Archive for August, 2007

I really want to have the surgery and my wanting is bad enough to literally STOP ME dead in my tracks from overeating. This may be the first time in my life I’ve actually thought about what is going into my hand before it reaches my gob.

I posted this over at LapBandTalk, and yanno…it’s true! My brain is now officially tied to my hand and mouth.

“Okay, Mom! When you get skinny we’re going to dress like sluts and rock out at a Shakira concert! I want people to mistake us for sisters!”

So sayeth my 15.5 year old daughter.

I have so much to look forward to.

Darr

he put her down on soft cool moss
at the paling of the sky
the cool morning air
encompassing them
the shifter and his lady

lips pressing
tongues speaking
the sensual language of love
lives fusing on the loom of fate
a thread without an ending

like a distant harp
playing the winds of chance
making the streams of time unite
each stroke, each touch, each gentle caress

a symphony of early desires
and lives forever joined

pleasures deep

vibrations strong
to rock the very earth
the rhythmical, ancient magic
of the animal passion in us all

she cried aloud as he loosed her soul

and stole the treasures there
and with her swaying beneath his weight
they knew each other well

and so it was between them

of love so bold and spirits joined
by flesh and conscious binding
that even time could never
sever the bonds
of their reuniting

I wrote this poem, which my cousin set to music, a literal dark age ago. I wish you could hear Rod play it on his guitar. I must figure out how to upload a sound byte! Anywho…”The Orca King, II” uses snippets of this poem in the story. The naughty snippets. The above-poem has been modified from its original version–which was entitled “The Lady and the Bard” and was heavily tied into an unfinished tale of mine. Someday…

Here are some title idea for TOKII. I like the bolded titles best. What’s your opinion?

Holding On for Deer Life (I’m kidding)

Magic Happens

An Avenue of the Heart

Bridging Gaps

The Bridge

By Her Scent Alone

Ruling the King

Exposing the Man, the Myth, the King

Man, Myth, King, Snark

Debunking the King

Magic Time

The Book Snark (The Orca King, II)

The Book Snark: An Orca King Tale

Man, Myth, Snark

I’m using a “spoiler font” below to share a naughty excerpt from “The Orca King, II” which still doesn’t have a “real” title yet. I’m pretty sure this scene will be re-written a bit, as it’s kind of clunky, but what the heck: Enjoy! You do know how to work a spoiler font….right? (scroll your mouse down and highlight the big “white space” — there’s text hidden there)

Rule clenched her fists. I wish I could write! I hope I live to remember this! This would make one hell of a paranormal erotic romance.

Tommy encircled his lips around Tavis’ flaccid penis.

Rule thought she’d orgasm on the spot. She clenched her legs. It’s like watching Yaoi in the making, and it is freakin’ exciting! But neither of them is gay. Even better!

Tavis moaned again and gingerly moved one of his hands to Tommy’s head. Rule could see Tavis’ shaft swelling with each stroke of Tommy’s mouth. Tommy had good technique. When Tavis was fully erect, he pumped his strong right hand around the shaft so that the sensitive penile head could be quickly caressed in this mouth.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I can see your bulge from here,” Rule said.

Tommy lifted his mouth from Tavis’ penis. “It’s not about that—but yes, I am enjoying it.”

“Well, I’m enjoying it. Are you going to do him, too? Roll him over and give him what-for?” Rule asked.

I think Anthony Bourdain of Food Network and The Travel Channel fame is freakin’ handsome. He is the “bad boy” I’d like to write about someday. He is so deliciously naughty. I DVR “No Reservations.” If he didn’t smoke, he would be perfect. However, the ciggies only ad to his “bad boy” image.

He is hysterically evil. A snark of cooks.

I loved his No Reservations in Iceland. As an Icelandophile, I relish the adventurous palates of those who try the rather uniquely gruesome traditional dishes of descendants of Vikings.

All righty then. I admit to having a day job. It’s not the job of my heart, but I enjoy it and it has rad benefits. If I could have those benefits writing, man…that would be the life.

However, that said, I had to do a bulk mailing for le day job today. I loathe the whole bulk mail scenario. The only thing that makes it worthwhile are the incredibly helpful, happy, smiling POSTAL WORKERS of the Bellingham bulk mail office. They are so freakin’ nice!

That said, I bent and stopped and hauled and schlepped for about 3.5 hours today. Sweated, panted, got all hot and sticky and am somehow going to figure out how to count that into my calorieking exercise points!

I’m pretty sure I’ve lost closer to 15 lbs, too. If I could hit that bulk mail scale at 5:00 a.m., nekkid and shoeless, then we’d know for sure

Darr

Since August 9th I’ve averaged 889 calories per day. I’ve walked 120+ minutes per week and since some of my shirts “fit better,” I’m pretty sure I’ve lost weight.

My step-mother showed me a really cool exercise to combat my lower back pain when I walk. It worked like a charm. I am completely without lower back pain tonight. Now, how to get rid of the tightness above my ankles when I walk…

I am another day closer!