Incredibly busy, slave to the Muses, which isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds.  A couple of the Muses, as it turns out, are really hot sadists, though, so i’ve got that going for me.

i’ve had a love/hate relationship with Twitter.  i’m on my third name, which is “solipsubmissive” if you care to follow me.  i make no promises, though, that i’ll stay.  It seems to be working better for me this time … but if it starts dropping posts from all but two of the people i follow again, i’ll be done with the blasted thing.

Thanks to the blasted economy, the company for which i work had us on week long furloughs from March to June.  Mind you, i’m not complaining about that … i’m thankful i have a job, dreary though it may be.  It resulted in me having a great deal of vacation to use in the second half of the year, though, so it looks like i’m taking a week off in July, August, and September (though the September week straddles October.)  Sooo … thinking about taking a trip end of September, somewhere South-ish, possibly home again.  We shall see.  I also have off from just before Christmas ’til just after New Years.  More time than I’ve ever taken in a single year in my adult life.

i miss my days of writing fiction for y’all (and yes, especially for you.)  The novel i’m currently working on – my third – is on pace to beat deadline, though, so perhaps i can get back to a bit of my darkness-draped-in-light angel/demon stories in the near future.   In the meantime, i’ll post some short pieces when i can.  Those of you who are new to me, i promise i’m not always this … uninteresting.  Stroll through these or these, or this.

Ah, yes … and my angelic history goes back into my youth.  Here’s a little piece of my past:

Yes, that’s me, an angel in our church nativity scene, at the tender, nubile age of fifteen.  Sweet, aren’t i?  ≈laughing≈  The youth director didn’t think i was very sweet, though, when i tried to explain the grass stains on that angelic garb, obtained when i snuck away behind the church for fifteen minutes or so with {insert mumbled name here.}

Naughtiness!  Much love and many kisses to you and you and you!

Release on next novel is January 2010!  Writing like a fiend!  Have officially used more exclamation points in this post than should ever be tolerated!  (You love me anyway.)

≈ kisses for the world ≈

elise

… found me comfortably ensconced in a booth at my favorite  Mexican restaurant, indulging in a couple sangrìas and about a third of a dauntingly large plate of enchiladas.  (The other two thirds is tucked into my fridge for consumption at a time when i’m feeling less full.)

i like this particular place because they know me and my habits, and leave me to scribble in my spiral notebook with minimal interruption.  i wrote until i found myself pulled up short by my lack of knowledge on the subject of traveling by horse.  i attempted a bit of research via phone (i need an iPhone, dammit, and my contract with my current company isn’t up for a year and half) which was largely unsuccessful.  This distracted me enough that i put away my notebook, and shamelessly eavesdropped on the conversations swirling around me.

There was an older lady dining with a friend (married, at one point, to a Spaniard who never taught her how to speak Spanish, but did so beautifully himself, of course) who had been a regular at this establishment, too, as evidenced by the happy hugs and greetings she received from the entire staff.  This made me smile, until they asked after her husband, and she told them, in a voice that only trembled a little, that he had passed six months ago, but that he was in a better place, and no longer suffering.

While i reflected on the beauty of an apparent lifelong love (or that’s what i chose, with my silly romantic heart, to believe) my peace was suddenly shattered by the loud, LOUD laughter of a young lady two booths from mine.  i could only hear her side of whatever conversation she was having, but it jarred, when compared to the gentle conversation of the older ladies.  ”Look, nobody should mess with me.  My mood can snap at the slightest thing.  Remember when I got that girl at the grocery store fired because I didn’t like the way she looked at me?”  She then proceeded to give a rather poor imitation of what the girl had said in an exaggerated ethnic accent, then laughed … LOUDLY again … at her own perceived hilarity.

i looked back at the two older ladies, and found one of them watching me.  i suppose my distaste for the loud girl showed on my face, because she gave me a soft smile, then turned back to her friend.

And now i’m home … to research how long it takes to get from London to Scotland by carriage, and, at the urging of a Facebook friend, to check into the marriage laws in Wales during the early 19th century.

i’m celebrating the Fourth quietly at home, after going to a good friend’s yesterday to celebrate her daughter’s 8th birthday.  Both days called for a refreshing summer beverage, so i whipped up some mojitos.  Having learned the secret to making the perfect mojito, i am now convinced there are only two places in the Carolinas one can obtain a decent mojito;  La Torres in Uptown Charlotte (only on Friday nights) … and my house.

i hope the long weekend finds you all well and safe.  Including my darling sadist friends (who i truly do adore, despite the dripping sarcasm of the previous post.)

Effin’ sadists.

Photo taken moments before consumption.

Mojitos

• Rum
• Cane syrup (I make my own, when i can get sugarcane, which is plentiful at home, but not so much here.  When cane is not available, i use raw cane sugar instead of the processed white stuff.)
• Seltzer
• Lime
• Mint leaves
• Ice

i don’t measure, so can’t help you there, but basically, layer the first three ingredients in an ice filled shaker according to taste, squeeze in a couple slices of lime, then drop the rind in the glass.  Add a couple mint leaves, give it a good shake, and pour into a glass.

It is hard for me to decide which is more refreshing on a summer day … this, or a pitcher of fresh fruit sangrìas.  Either way, enjoy!

(Feel free to insert your name where it says “sadist” if you think this applies to you.  ≈beatific smile≈)

You know, i think you’re really pretty amazing.  A swell kinda guy.  All those really cool things you can do to me just take my breath away.  Oh, sure, sometimes it could get pretty ouchy and/or bloody, but i know, in my silly submissive heart of hearts, that you’re Doing It For My Own Good.  Right?

Oh.  Wrong.  Silly me.

You’re doing it for your own good.  ≈ponders that a moment, then smiles brightly≈  Well, that’s okay, cuz, you see, i’m all submissive and stuff, and so i absolutely adore offering myself as an instrument in this capacity.  All that silly stuff about protection, and honor, and belonging to someone forever is just super duper silly!!!  ≈musical little giggle≈

i’ve decided, because i’m such a good girl, to find your dark brooding angst totally cute.  That thing where you get all distant and superior used to make me all kinds of, like, you know, mad and stuff, but i’ve made great strides in self-awareness, and i’ve realized something.  Are you ready? (Gosh, i’m so so SO excited about this little epiphany.)

Your happiness is not my responsibility.

≈proud look≈

So, here’s the thing:  Yes, please, i’d love to crawl for you, beg for you, cry for you, and even scream for you.   Yes, you can feel free to pour your darkness into my light, and i’ll still make an excellent vessel for that.  Yes, you can use me to sate your sadism, fulfill your sexual needs, and even share some sort of emotional, cathartic experience that leaves us both drained and exhausted.  But when you’re finished with all that … go home.

My adoration has a statute of limitations.

Love,

elise