Late Night Mini-Rant - Where is my Welfare Check?

I came across this article and it pissed me off.  Really.

Where is my welfare check?  How come people like me, who work their butts off, come home with less take-home pay than a welfare recipient? 

I don't have time to go in to full rant mode, but this kind of stuff gets under my skin.

In Entitlement America, The Head Of A Household Of Four Making Minimum Wage Has More Disposable Income Than A Family Making $60,000 A Year

Click here to get angry.

Here's a quote from the article

Most private workplaces require drug testing, but there is no drug testing to get welfare checks.

My favorite...........Quote of the Day

I read a lot of blogs, some I follow, some I just drop by, but today I laughed out loud, for real, at the quote below, it's from the always amusing, though sadly busy Lexi of Exploits of Lexi.  The quote below, from today's post, cracked me up and is one of the best nuggets of writing I have seen in a long time.



November, as I warned at the start, has sucked donkey scrotum for very small sums of money, so it's a whore but a cheap one, and it probably takes less money because it likes sucking donkey scrotum.  And then it goes home and beats its fourteen crack-addicted babies, all of whom are named after famous TV chefs.  November is a cheap, lying, trashy, selfish whore, and I hate it.  Now, where was I?

Thanks for making me laugh.

My favorite....Tumblrs....

There are a lot of Meme's going around that list "50 things I'm embarrassed to share" or "100 things I've had in my vagina" or "2 Presidents that weren't crooks...."  A lot of these are kind of fun, some are a little too personal, and most are not worth worrying about, but I decided to share a few of my favorites...

Tumblrs.......

Tumblr is one of the those sites that I love because it saves me time in searching for beautiful pictures.  Not all the Tumblr's I follow are naked Tumblrs, but a lot are, so be careful when you click.


Some Dirty Secrets an interesting mix of submission and beauty, tenderness and a need for pain.

Just Call Me Lynn  - beautiful nature shots from around the world

Love to Love you - sexy naked people, mostly women, mostly wonderful

Lingerie Love - lingerie is a fascination of mine, as are the beautiful women who wear it.

Library Vixen - never subtle, always sexy, never to be missed.

Blue Eyed Vixen - a classic

Tempting Sweets - a few too many penises for my taste, but a terrific selection of photos

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And. of course, there is mine....I follow others on my Tumblr, people that blog, comment, post funny stuff, find beautiful people for me to see.  But the ones I listed (in no particular order) are the ones that make me smile the most.

Enjoy!

Sunday Thoughts - What if he's right?

Do not eat this....

This is bad lunch mojo. 
It comes from Trader Joe's, a company that I love 99% of the time (see below for the !5)

This has clumpy noodles, awful sauce, bad presentation, and just over all icky.  I've tried three variations, all bad

You have been warned.

Another Thanksgiving Post

My friend Ms. Scarlett has a great Thankgiving Clip on her site, go give her some love.


From SNL, dedicated to all those who make the holidays a mess.

Thanksgiving....

I should find time to take this post more seriously, to really sit down and reflect on all of the wonderful blessings I have in my life.  I really should, but I won't, so Happy Thanksgiving to all my American Friends, and to all the others?  Happy Thursday




WKRP Turkey Drop from Mitch Cohen on Vimeo.

For the full clip of this Thanksgiving classic, click here

and just because it's really funny, here is Richard Simmons on "Whose line is it anyway?"

867-5309

A phone number
A real name

A company
a neighborhood
an address
a picture
a video
your "other" blog
a recording
a skype name
a facebook page
your spouse
a real-life face book page
un-edited history
an account of your faith
the loss thereof
a hotel key
body fluids
the truth

What have you shared? 

I recently shared a phone number with a friend.  We don't use it often, but it's nice to have.  A moment of trust, a shared intimacy, a personal connection.  It's nice to hear her voice, to put that accent to the words she delightfully writes. 

What do we share?
I read stories of body fluids without real names, or without any names at all
Skype with cropped out faces
Photo's with blurred bits but geotags left on.
We share so much, and hide even more with most.
We want to be out there, to be brave, but we hold back, we hesitate, we pause.
I want to share so much of myself with many but I fear losing that which I already have.
I fear the world the judgments, the consequences from those who do not share my thoughts.

