ISLE OF DESIRE AVAILABLE NOW!

One of my favorite Divas, Eden Bradley has a new release. Here's a blurb:

Is it really possible to fulfill the fantasy of a promise made in the passion of youth? On a beach on the small Venezuelan island of Isla de Margarita, Isabel Asher meets once more the love of her life, Rafael Cruz, the man she left behind twelve years earlier. Desire ignites, but can the sultry tropical nights spent in his bed lead them back to love? She’s about to find out, and maybe to have her heart broken in the process...

If you're in the mood for something romantic and erotic, make sure to check it out!

Some Foks Just Don't Appreciate Romance

Nation Sickened By Sight Of Happy Young Couple

Another Poem Entirely

Be Quiet, Sir!

Be quiet, Sir! Begone, I say!
Lord bless us! How you romp and tear!
There!
I swear!
Now you left my bosom bare!
I do not like such boisterous play,
So take that saucy hand away -
Why now, you're ruder than before!
Nay, I'll be hanged if I comply -
Fie!
I'll cry!
Oh - I can't bear it - I shall die!
I vow I'll never see you more!
But - are you sure you've shut the door?

-anonymous

On Being A Woman

I love poetry, and I find when I'm writing a lot I read more of it. It refreshes me, and little snippets are easier to digest after a day of writing. Anyway, I particularly love Dorothy Parker. Here's one of my favorites:

On Being A Woman

Why is it, when I am in Rome
I'd give an eye to be at home,
But when on native earth I be,
My soul is sick for Italy?

And why with you, my love, my lord,
Am I spectacularly bored,
Yet you up and leave me-then
I scream to have you back again?

That pretty much sums up how I fee all the time.

A Day of Firsts

First I rode my bike for an hour. I haven't done that in over ten years. Then. . . .

I get home and receive the following email:

"You're a finalist in this year's On the Far Side Contest! Competition was fierce, and you should be very proud of your achievement."

I can't believe I finaled. I've never entered a contest before (and this is a good one), I've never even written an erotic story before, so I am pretty happy with this news. I was surprised how this little acknowledgement could give me so much validation, and give me the courage to. . .

Submit my short to EC. This was my first ever submission and it was surprisingly hard to do. I didn't sleep at all last night knowing that I had sent off my poor, defenseless baby into strange hands. I hope they love her as much as I do.

Why I love My Kid

Because I put him in daycare. He's cute and smart and cuddly and thinks I'm great. What more could a mom want? He's also two, which I've concluded means everything times two. Tantrums are now thrown with double gusto. When he wants a cracker he wants it NOW because he's suddenly twice as hungry as he was one second earlier. He runs down the hallway with a screwdriver twice as fast. You get the picture.

Needless to say It's hard to get any writing done when my little love bug is around. But now he's in school three mornings a week and I love him twice as much!

Which brings me to my next point. I finished Dance Of The Plain Jane! Yeah! This is my first erotic writing and I'm kinda happy with it. Of course, I couldn't sleep at all last night because I kept thinking about all the flaws in the story, but it's done. I sent it to Naughty Kate for a look, and providing she doesn't see any major issues with the story I'm going to submit it to EC. I know that I don't have a chance in hell of it being picked up, but I'm sending it anyway.

I'm doubly excited.

We Scared Cindy Lauper

So, my girlfriend and I went a little OTT in our Cindy Lauper outfits. That's nothing new. We were right at the stage, dancing and drinking (that's nothing new, either) and Cindy was coming our way and we were like, "Hey! She's looking right at us! She's gonna come down and dance with us! We are soo cool!"

And then a very scared look came over her face and she quickly danced the other way.

What? Were we the only ones who showed up at one of her concerts dressed all eighties? Hey, I bought your records 20 years ago! You were a fashion icon!

Well, despite all that the show was good. She still has a great voice, and even if she didn't play as much old stuff as we would have liked, when she sang Girls Just Wanna Have Fun it rocked.

Oh, and the best part of the night? I was the only one who got carded!

The Candy Dance

I live in Genoa, a historic town of 200 people at the base of the Sierra Nevada mountains. There's not much going on, usually, and I guess that's why we have six bars all located just steps from eachother. What I'm trying to say is it's usually pretty quiet here. There's no Starbuck's or anything. But we do have a bakery who makes the best baguettes this side of Paris.

Anyway, each year, during the last weekend of September The Candy Dance arrives (this is the 83rd) and throngs of crazy people descend on our town. They're looking for necklaces made from old typewriter keys, dolls dressed in tiny cowboy outfits, baskets weaved (supposedly) by hand. I personally go for the onion rings. They're little pieces of deep fried heaven and they're the size of my head. Mmm.

You see, Candy Dance is a huge arts and crafts fair. And I do mean huge. We're talking 80,000 people so intent on shopping for knick-knacks here they're willing to park miles away and take a shuttle into town or actually WALK (something Nevadans aren't fond of doing).

They have an announcer in a box right in the middle of the whole thing. Whoever lands this prestigious job takes it very seriously. Usually, around 7:30 the loudspeaker starts shouting things like "The Kettle Corn pit is looking a little smoky. Who's in charge of the Kettle Corn machine?" and a few seconds later: "An RV just fell onto a VW Bug. Can the owner of a VW bug please return the their, er vehicle?"

It's crazy. I always walk around, swearing I'm not going to buy any of the crap, Of course, that never actually happens.

And boy, I love those typewriter key necklaces.

Playlist for Dance of the Plain Jane

The Kitchen Of Love

For some reason no one seams to enjoy this as much as I do. Hello? It's Fabio! In the Kitchen! He'll read you a poem and everything!

http://www.thekitchenoflove.com/kitchen/index.asp

My First Blog

Everyone else has a blog. They say it's really cool, therapeutic even. So, of course I want one, too.

I create my Blogger account, choose my layout (nice selection, BTW) and even manage to upload my own picture. Easy-peasy.

I click on create post and presently a big empty white box appears, just waiting for me to fill it up with something so interesting other folks will feel compelled to stop by and check out what I, the girl writing a Lillian Feisty, have to say.

Um, why has my heart started beating faster? Why are my palms sweaty? Oh, I know. It's because this is a lot like when I open up a new Word document, type CHAPTER ONE, and then wait for the brilliant stuff to come pouring out of my brain. Usually, I end up waiting quite a while. In fact, that’s never actually happened.

What I need is my own Video Killed the Radio Star-you know, MTV's first ever music video? Something that sums me up. Hmm. What should my song be?

I skim the 3500+ songs in my iTunes library, but nothing screams "Me! Pick me!" at me. Beastie Boys, Cat Stevens, The Clash (boy, I have a lot of Clash), Daft Punk, Devo, Eagles of Death Metal (current fav), Interpol, Kindermusic, every Pixies song ever created. . . .this is hard. I thought for sure I’d find something from the Pixies, but the only possibility is Where Is My Mind?

While appropriate, it's not quite perfect.

I drink my tea and re-skim. I need a song that expresses who I am: a manic writer who loves her family to pieces yet needs lots of alone time to avoid getting the crazies.

Oh! Here's a possibility. Yes, I think I've found it. It's Hyper-ballad by Bjork.

Here, check out the lyrics.

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There’s a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like:
Car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around

Its become a habit
A way
To start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

Its real early morning
No-one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow them with my eyes till they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks

When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

Isn't she great? Her lyrics are like poetry. And she always looks cool, too.

So, that’s my first blog. My Video Killed The Radio Star.

But now I’m curious. What’s your song?