a pleasant rejection

I submitted a bit of a half assed story to Kristina's Best Erotic Romance collection a while back, only really because she asked - I was expecting a pretty instant rejection (because there was just no way that was 'best erotic romance' as far as I was concerned) but it kept not coming for ages and ages - then someone else got one and I wondered why I hadn't yet and resisted writing to ask for it :)

Well, it came this morning and it was such a good rejection! The story had been shortlisted and ultimately the balance was tipped for something a bit different, which takes any sting out of the whole thing.

I haven't subbed much, because I am writingly challenged and lazy, perhaps, so this is my first rejection - and as rejections go, I am incredibly happy about it! Kristina is a Thoughtful Editor, and very nice with it and I appreciate it a lot. 

I have to post this

Sorry for the size, I'm sure you can click for big. I love this, if only for the fact that shy Catholic women (and mothers) sometimes refer to their genitalia as 'their Mary' - and now I know why! 

cuteness?

Now. A confession re political correctness. It's difficult these days - sometimes I do really like things, and then smarter women than I swoop in with words like objectification and sexism and one sort of gaze or another and I do see their point and it makes me think - but it doesn't always stop me liking things.

I think it's good to be aware, better be aware than be one of those dullards who can't see beyond surface significance.

But this looks like fun, nudity needs to be more everyday, I think, and I want to know if they got chased away before they finished the pose. :) 

self assured vintage

You'd look happy too... 

...if you had a posterior like mine.

ahem

Ha. This makes me laugh:

All these variations on the original are funny, I like the Keep Calm And Eat A Cupcake one too.

The whole Daddy thing used to so not be for me, it just made me squirm, being the pschologically attuned little writer that I am. A little too aware of my own issues to be comfortable with this one.



And yet... as the days go by and life spins further out of control, god help me, the idea is gaining attraction.

crumble

My hands smell of vanilla and whiskey and apples and flour brown sugar and butter and spice. I washed them, but the water's not hot, and why would you want to wash that scent away, anyway?

It's so good. What beauty we have at our disposal.

Soon the crumble aroma will start to float out of the oven and fill the house too, juicy fruit and crisp, spicy sugary topping. I'll whip cream. And we'll chase this rainy day away.

I'll come back with a photo in a bit

This picture made me think of a story, today, one I wrote and submitted but is hanging in anthology limbo. I didn't get a rejection, but the antho is on hold, I guess... a sad little situation for the book and my story, really. It's about a chase and a hunt and some sex while tied to a tree... hmm, maybe I've said too much.

I didn't realise it at the time, but the flogger that's in the story, most probably looks just like this one. All dark red and pretty.

It's one of those stories where I'm describing things I actually have no idea about - I just sent it to someone who does, to read, and that makes me feel all squirmy. It's hard to explain. I'm not going to, it's hardly appropriate here :)

But god bless my imagination, let's hope it doesn't get me humiliated this time.

I hope that story gets to see the light of day soon, though, I like it. I like the photo too. Is it the shoes? The toy? Her ass? All of the above, I suppose, and her hair and shoulders too.

(p)ink sheets

doodling

I have to confess, that I had a habit of doodling the occasional penis when I was in school. I don't find myself doing it any more, now that I think about it. I hope I wasn't alone in that teen habit...