I've been meaning to post for a while. I had some really "interesting" customers lately and other odd things happened at work. But as I'm on vacation, I don't want to think about work.

I came across a few websites:

Here's an (NSFW) article about a book (almost an ad) explaining how to be a good top. It had some things I hadn't thought of and might add to the next story I write with on-screen sex in it.

And here a story about three guy who love each other. Two are married and one of them works half the year on a TV show (behind the scenes). The article talks about the trials of being a threesome (from jealousy to getting a hotel room). The author says people ask about sex, but I was wondering more about what they slept on. They are all big men and I was guessing a king would be crowded. Especially when they invite other big men into their bed.


I heard this on the audio book I'm listening to: Young people these days (written and set in the 30s) "actually take refuge in irony, which should be reserved for the middle aged."

It's Death in Ecstasy by Ngaio Marsh. I probably wouldn't listened to more if this was the first book I'd listened to. It's got some really stereotyped gay boys in it. I'm not sure how much of the lisp, etc. it the guy reading it. The characters in the story get annoyed by them and Main calls them hothouse boys: one the black orchid and the other the yellow rose. He doesn't come across as the nice guy he seemed in the other two books I listened to (book 6 and 8, this was 4, the woman reading those did a much better job too).

I made a purse on Sunday, but I find I am suddenly unable to post pictures
Front    That picture doesn't have the Tree of Life in the bottom corner. 
Back
Under flap

and here's the tiny phone sized purse I made last month. It holds my phone, wallet, keys, headphones, and chapstick. 

So yesterday was my 24th wedding anniversary, so my husband and I headed into Portland without a plan other than to have a good time together. We rode the north half streetcar loop, ate at a food cart, rode the bus to the Pittock mansion (built and lived in by people who shaped the city), got lost on Forest Park, then rode the Max, WES, and bus home. Google made a slide show but only two of the photos show up on my computer while seventeen show up on my phone.

And I've finally finished my book (business) cards and my web site is working (let me know if you think it needs anything). So now I can hand them out to people I know in real life.

When searching for the link to my book on Amazon, I noted the five reviews. Now if they were on FP or lj, I'd read them in a second whether they liked the story or not. But I'm scared to look. I read an author's blog where a guest author said to embrace reviews. Good one boost you and bad one teach you. But I'm not sure I want to do that to myself. 

I had last week off, so I came on Saturday to check this weeks schedule and fill out paperwork so I'd get paid for my days off. My husband and I did a bit of shopping and then when I got to the Floral department, I got the schedule clipboard out of the back room and set it on the counter. A couple, with two small girls came in and got a cart. As they were pushing it passed the roses, the little girl threw up. I hurriedly finished writing down the days and went to help (stood beside the mess, reassured the mother everything was ok, and kept people from walking through it (the last is much harder than you'd expect. Customers will move carts & yellow cones and walk through the grossest stuff to not have to back up and walk an extra ten feet). I was so distracted that I had to go back later to fill out the paperwork.

Then along comes Tuesday and I get home from my walk (morning for a change) and my daughter tells me work called. I was supposed to be there at 9am. It's 11:40. I rush around frantically and get to work just before 1. Sigh. It was my own fault. I'd written down Wednesday.

So yesterday when I was asked to come in to move the Valentine's merchandise (Grocery not Floral) to the seasonal display, I had no problem stopping what I was in the middle of, since I'd planned on working that day anyway.




Title: Be My Queen
Chapter: Three of twenty-four
Genre: romance, het bi/trans
Rating: PG
Content: flirting, mis-sung lyrics, temptation, touches, almost a kiss, awkward questions, a change of setting, a rented car, a want come true
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Diego needs to get to know his shy beauty better. Lavender just wants a week of happiness.

Diego tucked Lavender’s hand around his arm. The street lights bounced off the low clouds, making them glow. This had never been his favorite sky, but tonight, standing by Lavender, it was.

( I don’t need to be got. You already have me )

Happy New Year.

Lavender’s need to keep her secrets shuts her off from the world, but when Diego coaxes her from her shell, she finds just how close her dreams have always been.


Title: Be My Queen
Chapter: Chapter One of twenty-four
Genre: romance, het, bi/trans
Rating: PG
Content: not enough room, fries, sorry plans, escape, the most beautiful girl, teasing, change of plans, introductions
Length: 1.9k
Summary: Diego travels a thousand miles to see a college friend, whose boss won’t give him the day off.

Diego stretched his arms into the air. His legs were cramped, too, but he didn’t have enough room to stretch them with the three teenage boys across the table. Twenty-four hours ago, he’d been driving down the freeway on his way to see Patrick, his college buddy. But now he sat across from Patrick’s brother Travis and his little friends. If only they were littler, then he might be able to stretch out his legs.

( he couldn’t help glancing back )