Category: writing
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Day 3: Orrido de Nesso and Bellagio
I can’t sleep when I’m hot. Like, I get cranky and tossy-turny and evil. So I got up, piled cushions on the floor in front of the open deck doors, and lay there until I cooled off. And that took me into the day on a little over 3 hours…
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Day 2: Milan and Lake Como
We woke up early and decided to have a wander through Milan, since checkout wasn’t until noon. What a beautiful, stunning city. A perfect mix of ancient and modern. We headed straight for the Duomo but there was plenty to see even in the short ten minute walk from the…
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The Italian way. Day 1: Milan
We’ve been talking a lot about memory recently and how important it is to chronicle things, so you have photos/words to look back on. So I’m going to write some snippets about this trip we’re on (our honeymoon, actually) so I can go back to them one day. And you…
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Dysmorphic Proportions
It sucks away the good. You know the weekend went okay, at the very least. Overall, people are happy. There have been hugs, laughs, discussions about industry, about craft, about life. There’s been thanks and appreciation. And there have been photos. And that’s where wave upon wave of self loathing…
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Deadline Approaching!
Just a reminder that the deadline to submit to the Leather and Silk anthology is May 1st! Get your stories in… CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Silk and Leather: Lesbian Erotica with an Edge Editor: Victoria Villasenor Publisher: Bold Strokes Books Publication Date: Spring 2020 Theme: Short story lesbian erotica https://boldstrokesuk.wordpress.com/2019/02/05/call-for-submissions-silk-and-leather/ What happens…
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Seriously?
Okay. So, I’m pretty laid back, overall. I have my pet peeves, but I generally leave others well enough alone. Mostly because I’m not a people person to begin with, so other people’s drama flies right past me, like bubbles in the wind. But. Lately there’s been something really getting…
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Come up for air
Travel. A jolt. A thing, an experience, that slams you back into a sense of wonder, a sense of awe, a sense that you’re so small, that you haven’t seen it all, that there’s so much more. Something that brings back the awe, the sublimity, to a life that is…
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When does it start being fun?
Skiing (badly), knees (swollen), limits (irritating), and romance (of a sort). This is going to be a rambler. Bear with me. Skiing The last time I skied was in 2007. I wasn’t great, but I could comfortably do a California blue run without falling. I enjoyed it. I wasn’t too…