I love my friends who share their lives with me, real or imagined, each little bit tells a story, builds to a whole, allows me a peek.

Thank You

Please say yes....

Words, properly applied and skillfully chosen can change the world.   Neglect them, and it is ruin.


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If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
Nelson Mandela

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Wishful thinking will kill us all.


I love the pictures you select
With me in mind, perhaps?
I flatter myself to hope that you are there
in your room,
perhaps undressed
touching
as you search for images that feed your fantasy
of me
of us
across miles, oceans, continents
Do you think of me and touch
though separated by reality
by rings on fingers that will never entwine?
Do you think of me,
and touch?

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I tend to over analyze

Hidden meaning
subtle clue

sent to many
but meant for you


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Words, written or not, are easily misunderstood.  Beware

Dressing

 

Why does a picture catch our eye, 

Make our heart race

Inspire thoughts and fantasies?

I found this picture weeks ago when looking for some Flash Fiction Friday inspiration.  I contributed a picture but kept this one to myself.  It's cute, but it doesn't inspire me to write, I makes me think though...

How young is she?  (Should I even be looking?)

Are those her Minnie Mouse ears or her little sisters?

Where is she going?

Why is she getting dressed? 

I want to see what she puts with those hose and the cute ruffled panties.

Do the piles of clothes on the floor indicate indecision or bad laundry management?

Maybe she's dressing for her first night with a new boy, the date where everything gets shaved, plucked,waxed, trimmed and prepared. 

The picture is generic but provoking at the same time, but even as I write out the questions none of them spark a story in me, nothing seems to lead from the first to second sentence.  It caught my eye because, I think, it reminds me of picking up Katherine on a date.  She was running late, I had a mad crush on her, and she invited me into her bedroom to help her get ready.  In her bra and panties we laughed and joked as i tried to form coherent thoughts and keep from staring too much.  

I realized later that she invited me in to her 1/2 naked state because she knew that nothing would happen between us, ever.  At that moment, in that second I walked in and talked instead of stepping across the room and taking her in my arms, I entered the Friend Zone.  And I remained there for the rest of our time together.  

That's not what this post is about thought, it's about a picture that caught my eye, but couldn't inspire me.  

I still like the picture though.

Early Christmast Cheer

I got this from Sports Illustrated's "Extra Mustard" section on Thursday and just had to make it my Sunday post.

Christmas is a religious holiday still, right?

Thoughts inspired by comics...

 I do not like it when people arrive unprepared, whether it is to a meeting, a camping trip, the dog park, or the bedroom.  Be prepared people!  And when you are not, when you forget your notes, your glasses, a pen, your lunch, extra underwear, a sleeping bag, do not, DO NOT expect me to bail your stupid ass out.  

If I give you my pen, what will I write with?

If I give you my lunch, what will I eat?

If I give you my bag, where will my dog poop? 

I know that there are blessing in sacrifice and giving, but I refuse to suffer because of your stupidity.

I love the cartoon above for just that reason.

I woke up in a pissy mood today.  Sex last night was a mess, and not the good kind.  I said something stupid, asked for the wrong thing, she got pissed, I got snippy, PJs were put back on and the night turned cold quickly.  So I woke up in the same mood.  Then I went to the gym, I swam, I got a compliment from a stranger, I waved to a friend and got a wonderful smile.  I went to a job that pays me on a regular basis and though I sat through 4 meetings to day, I didn't kill anyone and I still have my job at the end of the day.

This comic just reminded me to get off the pity party wagon and Man-up and Move On.

This one must made me laugh, and I hope it does the same for you.

Sometimes life is more complicated than a "Dummies" manual can handle.

Sometimes you actually have to pay attention, and learn, 

and REMEMBER what you were taught last time.

If you don't care enough to learn,

I won't care enough to teach,

But at least I know how to get away from the bear.

FFF - Nov 19 - the stairs that didn't creak

"...the stairs creaked..."150-180 words.




As per established procedure, it's 5:23 PM and I have 30 minutes before leaving for the train.



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“Do I have to do this?”

“Yes,” she lifted the cigarette to her mouth to light it and felt the stickiness of cheap paint on her naked back.

“Do we have to do it here?” The answer was obvious and she regretted it at once.

The sting of the slap startled her.

“Keep it simple,” she said as she raised her knees and placed it on the freshman’s shoulder, “Make me happy and you'll get what you want.”

