I'm gonna get paid

Hey, I'm going to get paid $150 for my story in the USHGAmagazine! This is more exciting than just getting published. My first professional job! you can read the unexpurgated version in the second Dec. post.

NaNoWriMo early

Decided to get a head start on the NanoWriMo early and started last pm. Thought I'd give myself a running start as that means I don't have to write 1500 words per day, only about 500 to 1000. Of course, if I finish the rough draft before I get to the end of the time, I may start another. I have so many incompleter novels since I can think of a title and an opening scene, and, sometimes even the ending. It's connecting the two that kills me. I have a great little novella, novelette that I finished in the mid-90's (finally) but it's about 80n pages, and ther, therefore, too long or two short for anything commercial. No one (at least not me) reads a short story that is that long (not in one sitting) and anyone who picks up a novel wants a little longer peice for the prices they chanrge for even paperbacks these days. It's left in limbo, though I quite love it. Maybe I should post it here for critiquing. Anybody out there want to post an opinion?

How to Ruin a Bahamas Sailing Trip

Take a 6th (unexpected and strange) person along. Make sure she is a snake. Then mix in thoro in a 42 foot sailboat with five others, no AC, temps above 90 with 100% humidity, one minimally functional head, no shower except a rinse off once a day in the back deck, ice gone by the fifth day, place them in isolated islands with no shade (and no way to find any other than in the depths.) Stir. P.S. Make certain that there is no place for the introverted (me) to escape from the snake (hereafter referred to as B to avoid a libel suit.)

The one place I had to disappear (and get away from her incessant insinuations, was in the water, snorkelling. Loved it and took every opportunity, but being fair-skinned and completely sunburned by the third day (despite repeated applications of 30+ Sunblock throughout the day) I had, frequently, to hide in the interior of the boat to escape further sun exposure. No, I didn't bite this woman in the butt; she is a long-time friend of the captain's (but even she got tired of B by the end) who I didn't want to offend (J being a long-time friend) by being ungenial. By the end of the trip, however, I was tense, tired, irritable and feeling like it was my fault for not being able to get in the "fun" spirit that B kept pretending to jolly me into, all the while slicing me.

I actually blamed myself for my moodiness, but, on the way home, a discussion with the 4th female member of the party (and my neighbor) revealed she had figured this woman out early. I'm just so socially dense that I figure everything that happens in a social situation is due to my inadequacies. It's taken me to 46 to realize that I'm actually an okay person. Not perfect, but not evil. This woman needed to be nipped inthe bud, but I didn't recognize how many of my chains she was yanking until I was on the (multiply) delayed flights home. Eighteen hours to get from Staniel Cay back home, a good eight of them spent in Cincinnati airport.

Bahamas Sailing

Will be gone on a short (8 day vacation) to the Bahamas with friends (who are not kinky) on the sailboat one of them manages for a man in FL. She is a certified boat and charter captain and I've been with her before. Pretty particular, but we do manage to have a good time. The other couple is composed of a nurse (also very bossy) and an engineer (not bossy at all), all hangglider pilots, myself and my love. He's never been on a cruisnig boat, never been on a sailboat, never been to the Carribeans. I'll think he'll be astounded by the blues down there. I expect lively political arguments on board ship as well since Jude, the captain, is an opinionated liberal and he is an equallly loud conservative. Let the fireworks begin! The only problem is that can't throttle each other (if it comer to that) I need him to run the store and her to get us home. I shall, whatever my personal leaning, remain neutral (she practices biting her tongue, tightly.)

Blahhh

One of those mornings you wake up and wonder WHY you're getting up. Third day on at work, third day of intermittent (now terminally drizzling) rain, third day of low back pain, body aches, sinus headache (all from the damned storm front). All you really want is to stay home, stare at the drizzle from the safety of the covered porch, book in your lap, cat curled around you feet (after sleeping in) and dose in the hammock. Alternatively, sleeping in next to a snuggly man appeals, being in a cold, windowless, loud environment, does not.

Novel writing -- the national challenge

As the sucessful author of, at least, 6 half-novels (none, alas, completed, some in progress since college) this site appealed to me, as well as the challenge. I think, if I made a job of it and just started writing for specified times, after winnowing it down 90% (adjectives, endless modifiers -- see! -- are my weakness) I might have something worth keeping (or sending out.) Anyway, for those of you who, like me, have reams of besmirched paper hidden away in filing cabinets -- check out the site and the challenge: http://www.nanowrimo.org/ and then some of the results: http://nanoblogmo.blogspot.com/

Loca Luna Jungle Party

Hey, all you in the Chattanooga and North Georgia area -- Loca Luna will be hosting a party on the 24th of July, place to be determined, with a Jungle theme (a little kink, a little fetish thrown in.) Find your leopard skin jackets and tiger-striped pants, and someone to party with. It will, most likely, be in a local bar, with fire play demos, floggiing, dancing, and a parade of the Loca Luna girls. New DJ (one who shows up on time) and the return of Mike the announcer. You can find out more at www.localuna.net, or check back here. P.S. It's Mr. Cam's birthday.

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Infantilism

No, it's not one of my fetishes. I'm definitely not into age-play, at least not younger than potty-trained, but after 4 nights on twelve hour shifts, I want to be a little girl and let Him be in charge and let Him drive and Him make the decisions. I will be 'good' and go to sleep in the back seat and, hopefully, get some sleep, otherwise, I have been known to have quite immature (and un-46 year old like) temper tantrums. (Sleep deprivation, or a low blood sugar are the two quickest ways to turn me into a three year old.)

And, just because I'm not 'into' age play doesn't mean I don't understand the attraction. Who wouldn't want to be a happy, pre-self conscious child again, able to run and laugh without worrying about others' opinons, unconcerned what to wear tomorrow or what to cook tonight or the appointment for the dog at the vet. Yes, He gets to call the shots today (hell, I wish he'd come pick me up right now from work. I'm verwy, verwy tired.)

Genital Piercings

Never thought, in my more or less vanilla days, that I'd have any kind of piercings. It took me until I was 26 to get my ears pierced. It was another 18 years before my first genital piercing (clitoral hood.) Let me tell you, I vowed I'd never get another one of those. All those people who told me it didn't hurt as bad as they'd anticipated either were drunk or had very high expectations of pain. It hurt worse than I'd imagined, and ached for days. I've had a broken arm with pins and screws, and I'll take that again any day, for level of pain.

BUT, having said that, recently the Man has teased me with discussion of the further piercings with which he plans to decorate my genitals. I am intrigued. The masochistic show-off side of me is fascinated, and the warrior side of me wants me to be stoic, and the very small submissive part of me remembers what pleasure it brought him to take me before his piercer friend and display me for the pirecing. It was long a fantasy of mine, and the idea of further decoration makes me wet. I think, from the hints he's dropped, that I had better prepare myself mentally for the labial piercings we've been discussing this coming weekend. We are going to his old neighborhood in Columbus, and the piercer is part of the gay leather scene there. I am tantalized but frightened, less by the pain, than the fear of loss of control -- afraid I'll embarass him or myself crying out.