Six Sentence Sunday 18/03 (6)


I love doing these. I’ve done more than I ever figured I would, so now I need to number them. I’m considering making this a regular feature as well, since its so easy to do. Six Sentences of various steamy goodness (they do all tend to be erotica) to showcase work that doesn’t get highlighted all that much.

So… these is Six Sunday bonus blog number six (lots of sixes happening here… I wonder if I should mark that with something?)

This is from an an erotic short story called ‘The First Time.’ Its just had it’s second draft and I want to give it one more once over before I’m happy to let it go out into the wild (to beta readers).

I hope you enjoy!

When I entered the bedroom, she was already naked.

I could see the shape of her body through the thin, white sheets and the little shadow of darkness that was the hair between her legs. My breath caught in my throat.

“Lara?” I whispered it, fighting the panic I felt rising in my chest. It was a block of ice, stuck in my throat, wedged between my lungs.

^_^ More next week I think and, for now, be sure to check out the other Six Sentence samples from a fabulous selection of other authors. Catch you next time. ^_^

Six Sentence Sunday

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About My Babies


Sometimes – just sometimes mind you – I wonder if I’ve run out of things to say. If only because every three seconds my mind has turned to one of two things; my babies and my job.

My job is a recent development, in that the company I work for has announced a string of redundancies that will effectively bump off a quarter of the work force. My entire team is at risk. And, to be honest, I suppose its normal to be worried considering the fact that I’m supposed to be going on maternity leave pretty soon.

The babies are not so recent a development; I learned about them the weekend I returned from my last LARP last year. Of course we decided to keep it quiet until that all important three month marker, but it was still on my mind, you know? Now its all about twins and moses baskets and birth plans and pain management. >.< Even more interesting because more than before, the pregnancy is starting to take its toll on my day to day life.
I had two weeks off a short while ago for fatigue and fainting spells and another day off last week because my body refused to get out of bed. PGP is nothing to be sniffed at and its on its way to SPD which hurts like a BITCH!

Anyway, with all that going on in my mind, I thought it best that I just do this post to get it out of my system. Well… not to completely forget that I’m pregnant or anything daft like that, but to draw the focus of my blog back towards what I’m supposed to be writing.

So… here goes.

Early scan photo of my twins; November 2011.I’m pregnant. With twins. They are due on 26 May, though in all likeliness I’ll go in three weeks early for an inducement – something that my consultant told me, very early on was what might be best. Of course, that’s on the assumption that my precious babes don’t decide that they would like to breathe the free air a little sooner than that. Who can tell, right? I have no idea what they are, other than to say that they’re identical and will therefore be either two boys or two girls. Originally I quite liked the idea of one of each, though two of one ‘flavour’ if you like, is growing on me a great deal. If only because I can imagine playing all sorts of tricks on people when they’re old enough to play along with me. Heh, and then, of course, when they’re old enough to play tricks on me I’ll have be sure that I’m wise to it.

Names are something of a funny thing. The running joke right now is that we’ll end up with one ‘human name’ and one ‘elf name’ just because our tastes in names are so different. Though admittedly some of the Welsh ones are incredibly pretty, with a pleasant taste on the tongue when you roll them out your mouth. We both cooed over ‘Gabrielle’ yesterday in a way that was encouraging, just because double-cooing – as I like to call it – doesn’t happen as often as it could. It hasn’t stopped my list from growing though, and its rather telling that its early entries are populated by character names. Well… they become character names because I like them! So that shouldn’t be surprising, right?

Right now, as I sit at my desk, I can feel them thumping me quiet pleasantly as I write. Dave is behind me doing some mixing, which they also seem to respond to quite well. Music, singing and laughter seem to be things they like very much which, considering their parentage is quite comforting. There will be no shortage of any of those things in this house. 🙂

I suppose I could talk a little about how I’m feeling. Though this is one of the few times that I can think of, off hand, in which that’s quite hard to do. I never anticipated something like this happening to me before. I was always a great advocate of ‘I’ve got my own things to do; there’s no space for babies in there.’ But the more I think about it and the more I feel them growing inside me, the more accustomed I become to their movements and moods, the more I wonder what it will be like.

To say I’m excited is a wild understatement, but I’m hiding it quite well under a glaze of calm which, in turn, is only just shielding the world from my terror. I’m almost blind with it and the latest news from work doesn’t really help. The world and local news I watch every day after The Simpsons doesn’t help much either.
I mean, what sort of world is this to bring two children into?

Dave and I

Dave and I hanging from a tree (okay not really, but it was funny holding the camera that way)

Children who will, let’s face it, be born into an extremely interesting home; multiracial, with parents who are, what some might consider to be at either end of a significant age gap. Older siblings already out in the world, doing their own thing. Extended families on either side that are themselves extended…. Its busy, busy busy!
Though I should be frank right now and say that I feel that all that stuff will only help them. Dave and I are different enough that we have a varied wealth of love and experience to bring to two new lives, but we also love each enough that any perceived ‘problems’ are immediately quashed. Sounds mushy, but its true; these kids are going to be so, so loved (with a good ear for music, story telling and SPAG)!

