It was so real …

Like many authors, I have a day job.  And a teenager.  And a life.

So, I write when I can.  A couple of hours in the evening, as much as I can on weekends.  Scribbling notes furiously at lunchtime.  Sitting in the customer lounge, waiting while my car is serviced…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oops! I said my car! My car is being serviced! (Perk of being a writer: you can let your thoughts take you anywhere …anywhere.)

This past week, I did something different. I took the entire week off specifically to work on my current novel. There was some procrastinating, but mostly, I worked diligently. I had a complete draft at the beginning of the week, and wanted to spend the time editing.

It was an enlightening experience. I’ve never been able to spend such a large amount of time with my characters all at once. Immersing myself in their story, so deeply, and without interruption proved intoxicating! I fell asleep in my story at night, and woke up with my characters in the morning. It reminded me of the clear and unfettered imagination of my youth.

This is what it must be like to be a full-time writer! Days spent watching the story you created as it unfolds. Arguing with your characters when they won’t do or say what you want them to. Feeling their joy and their hurt as you lovingly guide them on their journey. I’m so sorry, Claire, that I made you weep so much!

Today is “back to reality,” and I feel as if I’m waking from a dream. I did not know I was still capable of being so deeply absorbed in the fantasies of my own mind. And while I don’t mind too much that I need to wash clothes and dishes, and run to the grocery store, I feel just slightly despondent, because I don’t know if the same Claire and Aaron will greet me when next I sit down at my desk to type. Will we still be as intimate as we have been the past week?

I hope so! Claire still needs to navigate the labyrinth of shame and guilt she is trapped in, and I’m pretty sure only I can help her. And Aaron? Well, who wouldn’t want to come home to him?

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One Night (A Fantasy) – Part 1

A light scent of lavender wafted up when she opened the drawer. She sunk her hands into the soft, silky jumble, smiling, running her fingers pantiesover her array of lingerie. She was looking for something specific, something skimpy, and sexy, and soft – a pair of black lace panties, that, when she put them on, would hug her ass snugly, and outline her lips – provocatively, not blatantly. She spotted what she was looking for and fished the panties out.

“Perfect!” she thought, bending to slip them on. She straightened, and pulled them up, turning to preen in front of the mirror. She frowned, wishing she still had the body of her youth, not that she’d appreciated it when she had it. She shook her head and shrugged. It would simply have to do. She returned her attention to the lingerie drawer.

What should she wear? He liked sexy underclothes, but getting undressed was an important element tonight. She shivered with anticipation, thinking of him fumbling with the zipper on her pants, and became decidedly damp when she imagined him pulling them down.

“Careful, girly,” she said to herself. “You’re going to have to change underwear if you keep thinking like that.” She looked at all the pretty silk. “Why not both?” she thought, and picked out a lacy red teddy. It was nylon, not silk, but it stretched and clung to her body, and accentuated her tits. He’d like that, she was sure of it. So she slipped it on. She grabbed her jeans and shimmied into them, tucking the teddy in.

This was not a bad look, just like that, she thought. But no, she wanted him to undress her. She riffled through her blouses. Unbutton, or pull off? She couldn’t decide. Her favorite floral chiffon top caught her eye. It did have buttons, but could be slipped easily over her head, as well. She’d wear that one, and let him decide.

She neatened up the room, and went to the kitchen. She opened a bottle of wine, not sure if, or when, they might drink it, but he had once intimated that he would enjoy licking wine off her breasts, so she figured it was best to be prepared.

She looked at the clock. Less than an hour. She was so excited, she couldn’t stay still. He was coming this time, surely he was. He had promised. He wasn’t going to disappoint her again. He wanted this as much as she did. Didn’t he?

She checked her makeup, and brushed her long auburn hair yet again. She was so nervous! Why? She’d done this before. It was because tonight it was him. The man who, through design, or chance, had managed to tap her deepest desires. She had wanted him for so long. And tonight! Tonight, she would finally feel his touch, hear his voice, taste his kisses.

lipsShe realized her hands were shaking. She reapplied her dark, vibrant lipstick. The sun had set, so she made sure there was soft lighting in the bedroom, and in the front room. She didn’t want any harsh light to start off with. He was younger than she, and despite having entertained younger men before with no complaint, she was still self-conscious about her age.