Kneeling in the hallway, on carpet older than herself, she reached out for the blue bottle and drank quickly. The vodka burned as it ran down her throat.

Don't think, just do she though, invoking a poorly remembered line from Yoda.

As the alcohol spread through her system and hit her pleasure centers, she opened her eyes and looked at what was before her. Smooth, soft, it seemed familiar and yet totally uncharted.

“Don't waste time honey,” she heard from above, “The voting starts in 10 min., and the sorority hates for their president to be late.”

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How long will this take?  - She questioned with such little energy that the words passed her nicotine stained lips and fell to the stained carpet with a thud.

I don’t know –She felt months of neglect seep through the skin of her knees. – All I know is that we better get started

Fuck off – She said with banal anger – I’m on break.

On Break? – she looked up with anger and turpentine in her voice. –  We are supposed to be doing this together, I chose you – Her voice waivered and cracked– I chose you for me.

I know baby,  – She pulled the cigarette to her mouth and placed her knee on her crying shoulder.

She slapped it away – NOT for that.

Then what the hell for?

To do what we are getting paid to do! – She stared at the aging color on the wall

Now go get the brushes, I’ll get the paint

What kind of crazy bat pays to watch girls paint naked?

I don’t know, but the check already cleared, so we had better get started

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What's your name?

Does it matter

No, I guess not

Then don't ask, and don't smoke

I’ll smoke if I want to

Then I'll stop

No you won't

Yes,  I will

Okay, just hurry

I never hurry

But we are in a freaking hotel room hallway

I know

Then hurry up

No

What if somebody sees us?

So what

You have got to be kidding me

Open

Here?

Where else?

Oh shit

Just open, put it on my shoulder

Do you like that?

Yes

How about that?

Hell yes

What about this?

Oh! Shit! That hurt.

I'm sorry. How about this?

That's better

What next?

You talk too much

then tell me

you know what I want

tell me

really? You're going to make me say it?

Yes, you need to say it, I want to hear it.

Then, uh, will you eat me?

No. I don't answer questions

eat me

taste me

that's it

oh shit, yes, right there,

harder,

did you hear that? 

No

don't stop

yes

please don't, stop, please don't, ever stop

what's your name?

Does it matter

no, I guess it doesn't

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It's now Friday morning, almost 7:00 AM, and I realized that I did not use the phrase of the day in any of my stories.   And the thing is, it's a great phrase, on that portends discovery, a joining of another, the quiet creaking of an old building full of stories.  I liked this picture about 10 minutes after seeing it.  My first response was that it was too simple, two beautiful women in a secluded, but almost public moment of passion, but then I began to think.


As I started writing I had a vision of union painters on a break. Now, I'm not sure what that says about me and unresolved sexual issues, but it really appeared that the Smoker was on a break from a long stretch of work, while the other one knelt to get a closer look at a spot that might have been missed, probably by the smoker.  It made me laugh and I struggled to get to the punch line quickly enough to make it catchy. 
A joke to long in the telling is no joke at all.


The other tow started out of my efforts to not leave sex out of it entirely.  This has been a very nonsexual week for me.  A busy work schedule, issues at home, a friend who's ignoring me, blah blah blah (and no, it's not you) has put sex way down on the list.  Granted, a new friend has been keeping me delightfully occupied, but overall it's been a bit off in the penis department.  


I was writing in a hurry, as I tend to do, not wanting to miss the bus, not wanting to miss the writing, and knowing that it's flash fiction anyway.  I let the mood develop and tried to put in a bit of a hook besides the obvious.  I am intrigued by the pursuit of public sex and the two scenarios took shape, the power play within the oversexed (don't tell me it's not true) sorority, and the passion between two new lover who will not be lovers for long.  The power is held differently, the sorority president holds a key vote in her hand, while the other, a stranger, simply holds the key to pleasure and the other is willing to risk all to get it.


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Go here to see the others who played today

Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com   (Sephi also provided the pic this week; thanks, Sephi!)
Gatsby:  http://thesexaddictsdiary.blogspot.com  (Gatsby is new this week; say hello and welcome!)
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
David:  http://dsinvegas.blogspot.com   (David's a newcomer; go say hello and welcome!)
Drench:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Dioneo:  http://eccespanko.blogspot.com
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com

Yesterday was "National Un-Friend Day"!!!