Right… I drifted a bit there.

In other posts I’ve talked about their impact on my life, both as Ileandra Young and boring me who works 9-5 in an office. Though, to be honest, the more I think about it, the more I wonder if this is a chance to bring more of Ileandra Young to the forefront. I’m under no illusions that I’m going to have no time at all for writing in the first few months, but after that, while I’m still on maternity leave, and they’ve learned to sleep through the night, surely there will be some time to complete a few more projects? Surely there will be some time to maybe get started on Walking The Razor’s Edge, while testing the waters for interest in its prequel, SORB? Surely some of the shorter stories and flash fiction I’ve been writing can be shot off in the direction of competitions, open anthologies and the like?

These twins are already blessings – as my mum calls them – but I wonder if they’re even more of a blessing than even she realises? Maybe they’re going to be the push I need to finally get my writing career moving with a little speed. I’ve done so many things already this year, things that I never thought I’d do before these babies, that its only one more thing to add to an ever growing list of ‘Can Dos.’

Heh, maybe that’s why I love talking about them so much; I’m excited about all the things we’re going to do together and all the things I’m going to do for them, because rest assured… its all about my babies now. ^_^ If they can’t have it at least half as good as I have all these years, then I’m doing something wrong!

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80 Post Challenge – Post 54


What are all your thoughts on god?


I’m fairly certain I’ve answered a question somewhat like this before. Hmm… can’t remember what number it was now, which is a shame, but that was probably more about religion than God. Oh yes, you can find that post here.

Anyway… God. Funny, I was having a conversation a short while ago about ‘godparents’ and christenings and trying to decide what I wanted. I was raised Christian (C of E), as I have said before, but that’s no longer my faith. So my thoughts on marriage and christenings are that they would be far more for other people, rather than for me.

God however, is a funny thing. Because which god are you talking about? Depending on who you speak to, God is very many different people, or at least he has loads of different names too. God, Jehovah, Brahma, Waheguru, Allah, Yahweh, Huwa… it goes on! And those names, in various religions, refer to a singular God. That doesn’t even count religions with multiple deities or ancient cultures where there were several gods (Romans, Greeks and Egyptians to name a few). That doesn’t consider Wicca where the name and form of the God and Goddess are individual to each person or even something like Jediism (I know, I know!) which I don’t believe has a central god-figure.

I suppose if I ever talk about God, I’d be talking about the Christian God. Mainly because that was my faith for a long time. But I don’t think my views on this omnipotent being matches the rest of the faith, or if it does, I’ve not been told as such. In fact… I’m certain it doesn’t:

In my eyes God is not, nor ever has been a physical person. God is a concept that we, as humans, have introduced to make us feel better about the world we live in. To give us an excuse or reason for the bad/good things that happen around us and to us. But as well as that, God is an ideal that we strive towards as an example of what we should all be as human beings. God is an almighty force (ever heard of an act of God? Anybody saying that is usually talking about extreme weather or natural disasters, which are things that we can’t do anything about) that we are obliged to bow to because he/she/it is stronger and able to reach further than any of us.

For me, God is the personification of what humans want to be; all powerful, all knowing, but at the same time, good, kind, selfless, loving, generous…. Which isn’t a bad thing (except perhaps for the all powerful, all knowing part). After all, isn’t that what each religion is teaching us anyway: be nice to each other? That’s the core of it, right? So why shouldn’t God, in whatever form, be all of those things that are considered good traits?

O.o that was a bit heavy for so early in the day! No more religious stuff for a bit, please!

 

 

 

 

My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.

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TMI; You Say That Like Its A Bad Thing!


I remember when I first heard this phrase. It was probably just about the time I realised that I really wasn’t a student any more and that the London Lingo I’d known so well, had rushed off without me since my move to Leicester.

I believe I was telling somebody about my first kiss with a girl. It may have been my sister, but I don’t think so, since I also have a memory of her eyes shining with unabashed horror when she realised what I was saying and that I wasn’t joking (its okay; horror quickly turned to wild curiosity, especially when I refused to give her any more details – I can be quite mean like that).

Anyway, I was describing how pleasant it had been and how much the fact caught me by surprise when the recipient to my story squealed ‘TMI, TMI!’ and promptly ran away. I was left bemused and certain I’d offended somebody more than I’d actually meant to, until I checked out Urban Dictionary later that day.

Clip from Urban Dictionary

Click for full Urban Dictionary article

Ah, I thought, okay, maybe folk aren’t ready to know that I’m bi. And I left it at that.

Now, however, I know what the term means and find myself using it fairly often along with other choice phrases such as; ‘Eeew!’ ‘Dude, no!’ ‘You think?!’ ‘Seriously?!’ ‘Cool.’ ‘Fucking-A!’ and so on. I feel fully caught up not so much with the London Lingo, but The Lingo which allows me to forget, just for a little longer, the slow creeping of that next milestone; my 30th birthday.

