Gwen, your blog on procrastination inspired me and shook me out of the doldrums. Sometimes a little kick in the right spot works wonders. Good stuff! soft lips caressing seducing with sweet whispers unfair advantage whispering voices rustling sheets, perfect … Continue reading →
Most of us aren’t gifted with a lifestyle allowing us to pursue every whim. Most of us have jobs, families, school, and a host of other responsibilities. Most of us have . . . well, lives. But then, we also … Continue reading →
I recently finished Kresley Cole’s novel, ‘Dark Desires after Dusk’. It is one of her ‘Immortals after Dark’ series. I found it a different take on the often cliched paranormal romance novels that are so popular at the moment. In … Continue reading →
This is my first post on the new rota by Noony I felt like writing something fluffy… this is the first part of…*mumbles* there isn’t much happening yet but don’t give up on me yet ^^ Sybella moved from room … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistressby A. Catherine NoonChapter 14 Fine. If Viktor Khrushchev wanted to pretend this was some kind of bad crime novel, then fine. She would show him that Rachel Carmichael was nobody’s fool. After all, it … Continue reading →
The third kingdom or chapter in “The Vein of Gold” is related to sound. Sound is powerful and can be used in many ways to heal the individual. Ms. Cameron suggests washing in sound, building a sound shield, setting moods, … Continue reading →
I’ve tried my hand at some Haiku. It’s here for your enjoyment. Love ~ Eaton. engulfing sadness unshed tears burning like fire punishment complete secret obsession stars unfolding mysteries Illumination clouds, swirling turmoil dangerously raging storm seeking sweet solace
Continue reading →As we head into what shows every sign of being a prolonged period of economic stress, it pays to look to our own houses and make sure they are ready to weather the coming storm. As writers, we must be … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistressby A. Catherine NoonChapter 13 Viktor’s smirk widened. “I can find it because I know where to look.” He paused. “You’ve had no contact from the boy?” Rachel squinted in an effort to keep her … Continue reading →
I almost posted an entry this morning but I farted and I lost it. “Well, shishkabob,” I said (plus, a whole lot more). I wrote about something that I’d been wanting to write about for a long time, but hadn’t … Continue reading →