 

Jimmy Kimmel announces "National Unfriend Day"

Jimmy Kimmel has it right.  We have lost sight of what friendship can mean, while at the same time, I have found new ways to define friendship.  I have found Internet friends that mean a great deal to me.  People who make my day a better place, who give me good advice, and who, on occasion, make me tingle a great deal.

I don't do Facebook.  I have an account but never check it.  I miss updates from my family, I decline requests from "long lost friends", I look at my sister-in-law's pictures, and that's it.  I don't need to know what someone I wouldn't pull from a burning building is wearing today.  If you are my friend, I'll call you, you'll call me, we'll exchange pictures, e-mail, the occasional IM, and we'll share wardrobe and lunch information only on request.

Make your friends important, keep them close, treat them well, and then you will be a real friend.






10 Reasons to Unfriend Someone

Time to pull the trigger

And yes, I need help moving on Friday, who can help???

2 Hearts

The realist in me is winning out,
and I don't like it one bit.

Picture stolen from here

For a friend, who carries the weight of the world....

If I was too tired to walk, would you carry me to bed?

In my arms, over my shoulder, or dragging you by the hair.  Yes, I’d carry you to bed….

That is all she said, that is all she needed to say.  Her day had been a mess.  Trouble at home, trouble at the gym, it all combined to put her in a blue mood and it was up to me to adjust and adapt, and take care of her.

She looked surprisingly vulnerable tonight.  Her long legs seemed unable to support her athletic frame even though I knew her prowess at the gym was legendary.  Her eyes were lowered, unable to focus on anything in the suite for more than a few seconds.  Her long hair, obscured her face and she hid behind it, retreating from the world.

I stepped over to her and brushed the hair away from her face and looked into her eyes. 

“No dragging you by the hair tonight.” She shook her head ever so slightly, the brunette tendrils tickling my forearm as my fingers wrapped gently around her tired neck.

“No throwing you over my shoulder.”  She wiped her nose with chagrin and looked down, then up, then over my shoulder, trying to hide the tears that were forming.  She didn’t know what to do with her hands and they danced on the counter and at her waist, seeking a peaceful rest. 

“Tonight, it’s different…”  And she shook her head, bobbing up and down, a tear fell perfectly on the mirrored surface of the bar, a radial diamond of light.

“When was the last time you allowed yourself to be carried?” I thought to myself as I slipped my arm around her shoulders and under her slim buttocks and thighs.  Her weight was compact, strong, self-sustaining, but right now, all she needed was two arms, a warm bed, and an open heart.

She melted in to my chest and her fragrant skin met my lips as we crossed the carpet and slipped into the bedroom, and into each other’s dreams.

CMA Awards - Opening Monologue - Funny Stuff

OK, I'm in meetings all day, but this video cracked me up. 

I hope to have a better post up later today.... this has been a bad week for writing, I'm sorry.

DST

Daylight Savings is over and all is dark.

The car warms up
The screen of my phone glows
My heart beats
And I think of you.


Have a good night. I'm heading towards home.

Some posts just fall in your lap....

I follow several tumblrs and "That Obscure Object" is one of them.  She picks out great pictures and she's fun to follow. 

So check out this post first, or the rest doesn't make any sense. And I'm really not making fun of her...really.
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My beauty routine

That's it. 

Oh yea, and lots and lots of this.....

and this

When I saw the original post above it made me laugh since my "beauty routine" really consists of a bar of soap and a little hair gel.  I thought about writing a post on the difference of men and women, the varying standards we are held to, and the work that women go through that men are excused from.  

I don't have time to go into the inequalities of the double standard of female beauty, ageism, the bias towards the young and pretty v. older and experienced.  It's all been said a million times before and with much more eloquence.  

So what I'll say today, before I get to work and try and keep my job, is that I appreciate all of the women in my life, both in person, and on-line.  They are funny and smart and beautiful and sexy and entertaining and they make me smile a little every day.

And I don't really care about your beauty routine, I care about you and the wonderful things you bring in to my life.  

Thank you all.

Blogger Spam Filters

I just found out that Blogger has enabled their spam filters on comments.  Apparently this has been going on for some time.  I just released 291 comments for publication.  I think they had been published before, but if you just got a flood of comments from some really old blog posts, please accept my apologies....

