On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

My writing blog has passed 2,500 hits. Considering I don't do a huge amount of self-promotion, and almost everything I post is 100 words, and most of the those are installments on a single story, that's not a bad hit count at all. I know some folks get more than that on their fan fic pieces in two weeks or less, but for original fiction, that's an ( Read more... )

Publishers Weekly has awarded the author of Fifty Shades of Grey Publishing Person of the Year.


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In a little town not too far away, but not nearly close enough, there is a delightful farm-to-table restaurant with a menu to die for. I went first with ariadne1 and her Mama. I had duck confit, which I will never attempt to make. It was divine, and the rest of the meal was delightful. We went back again, and I ordered a breakfast casserole. This was not ( Read more... )

There is nothing quite like the combination of a really great workout, a nice work outfit, and sexy, sexy boots to make a girl feel good about herself first thing in the morning. So what if I'm going to creak every time I move tomorrow? I found new toys at the gym, and that makes me stupid happy.

The goddamned kitchen is painted. Every one of us did some part of it. I fixed some of what others did, because that's what happens when I cede control. Whatever. It's done, for the nonce. I will have an art brush in hand to touch up small flaws, probably for a couple of weeks. In the meantime, most of my kitchen stuff is back in the kitchen, and ( Read more... )

and therefore tired.  I have been harboring some mad virus or germ or something for the past several days. Pretty much since I took off work to hang out with my husband and fix up the kitchen. Have I rested? Hell no. I've moved appliances, scrubbed walls and floor, unscrewed hardware, shopped for various and sundry supplies for sprucing up the ( Read more... )

I switched gears and entered a flash fiction that was sexy instead of scary (though not explicit... this time), and here's what it got me:


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Angus comes home tonight, and will be home for at least two weeks. After that, it could be a ski resort in CO or a stint at headquarters in DC. Unless, of course, his interviews for promotion here at home go very well, in which case he may come off the road all together. Let us pray...

My hair is now very close to the color my hair should be - ( Read more... )

Angus comes home Friday, and we are both terribly excited. The boys are, too.

I am so cute today, I can hardly stand myself.  Okay, so my hair isn't all that cute, but I have a salon appt at 3:30, so that will be dealt with in short order.

Working out is an amazing cure for when my head gets all screwed up. I think it's time to call the personal ( Read more... )