blog post. I have a book that needs writing. My focus needs to go there.

Not that I wont bedazzle you all with my brilliance and blunders! Never fear!


Being discouraged

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So, I a back, as you can see. Thank you all for your patience, and show of support.

Its good to be back, really.

My mood is in a funk, however. More irritation than anything.

I was on my way out this morning, and told ‘whats the hurry, you don’t have a job.’

UntitledSo, evidently to this person writing books isn’t a ‘job’.

I think I hate this person.

Anyway. I’m here in the safety of my coffee shop. Maybe its not a job, but I still have a book to write.

I am also considering a change of scenery, as in…a move. My daughter is grown and more than capable of taking care of herself. I am considering moving closer to either my older sister, or perhaps my parents, which would mean another country altogether.

I really hate leaving this area though. I’m comfortable here. My doctors are here. I know where to go when I need something. Its just…comfortable.

But maybe its time for a change. New place, new people. The familiar faces of family. I really hate the thought of leaving my daughter though, and she wouldn’t be able to just conveniently visit, especially if I moved to be closer to my parents. They live down in Guatemala. Moving to be closer to my older sister would just have me moving about 4 hours away, to Atlanta, Ga..  I really hate Atlanta, though. Its too big for me.

The other problem with moving to be close to my parents, is I don’t speak a lick of Spanish. I have a hard time just ordering at Taco Bell. 😛

~sighs~

So, I am pretty discouraged with things right now. Very stressed. I hate being stressed. I cant focus on the things I need to when stressed. I’m easily distracted, and find myself sitting here with my mind wondering.

Blah.

Its time to get back on the ball, however. I have an inbox full of mail, a couple days worth of blog posts to read through, etc.. And then getting back to work on book two. But, seeing as it isnt a ‘job’, I guess I wont rush.


Trudging on…

281375aa2ca9b1103fb9b6fc283278acSo I’ve been a good productive little nut job since my last post.

I admit, I cried a little. The things falling apart like they did hurt my feelings…I took it personally and still don’t know what to do with the gaming character. Her little black heart will be broken when I decide to pull her out of ‘lock-down’ mode.

But in the meantime, I’ve come to the coffee shop and gotten some work done on book two. There’s SO MUCH MORE WORK TO DO!!! GAH!!!

But, I’m enjoying it. Yanno, when you write, especially novels, you go over it again and again and again. So, I started at chapter one this morning. I remodeled a little, reworded, all those little fine tuning things. I’m pleased. After I post this, I’m moving on to chapter two to revisit it, hopefully revise and improve.

Last night…or the wee hours of this morning rather, I looked into one of my erotica novels that I haven’t looked at in ages. I smiled. A lot. I hope that when I publish my smut, those interested in the genre will enjoy it. I’ll give a little glimpse into the two separate series at a later date. Right now I want to focus on the follow up to The Road of Darkness.

I had myself a little personal size pizza and I have one of my favorite coffees here next to the lappy and despite being all bummed out about gaming affairs, I am happy with the day so far. Granted, I’ll probably go home and mope and cry some more. I’ll get over it eventually.

Oh, and my truck. My beautiful beloved beast has to go into the shop for the entire weekend. WAH! No coffee shop…unless I have my spawn drive me around. I hate asking her. >_<

My brakes are shot and my compressor went out. ~dies~ Oh, and I could use four new tires, but they are going to have to wait.

Still working on tomorrows Spotlights. One of my scheduled peeps hasn’t gotten back to me since my last email…so there may be a little shifting in the scheduling going on.

The offer to be in the spotlight for a week is still on for anyone who hasn’t emailed me. And if you have emailed me and I didn’t get back to you…I’m so sorry…email me again!!! When I got sick I sort of let my inbox fall into disarray. I feel so bad. >_<

zoeambler@zoeambler.com or zoe.ambler5@gmail.com

Oh…a little stab at my little heart as I sit here…a customer here at the coffee shop (I have headphones on, but I can still hear) is mocking my book. ~sighs~ He’s making comments about ‘twilight style’ and ‘teeny bopper’ vampire fiction. “I only like stuff like Trueblood…blah blah blah…” The Barista, Ashley, just told him “you haven’t even read the summary! This is a ‘grown up’ vampire book! It just doesn’t have porn…”

People are mean.This is why I don’t socialize more and try to be in my own little world. People can really suck sometimes.

At least my Baritas up here love me.

Yes. I’m going to go home and sulk and cry some more. I don’t cry often, maybe I need to do so and get it all out. That’s what normal girls do, right? lol.  😀


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