And, for those of you who never wanted to hear from me again, I'm really sorry.  :-)

For the rest of you, have a great Weekend!!!

FFF November 5 - Humming quietly, a 3-part harmony

"130-230 words....humming quietly..."

I don't know why I am stuck in a cycle of threes, but here we go again. 
My apologies for being late.  Perhaps I should be punished..... 

#1 – At his request

She sat in the car, gently humming to herself as she continued to undress.  It was liberating to leave work and toward  Him.  Her skirt had been unzipped and tucked into her satchel as she rode the 43 floors down in the elevator.  Her blouse practically unbuttoned itself as her insanely high heels echoed through the not quite empty parking garage.  She waved to Anton in the parking booth as his phone rattled to the floor, his wife calling out to him. 

The heat and humidity air of the city poured down the exit ramps that lead to the streets above.  It mixed with the heat and exhaust of a thousand cars as it enveloped her bare skin, but the feel of her keys in her hand made her shiver with anticipation.  The keys slipped in to the lock and the door clicked open .  The cool leather of the seat was a stark contrast to the air, her skin, the black silk that hid little, and teased a lot.    His e-mail had been firm, but vague, and she was eager to see his smile as she picked him up in front his office.  She just hoped her hair didn’t get too messed up in the wind with the top down…

#2 – The tables turn

Just smile and get through it she thought, humming quietly to herself as the photographer changed positions yet again. 

She shifted uncomfortably on the vinyl seats.  Classic car or not, she groused, this seat is killing my ass. 

Knees together please, and don’t smile so much, the young photographer barked, unaware of her silent laughter, You are showing off the car, not you.

Not me? She yelled silently.  If the car is the star then why am I’m the one that’s  practically bar.  She laughed out loud at the bad word play. 

I said stop smiling! He dropped the camera to his side in a self-important pique.  The client wants sexy, not cute! The scrawny, underfed, wanna-be hipster “artist” made her laugh even more as he tried to exert his dominance over the scene.  You have no idea who you are dealing with little man she thought to herself.

The cute blond assistant was laughing behind her hand along with the almost naked brunette.  The two women made eye-contact.  The blond understood and began shaking her head, No!

Reaching down brunette unclipped the garter and leaned back in the seat.  Her bare lips blossomed as she put her foot up on the dash and allowed her hands to roam. 

“The client wants sexy?” she asked defiantly, feeling her body come alive.  “I can do sexy.”

#3 – Maybe I smile too much

She clipped the garter back in place, careful to avoid the tender spot that would be a bruise by breakfast.  She left her foot on the dash and stroked her lips.  He had been rough, the way she liked it, the way he requested it.  They were chapped and raw from the long session on his silky smooth cock.  New balm and lipstick soothed them, and she smiled in the mirror without pain. 

Her hair was the right length for this kind of play and she thought to surprise her stylist with a special tip the next time they got together.  She grew it long at his request, “As a special favor” she said when they first met.  Regular appointments kept it strong and healthy for his demanding hands.

She stroked the seats of her restored car and smiled at the memories that had earned it.  Her raised foot kept her body open.  She was happy to have the top down on such a beautiful day.  She grinned and touched and felt another orgasm approaching.  As it crested and passed, she picked up the phone and waited.

“Were you watching?”  She asked expectantly, trying to hide the joy in her voice.

“Of course I was,” his voice made her smile even more.  “Have a safe drive home.”

Quietly humming she thought, “I can’t believe I get paid for this.”

I love this picture. As a little piece of erotic art, I love the colors, the classic car, her beautiful legs, the bare breasts and the hair and the pearl necklace. I love it all. To me it's a happy picture. It doesn't have the darkness of some that we have used for flash fiction, it has light and legs and a garter belt. You can't get much better than that.

But how do you use a happy picture to spark a story? Newspapers sell because they carry bad news. You only need one or two snuggly puppy in stories in every edition. Darkness breeds conflict which breeds plot which breeds motion in words. My first thought was, “Is she getting dressed or undressed? Was she arriving or leaving? Was it her car?”

So, as I have been doing, I used all three approaches. In one she is going, she is anticipating a meeting, she is going at the call of her master. In another she sits in a photo studio with a clueless artist (autobiographical perhaps?) and decides to turn the tables and show him who really is the boss. In the third she is departing and I tried to capture the happiness she feels at doing her job, and doing it well.

