A Short Snippet.
2006-11-12 4:01 p.m.
He slipped the thong from her hips and held it in the air. �I�ve never understood these. I mean what�s the point?�
�I suppose it�s better than going commando,� Helena answered giggling.
�Going commando?� he asked.
�What you�ve never heard that before?� she asked. He shook his head. She dissolved in uncontrolled laughter. �It means going without underwear. I can�t believe you�re over eight hundred years old and have never heard of going commando.�
�I've suffered through hundreds of years of women�s undergarments. So you�ll please excuse me this one indiscretion. In my world going commando means killing a lot of people at once.�
A whole lotta nasty.
2006-11-10 11:37 p.m.
Thanks for all the sweet things that you guys said to me after my mental implosion. They of course, made me cry even more, but it was cathartic. I feel like I've got a lot of psychic debris (I can't think of a better term for it) that I need to shake off and believe it or not, freaking out and crying helps get rid of it.
Last night I cried cried cried cired and cried more, took a long nap then woke up and wrote the dirtiest sex scene I have ever written. Two male vampires and one girl being crossed over. Lots of biting and a whole lotta sex. Did I mention my main character has neurosarcoidosis and the right side of her body is paralyzed? So yeah, paralytic three way sex. The boys didn't do much to each other aside from help with the logistics of getting her into position and then one sexy blood share kiss that still curls my toes and other body parts to think about it. I find I'm currently less shy about writing words for naughty body parts, not completely, but I'm getting better at it. Cock. There I said it. I think I even wrote pussy too. *looks around to make sure no one is watching* Just the pussy cats - there I said it again! All right, that doesn't count. I'll clean the sex scene up this weekend and post it, if anyone is interested in reading it. Er, if anyone over the age of 18 is interested in reading it. Anyone?
I feel like the story is really coming together. The title has changed to The Imperial Assassin of Stumptown (Stumptown is local slang for Portland) and I've got a couple of subplots to help move things along. I'm starting to like Helena Amelie Mayfaire. She's sassy, passionate and pissed at the world which is exactly what a vampire assassin apprentice needs.
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2006-11-09 5:16 p.m.
I showed up early for my eye appointment because I was relying on my cellphone as a watch and hadn't changed the time for daylight savings time. I'm such a moron. So I sat in the waiting room hopeful that an earlier appointmentee had forgotten or cancelled at the last minute. I read everything with letters on it and then start daydreaming money making schemes.
1) Sell myself off to the highest bidder as trophy wife. I can function in any class of society and keep a nice house. All I require is a modest spending account, health insurance and my cats. Drawbacks: Sooner or later successful husband would discover that my idea of haute cuisine is Lean Cuisine and Diet Coke. I also don't like taking orders and my big mouth would get me shipped back to Minsk before you can say Natasha. This would be doubly troublesome as I am not actually from Russia.
On the way home (still dumping loads of prednisone in both eyes to keep from going blind although I may get cataracts if I keep this up) I put in a quiet CD to lull my brain.
Now that I have found you
In the cool of your evening smile
I am reminded of Will and the intensity of his eyes when he looked at me. I can remember his scent, his hands on my body and his breath on my cheek.
In peace we sleep entwined
and your love flows through me
Micah's passion for me was something supernatural. He protected me from the world and I fed his power with my passion. We devoured each other.
Though I lie here so still
I burn for you, I burn for you
Then it's like I've been punched in the face. Hard. I can hear the vertebrae in my neck snap with the force of it. None of those men were real. They were all chracters in my books. I rummage through the real ones. The one I turned insane, all the ones I scared away, the ones that decided they were gay. All my relationships have been utter failures. I am only a sucessful lover on paper and this nearly kills me.
I sit in the Safeway parking lot. I am choking on my own tears. I can't breathe, because if I breathe, it rips my chest apart. I have no food at home and I have to make myself presentable. If anyone asks me how I am I won't be able to answer. I breathe, reapply my make-up and wrap a scarf around my head. I am burka incognito. I am invisible. I don't cry until I get home. Until my stupid inflamed eyes are swollen shut.
I miss them all. This is probably the most honest thing I've written in a long time. Better post before I delete...
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2006-11-09 1:44 a.m.
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I like big butts and I cannot lie...or stop eating.
2006-11-07 11:16 p.m.
Prednisone makes me want to eat an entire large Round Table pepperoni pizza while thinking about what I want to have for dinner. I'm still nauseous.
I. Just. Don't. Care.
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2006-11-07 10:31 a.m.
I'm beginning to think that Methotrexate wasn't such a bad drug after all. Or it was a really crappy drug but my life without it is even crappier. I e-mailed Dr. Rheumatologist and told him how craptacular I was feeling and that I was going blind again, so we're doing a burst of Prednisone (very short - just twelve days) and I'm happy to do this. It will give me energy, get rid of some of the nausea and keep me up all night so I can continue with ninja nightwatch. It will also help with my eyes in a round about way. I just have to be careful that I don't gain any weight on it. I'm enjoying my sickly thin status. Everything is loose on me and I actually like what I see when I look in the mirror.
Much love to Angela who liked my NaNoWriMo comic (see below) so much she asked to post it on her blog. But of course!
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2006-11-06 12:54 a.m.
I'll try my darndest to keep November full of hysterical well written entries but already NaNoWriMo has been devouring my words and creativity. If you're wondering what I'm talking about maybe this week's comic will clear things up.
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