Not a Resolution, A Vow

I can use everyone else's excuse, that it is the holidays...

...but in the new year it is down to business for me and this blog and my writing.


"So what else is in your library?" he says rubbing against her in a way that would have been offensive if they had not just come out of that bathroom.

If they had not just come.

"So you read place book here--have you read place book here?"

He scratches his head, looks at her.

"Does it really matter? I am coming with you."

They walk out of the cafe.

She wipes sugar from still between her fingers.


I need to place books!

One Foot in Front of the Other

...but didn't I learn from NaNo that the thing is just to write?

She wipes sugar off her thighs like sand, and looks at him.
His smile is the kind that could be nice or it could just be that his lips are turned up.

I have a bit of a block and bit of a time limit, but the thing is that I am not going to fool around anymore.

There are stories inside me, I just have to tear them out.

She could not resist raising the grains of sugar that were still on her fingers to her mouth.
She loved the taste of sugar.
And right then she was not sure what was sweeter.
This stranger.
Or the sugar that was dissolving in her mouth as she debated.

The Thing Is...

So I finished NaNo. I am proud.

But I have not been able to determine my relationship to this blog and erotica. It is still the medium that I love more than anything, but I have not been able to write anything erotic.

I was asked by a friend do I write erotica? I absolutely do, and read it too. But I have not been able to work with the medium...

I am not sure when was the last time I felt inspiration...

...but didn't I learn from NaNo that the thing is just to write? So shall conjure the continuation to the last fragment I wrote?

She wipes sugar off her thighs like sand, and looks at him.

NaNo, NaNo

I was working on NaNo--and I am proud to say that my word count is such that I should be posting a NaNo winner poster on my blog shortly.

I'll be blogging then, and visiting the Fishtank more often too...

...maybe even expounding more on that story I was working on when I started this blog.

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I am just coming off of Library Thing, and the oddest thing--my last post was an unintentional story beginning. I am posting what I wrote and hoping to expound upon it some fine day:

A man and a woman meet in a cafe. He asked her for sugar. She reaches over, hands packets to him. In handing it to him, his fingers are the softest thing she has ever touched she thinks to herself. Goes back to her coffee. The man touches her again inadvertently because he is interested in the book she is reading. The texture of the book and her hand contrast to him. He rubs the sugar off of his fingers as they discuss her copy of place book here... The same man and woman meet. She whispers in his ear she has a type of sugar she would like to offer him privately. They go into the cafe bathroom, have sex in every possible way.