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.