Her heart skipped when she heard his car in the drive.  “Oh, god,” she said, trying to catch her breath, putting her hand to her chest, as though it would still her fluttering heart. When he knocked, she walked to the door. She stood perfectly still for one second before taking a deep breath, and opening it.

Her eyes widened with pleasure as her gaze swept over him, taking in his height – he was tall, she loved that! It was cold outside, so he was wearing a coat, but she got a sense of his body, the jeans that hung just right on his narrow hips.

“Hi,” she said, smiling. “Come in.” He walked through the door, and dropped his bag. They stood there, and she stayed still as his eyes now raked over her. She willed herself not to give the “What do you think?” questioning shrug.

“You came,” she said breathlessly, and stepped close to him.

“I did,” he responded, and reached out, pulling her to him. Her arms snaked up around his shoulders and she turned her face up to him.

“I’m so glad,” she whispered just before she felt his lips on hers. It was the kiss she had dreamed of …

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to be continued

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The Internet is SO Shiny! The Uneasy Author/Internet Relationship

The author/internet relationship is never easy.

As a writer, I love the Internet. There is no better tool for researching even the most minute of details. I needed a timeline of cell phone development – when did they become commonplace? When did texting become the most prevalent form of communication? At what point did a camera become standard on a smartphone? When did phones become smart?phone

The novel I am working on now scans decades, and It was only a couple chapters in that I recalled cell phones were not widely used prior to the 90s, and texting and connectivity came even later. A quick Google search returned a number of results that gave me the details I needed.  Did you know that the Nokia 3510, released in 2001, had a functional calendar, and an FM radio? Très cool …

It is so convenient to be able to find the menu of a particular restaurant, an exotic vacation destination, or the name of an interior design technique without ever leaving your desk. You are already at your computer, because it is here that a writer works. It allows you to keep the rhythm of your writing while not requiring a come back to this notation. “1978,” you can type with confidence, “was the year of the Great Blizzard.”

On the other hand …

As a writer, I hate the Internet. It is so damn shiny! It is so easy to be distracted from the task at hand. So many ways to veer off track and waste some time! There is social media (FacebookTwitterPinterestInstagram and more!), news, videos, cooking sites, travel sites, history, humor, pictures, shopping, books, discussion forums from a-z, pages with lists of links to things you never even knew you wanted to look at, and CATS! So many cats!phembly

And all that is before you’ve even opened the file containing your current project!

Even when you are really working you can be so easily sidetracked! For instance, for this article, I found myself scanning articles and looking at old pictures of the snowstorm that paralyzed Michigan in 1978. That was a helluva storm! Or when researching cell phones, I read about the Motorola Razr, and remembered when I had one, I hacked it so I could use my own ringtone … which led to finding the song, which reminded me of another song … and next thing I know, I’ve spent 45 minutes listening to old songs I love on youtube.

While it’s true I do get a giggle out of telling people that part of my job is scrolling through endless picture of hot guys, this can be a serious pitfall. Go to the Adobe stock photography site, and do a search for “sexy man” You’ll see what I mean! I don’t consider that time wasted, by any means, as marketing is part of our job, and a romance writer needs pictures, but certainly it can be a distraction (albeit a super pleasant one).

So what is the solution? I do not know. Most days, I can put my blinders on, and stay focused. Other days, I strike an acceptable balance.

Then there are the days I am so completely distracted, I wonder if I should be writing a retro sci-fi story about what the Great Blizzard of ’78 would have been like if hot guys had cell phones back then …

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melting snow, hot kiss

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Resolution for the New Year

Write something every day. Every single day! Whether a chapter, or a blog post, an article for my newsletter, or a guest post somewhere.  Twitter posts and Facebook updates do not count. The criteria will be meaningful content that moves my current projects along.

I’ve become so lazy! I will do better in 2017. Plan for the year:

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I still have a week to get started with my new habit …

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all!

The Stunning Wit of Dorothy Parker

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I am in love with Dorothy Parker this week. I like to think she and I would have been great friends. It’s said she sharpened her tongue in the morning after brushing her teeth. She was a wise, witty woman. A bit ahead of her time, perhaps, but her words transcend such constructs.

Dorothy Parker on writing:

I can’t write five words but that I change seven.

