- posting dates for Chapter 37 of A New Day and Chapter 8 of Slave to A Gladiator
- dates of my vacation
- itemized list of all the new clothes I bought for my vacation
- a brief mention of Fluffy, the world's cutest cat
- some grumbling about a tedious romance novel I recently wasted time on
All right, here's my posting schedule for the next little while, and I'm afraid it's not necessarily good news for fans of Slave to a Gladiator. I've put S to a G aside while I work on A New Day, which I've gotten really behind on. Chapter 37 of that story has come back from the betas and now needs tweaking from me. I'll do that this weekend and post it either on Saturday or Sunday night.
Regarding S to a G, chapter 8 has also come back from the betas and also needs tweaking. I'll post chapter 8 of S to a G on Monday or Tuesday night, and unfortunately, it's going to be my last chapter until the fall, probably mid-September. It's set in October of Dee and Ryo's first year together, so the party is really a Halloween party. Chapters 8, 9 and 10 don't have any sex in in them because they mainly deal with party hijinks where various people get embarrassed or into trouble. Sex and spanking resume when Ryo and Dee return home after the party.
For those of you looking for hotness, there's more coming this summer. There will be at least one more sex scene in A New Day, but not until the next couple of chapters have passed. It's currently Thursday in the story, and Ryo and Dee still have a 'sex date' on Friday! I'll also be posting a two-chapter PWP story about Ryo and Dee dealing with the summer heat. I wrote part one last year, and then the weather cooled down before I got around to finishing it, so I lost interest and decided to save it for this summer instead. I'll be posting that in the second half of July.
Thank you to all my readers, first of all for reading my offerings, and also for your patience in waiting for them. I want to once again assure you that I will always finish anything I post. I have a lot of unfinished stories on my computer that you guys haven't seen yet, mainly because I haven't decided if I want to finish them. (Like for example, the story about Diana's lingerie and beachwear party) However, once I post the first chapter of something on any public site, including my LJ, you can count on me 100% to finish it. Furthermore, I'll post regularly until I do. The only thing that would stop me would be some kind of accident or serious illness. Or maybe a period of incarceration! But that last one is really unlikely because I'm such a law-abiding goody-two-shoes who always wears her bicycle helmet and seat belt, and refrains from getting into bar brawls. I'm too busy to have time to get into trouble, basically!
I'll be gone on vacation from July 21st to July 3rd, and I don't expect to be able to check my email more than a couple of times while I'm out of the country. I don't think I'll be able to do any writing while I'm gone. I've written lots of stuff in notebooks in the past that has never made it onto the computer because I'm too lazy to type something that I've already written. I'll start writing Chapter 38 of A New Day when I return. I hope to be able to post it by the third week of July, possibly sooner.
In other news, my upcoming vacation has forced me to engage in a hated activity: shopping! I hate shopping for clothes and pretty well anything, except food. I'm more of a catalogue person. I wish I had a personal shopper who would go out and tramp round malls and buy stuff for me. There are so many other things I would rather do with my limited free time than wander around stores. Anyway, because of all the shopping, I now have a closet full of new clothes. I've bought a long, black, sleeveless dress, two skirts (one black and green, the other turquoise), a pair of beige cropped pants, a pair of long black pants, five blouses (peach, lavender, dark green, light green), two short sleeved crocheted sweaters (one black and one lime green), three tee-shirts, a light lime-green jacket, a dressy black and white evening top, two pairs of spa socks that actually smell like lavender and sage and are guaranteed to smell good through 25 washes (don't know if I believe that), assorted new underthings, and a pair of extremely comfortable black wedge heeled sandals. I hope this means I don't have to go shopping again for a really long time.
I'm really looking forward to my vacation, but every time I look at Fluffy, I start missing him terribly, even though I haven't left yet! My poor, poor kitty. A dear friend is coming here to cat-sit, but I know that Fluffy will feel scared, abandoned and worried about his future when all three of his primary caregivers all vanish at the same time. I wish there was some way I could explain to him that it's only temporary and we really will be back, but it's impossible.
I recently read an incredibly dull het romance by a bestselling author whose name I must endeavor to memorize so that I never waste money on any of her books again. Why did I buy it? Well it had an interesting premise, but it rapidly deteriorated into repetitive crud. I don't know what happened there. I'm normally pretty selective about the books I read, but I was shopping quickly for reading material for the vacation, and that one kinda sneaked into my pile. Oh well. The interesting thing about my experience with that book is that the person who wrote it is a best-selling author, which means that thousands and thousands of people out there must enjoy reading repetitive crud! Hmmm... However, let me state that despite the yawns this book aroused in me, I do believe this particular author IS capable of writing something interesting. I think she's just following a formula that has possibly been laid on her by her publisher. Maybe they sent the first draft back to her and ordered her to take out the interesting and challenging plot elements and put in more and yet more trifling lovers' quarrels and coyly-written vanilla sex scenes. Vanilla sex scenes, might I add, that miraculously ended in screaming orgasms, even though neither the male nor female lead displayed any evidence whatsoever of sexual skill, unless you count smoldering gazes and chest caressing.
And no, I'm not going to say who she is, because I've already slagged her book. I'll name names when I have something good to say, but not when I have only bad things to say.
In closing, I apologize for the boringness of this rather verbose post.