Monday, December 29, 2014

Whatever you do, don't stop...

Burnout and brick walls are all part of being a writer. I know that, but it's never stopped me from feeling guilty whenever I get stuck and I edit and re-edit the same paragraph a thousand times, stare at the screen hoping for inspiration that never comes, or sneak off to do a puzzle or play solitaire.

That was until today when I came across this wonderful piece of advice: It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you don't stop.

And if you think about it, it really doesn't matter.


Friday, December 12, 2014


December 13, 2014:

The theme for this week’s MySexySaturday is A Sexy Morning. The seven paragraphs below are from ON DAYS LIKE THESE and happen some when between midnight and dawn after Mark and Tony have spent the evening clubbing.

By Christiane France

When burned-out mystery writer Mark Salvatore asks to borrow the old family home in the hills near Genoa, Italy, for some much needed R&R, he envisions a blissful summer enjoying the warm sun, hanging out with the villagers, eating homemade Italian food, and drinking the local wine.

After a frustrating trip via Paris and Nice, however, Mark finally arrives in Santi Fiori in the rain to find the house has been trashed. Chickens and ducks from a nearby farm have taken possession of the living room, and there’s a naked man asleep under a pile of blankets in the bedroom.

Tony Wheeler is English and says he’s in Italy on business. He also tells Mark that his car has been stolen, and he’s waiting for his clothes to dry and the weather to clear before he can walk to the village to inform the police. For all Mark knows, Tony could be a drifter, a drunk, or just about anything. And just hours earlier, Mark heard news of a bank robbery where the thieves got away with the loot.

Immediately, Mark’s creative processes go into high gear when it comes to the sexy stranger. Milan is less than a hundred miles north, and Santa Fiori is just off the main Milan-Genoa highway. What if Tony Wheeler is just an alias? What if he’s one of the thieves, hiding out in the hills until the heat is off? And what will Mark do when his fierce attraction to the mystery man starts to get the best of him?

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“Hey, slow down,” Mark whispered, “Otherwise you won’t get what you want.”

“That’s okay. We can always get to me later.”

“No, we’ll get to you now,” Marked insisted. “Just hang on, and I’ll be right back.”

Mark stripped off his clothes on the way to the bathroom and dropped them on the floor. Within seconds, he was back with a handful of condoms and the small bottle of lube he kept with his shaving gear.

Tony picked up a couple of the condoms. “You planning on an all-nighter here?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Why not? It feels so good the two of us being together like this, I want it to last forever,” Tony whispered as he ran a finger down the side of Mark’s face and along his lips. “Only problem is, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

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