If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.

I’m not a writer with a drinking problem, I’m a drinker with a writing problem

I’d like to have money. And I’d like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that’s too adorable, I’d rather have money.

On sex:

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

It’s a small apartment, I’ve barely enough room to lay my hat and a few friends.

Ducking for apples – change one letter and it’s the story of my life

On love:

Look at him, a rhinestone in the rough.

By the time you swear you are his, shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is infinite and undying- Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.

On life:

I don’t care what is written about me so long as it isn’t true.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

I shall stay the way I am because I do not give a damn.

And my all-time favorite:
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The Allure of a One Night Stand

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Sometimes you meet a guy, and there is an instant flash of desire. It is obvious when he feels it too. But, you’re just getting over a heartbreak, or your schedule does not permit time for dating, or you just do not want to be in a relationship right now. It doesn’t mean you don’t want sex! And here is this hot guy, right in front of you, making your thoughts wander, and your juices flow.

You have options. You can ignore his kissable lips, and the tight tug of desire you feel between your legs. You can flirt, and nothing more, satisfied simply by knowing you are still desirable. You can tease him (and yourself), and indulge in some heavy making out – in a secluded corner of whatever location you find yourselves in, or maybe even in your car. Any of these choices will surely lead to a satisfying encounter with your vibrator when you get home.

There is, however, another, better option: Invite him to your bed or accept an invitation to his. Get a hotel room if there is one close by. One night stands are so hot, so sexy, so satisfying! You are under no obligation to do anything except enjoy yourself. Sex without emotional and attachment expectations allows you to be free and open with your sexuality, and to be as little or as much of yourself as you want.one-night2

While mutual pleasure is the goal, there are no requirements when you hook up like this. Don’t feel like giving him a blowjob? Don’t. Want to be on top? Push him back on the bed and ride him to a mind blowing orgasm. Only keep in mind, that it is the same for him, so he may not go down on you, and he will want to take you from behind (don’t they always?), but it’s fine. This is not true love, the only commitment is pleasure. He’s not going start or end the evening by saying, “You never wear a garter,” because it isn’t a relevant statement.

When it’s over, send him home, or dress and leave. No need to worry about drooling while you sleep, nor be disturbed by snoring. No awkward morning moments worrying about smeared mascara, morning breath, or whether or not you pee too loud. On the other hand, you don’t really have to worry about any of that if you choose not to. If you both think it would be great to wake up together and do it again, by all means, go for it. You can even cook him breakfast before sending him on his way. If you want.

That’s the point. The liaison is a series of choices you make, with none of the compromise or considerations you have to make when navigating the dating, leading to a relationship path. Because really, who cares? The plan is to never see him again anyway.

Do not, under any circumstances, expect him to call you and ask you out to dinner. Think very carefully about how you respond if he asks for your number. Sometimes the sex is so good, and the euphoric afterglow is so pleasant, that your initial reaction is a desire to recreate the experience. Remember why you did this in the first place. The second you give him your phone number, you are creating an expectation. What if he doesn’t call you? What if, later in the day, you realize what you wanted is what you wanted – last night. You may well be completely happy to leave things just as they are.

It is not impossible to have a string of hot, sexy nights in the same vein, but there is risk involved. Preparing for such an encounter can begin to feel a lot like dating. The initial thrill was that there was no preparation – it just happened. These passionate moments cannot be orchestrated. Spontaneity is the key.

Everyone likes good sex! I’m not suggesting that you should rule out a repeat performance as a matter of course. Just be sure you both know what you expect / want / need out of any further meetings. At this point, there is an obligation – that you be honest with him, and with yourself, about what you are doing, thinking, and feeling. He needs to be forthcoming, as well.

Sometimes, one night of unbridled passion is exactly what you need. A lust filled connection, that leaves you smiling and feeling sexy is good for your ego. It’s probably good for his, too, but who cares? This was for you.

WARNING! One night stands are not for everyone. Some people need an emotional connection and/or a relationship to be comfortable getting naked and intimate. You want to feel good, happy and satisfied after the impromptu bout of hot sex with a stranger. If you think you would be uncomfortable, or think it would cause you any guilt or shame, don’t do it! There is absolutely nothing wrong with your vibrator.