My hairdresser surprised me yesterday by wrapping one of her SMALLER animal-print capes around me. I’ve lost enough of my body habitus to don a smaller cape with a smaller neckline.

This was actually, one of my goals. The first one met!

And well met, it was!

Darr

Let’s speak briefly about

Hrithik Roshan

an Indian actor of some fame across the pond.

I’ve never seen one of his movies.
I have friends who saw him on a huge flat screen TV at another friend’s house and were completely gobsmacked.

The man is lovely.
Bollywood here I come!

I am inspired.

My stable tale is coming along nicely, but as I plot the evil actions of the trafficker in it, I became incredibly inspired to write a M/M paranormal that is steeped with all the weird sh*t I am apparently famous for.

Opening scene: M/M lovers being burned at the stake (and/or having their entrails spilled and set on fire with c*ck and b*lls cut off and inserted orally) as witches in a FUTURE time in a place called New Salem. Lukas (burned at the stake) travels across the mountains of death intent on finding his lover, Jonathan, in another life.

The possibilities for their reincarnations are endless. Perhaps mindless…oh, no! I’m plotting this one out and having a blast.

And then I’m working out the next “Eventide” tale, too! The woman who would be king. Yeah…she’s one tough b*tch.

So, what’s filling your mind these days?

Darr

I somehow need to figure out how to write at horse shows. A portable desk? I guess I can sit in the HEATED “office” area until my daughter is showing. Tables, chairs. It’s kind of nice. As opposed to, you understand, the covered outside arena with cold wooden benches (bring a blanket to sit on) and the smell of horses all day long.

I like being a “horse mom” (think: soccer mom), but darn…I don’t have to watch if my daughter isn’t riding! I could write!

Thinking ahead…oooo…and next time, I bring a snack.

Darr