Even though I love this picture at first sight I took a long time to come to the decision as to what to write. My mood has been mixed this week, work is getting busier, two very special friends have been in trauma, two have been exceptionally playful, and I even got some fun at home. This is not my usual week. Add an odd set of events to very limited privacy and I am finally getting around to flash fiction at three o'clock on a Friday afternoon. Desperately late, I know, but I hope the wait was worth it is a little bit,

 Go see who else got inspired this week.  I bet they were on time....
Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com 
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com 
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com  
Rozewolf provided this week's photo as well; thanks Roze!) 
Scarlett:  http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com 
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com 
Oversexed Librarian:  http://oversexedlibrarian.blogspot.com 
Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com 
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com 
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com 
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com 
Snow:  http://snow9.wordpress.com

I'm so far behind!!!

OK, I promise I'll get my flash fiction piece up soon, but right now I get to go have donuts with my kids at their school!!!  Well, last year they gave us donuts, but this year, in the face of all this politically correct crap that is taking all of the fun out of life, they've cancelled the donuts and are probably going to make us do jumping jacks for 10 minutes, all while the principal, who, apparently hasn't missed too many donuts herself, tells us that we need to do more for the school.  More besides pay for every pen, paper and pencil our kids use, more than paying at the Fall Follies, the Spring Carnival, the holiday botique, Sports Day, Have a heart, buy some cookie dough, pay $12 for wrapping paper, and buy magazine drives.

OK, I gotta shower and go, parking's going to be a bear.

30 Words

Describe yours in 15 words
On the edge
teased
tempted
wet
scent of arousal
need
urgent
played
coaxed
finally came



Hard
Stiff
Dripping
Needful
Nipples wanting
Swollen pink
Glistening drop
Heat seeking
Penetration, thrusting, relief

Those are mine, Now sleep

It's Election Day!

I just finished reviewing my ballot and I'm ready to vote. 
Are you?

For all my friends in the United States it's election day.  In many ways and in most races I don't care who you vote for,  but I do care deeply that you vote.

If we disagree, fine.
If we cancel each other out, fine,
If we vote for the same rascals and regret it in the morning, fine,

But get out and vote. 

I wish I had time to write a Thomas Paine like treatise on the the power of voting, but it's 11:16 PM, I'm tired, I still have to fold laundry, and, well, it's Monday night.

So get out their, vote for your favorite crook, criminal, sinner or saint, but get out their and vote for someone.

And God/Goddess/Flying Spaghetti Monster bless America.

Here are a couple of other interesting posts.  I like Emmy's theory on dicussing politics.

http://rtws.blogspot.com/2010/11/vote.html

And this one made me laugh....
http://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2010/11/vote-baby-vote.html

From Advizor, President - RepubliCorp.

Things to work on in November...NNWM

November is National Novel Writing Month and also the busiest time of year for me at work.  Aaagh.

 

With all of the time pressure at work (everything is due before November), I'm fighting the urge to use that as an excuse to write less, instead of more, this month.

 

Here are my goals for the month.  You can ridicule me on December 1 if I fail to achieve them.

1. Get through a COMPLETE 2nd draft of my Christmas story
2. Participate in each Flash Fiction Friday
3. Research and select a tool to help me organize my writing
4. Write two follow-up pieces to FFF entries
5. Outline the chapeters for my T&S Dragon Saga
6. Write 4 quality pieces of erotica NOT connected to FFF.

My important goal here is the first one, I've had a 1st draft on my desk for a year, I got feedback from a professional writer, and  have notes from my kids, I just have to get my act together and write!!!

I have had the pleasure of meeting so many talented writers through flash fiction and other avenues that I would like to encourage you all to take some time and work during National Novel Writing Month on a project that has been on your desk.

It doesn't have to be erotic fiction.  It doesn’t have to be erotic at all.  It just has to be something you care about. I know in this corner of the blog world we tend to focus on our naughty bits, but I will tell you, no one gets naked in my Christmas story.

I enjoy reading the blogs of so many of you that I would like to see, if you want to share, a totally different kind of piece. Show us your creativity in a whole new way.

Join me during NNWM and hit the keyboards!