I'm sitting in my training trying desperately to pay attention because...well I'm kinda in charge and people will have eight thousand questions for me after the trainer is done but I can't. Instead my brain has wondered off to the land of nod. While there this dream/story I had several weeks ago has set up residence and plays on repeat but I'm resistant to give it voice because it basically kind of scares me. Which is saying something. Instead I've tried to focus on the story I need to write for this great cover I have but alas nothing. So I continue to flap listlessly in the mental winds of my mind until BAM this came to me. In a desperate need to capture it, place it in a capsule, I've come to my blog in hopes that releasing it into the universe of this little community a snippet of this "something" may become SOMETHING.
He looked at the soft slope of her hip resting against the door frame. She was lovely standing there unaware of his eyes soaking in her radiance, her life. He could feel the pulse of he energy, sparkling like the brightest star, drawing him from the depth of darkness he had sunk. The spicy sweet scent of her skin drifted across the room and he could taste her on his tongue and he smiled. The familiar pinprick of his fangs slipping through his gums signaled his heightened desire. Locking his eyes with hers he saw a flicker of fear and need register in her eyes and he flashed her a smile with a hint of fang and thought, "Let the games begin."
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
C'est l'amour...
Hello Lovers,
It's that time of year again and I feel I would be remiss if I didn't take time to blog, considering a great deal of my beer money is derived from all that hot sweaty love I write about. To be honest, aside from the anxious pitter patter of anticipation I received as a grade-schooler when Valentine's were passed out, I'm not big on the holiday. A great deal of it most likely stems from the fact that my Birthday is the day before and, well, quite frankly what could be more important than my Birthday, seriously. So it isn't with a heavy heart that I sit here surfing the net while my cat purrs away in my lap and the Wonder Dog barks to his hearts content outside as I wait for Sig Other to get home. I have health, happiness, prosperity, and someone that loves me whether we are snuggled up under the covers discussing the dangers of raccoon's or whispering I love yous into the phone while I'm on yet another business trip.
To me that is what love is and my wish for all you lovely, lovely people out there is the same.
Janet
It's that time of year again and I feel I would be remiss if I didn't take time to blog, considering a great deal of my beer money is derived from all that hot sweaty love I write about. To be honest, aside from the anxious pitter patter of anticipation I received as a grade-schooler when Valentine's were passed out, I'm not big on the holiday. A great deal of it most likely stems from the fact that my Birthday is the day before and, well, quite frankly what could be more important than my Birthday, seriously. So it isn't with a heavy heart that I sit here surfing the net while my cat purrs away in my lap and the Wonder Dog barks to his hearts content outside as I wait for Sig Other to get home. I have health, happiness, prosperity, and someone that loves me whether we are snuggled up under the covers discussing the dangers of raccoon's or whispering I love yous into the phone while I'm on yet another business trip.
To me that is what love is and my wish for all you lovely, lovely people out there is the same.
Janet
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