So imagine my surprise, reading through blog comments here, when I find that not only has the lovely Kana Tyler (Kana’s Chronicles – check her out if you’ve not done so already) put this blog up for an award, but the name of the prize is the TMI Blog Award.

Squee!

I read through her entry about the award, had my giggle and then sat down to have a little think. Really? I thought, followed swiftly by that strange kinda snorting sound I make when I don’t have the time to get the laughter out in full. Aaaaawesome! ^_^

And so it is. I hadn’t really thought about it before, but this blog has grown so much from what it originally began as; a showcase of my writing and updates about projects. The blog has become a means for me to share things that are important to me, or news that amuses/angers/frightens me. I use it to connect not only to the Writing Community I’m slowly becoming part of, but with the people who I hope one day will be reading my books. I use it to showcase me, even the weird and slightly funky bits that ‘younger me’ might have cringed at anybody else knowing. The 80 Post Challenge for instance, asks questions that I do occasionally have to dig deep for and I do thoroughly enjoy answering those prompts.

This is my second blog award now and I still can’t stop grinning at the thought that somebody is thinking of me. I also love the idea that I can now pass the award on and spread the love! So, first of all, these are the rules:

  1. Thank the person who presented you with the award.
  2. Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
  3. Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.
  4. Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
  5. Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.
  6. Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.

Well thank you, Kana, very, very much! I’m not sure that I have quite as many stories as you, but I’m going to enjoy talking about them. Next, since links are taken care of above, this is what the award looks like:TMI Award Banner

The TMI Blog Award honours those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well.

These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing, and intimate experiences with honesty, humor, and little to no filter.

*snerk* You should hear me when I’m telling a story full flow! Even this morning I was sharing with Dave some of the strange dreams I’d had the night before and I could tell he was twitching trying not to laugh at me. The same face he makes when I give him the full back story of every name in the baby-names list (what can I say? Most of them are roleplay characters who have full, rich back stories that need to be shared!).

My embarrassing story then:
Celebrating my 18th birthday, I ended up at the pub with some friends. After a few (too many) drinks, I popped to the loo, did my business and headed out with the others to catch a bus home.
My friends insisted that I was drunk and that I should eat something to ‘soak up the alcohol.’ With nothing to hand but a packet of chocolate raisins I sat on a bench to wait for the bus.
By the time it arrived I was giddy with alcohol AND sugar, leaping up to board the bus before realising that my trousers had –somehow – fallen right down to my ankles (revealing not my prettiest underwear)!
Red faced and slurring, I boarded the bus and scurried to the top level where I could hide. But! …the cold from my sudden exposure downstairs had brewed a faint sniffle in my nose, so when I sat down, with a mouthful of chocolate raisins, I let out an almighty sneeze! …showering the bloke in front of me with spit, snot and half chewed chocolate treats!
It was the hardest – and funniest – apology I’ve ever had to make and my ‘friends’ were no help at all!

*sigh* Hey, I did that in 200 words! That will teach me for not properly reading the rules.

And with that story out of the way I’d like to send the award on to these lovely, lovely people; not necessarily because their blog posts are TMI, but because of how deep I’m allowed into their lives and habits by what they write and because of the grace with which they handle difficult subjects. Also some are just funny and deserve it!
Missy Biozarre @ Missy Biozarre, Young Adult Author
Mercia @ Slaying Dragons
Maria @ First Draft Cafe
Sally @ Ouch.
Leona @ The Writing of a Wisoker on the Loose

There. ^_^ Gonna leave comments for these guys so they know they’ve won.
Thanks for reading everyone!

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Writing For Kids


The idea keeps coming up in my brain. I’m not really surprised, with motherhood looming over me like a dark, cloaked sceptre not unlike Harry Potter’s Dementors (or the Black Riders of Lord Of The Rings… ever notice how similar they look?). The idea creeps up on me and sucks on my soul, turning me (albeit it briefly) away from my love of vampires, werewolves, fae and gore towards fluffy clouds with faces, talking animals and distant, magical lands.

Yikes!

When I think about the type of books I used to read when I was younger, or the books that were read to me, I’m FASCINATED that my tastes have evolved as they have. Maybe it was some sort of crazed, inner rebellion that made me say ‘pooo; now that’s enough of that, let’s go kill people!’ I dunno, who can say for sure?

Anyway, what I’m trying to get across is, that part of me is wondering if my writing will naturally change towards stories that are more ‘kid friendly,’ or if I’ll have to put especial effort into leaving out darker themes. Hell, I just wrote a piece of flash fiction about a woman burying her (still living!) husband beneath an apple tree on their anniversary. That’s not really the sort of thing you want your children to grow up with, is it?

I reassure myself by saying that I don’t think my writing will change. Even when I first started writing SORB, known back then as ‘To Be A Teenage Vampire,’ the tale included plenty of murder, lecherous secondary school teachers (with due consequences) and strong mental torture (otherwise known as angst, I suppose). How old was I then… fourteen? Fifteen? And teenagers now are very different to teenagers then (mid 90s). Hell, they’ll change again before my kids make it that far.

One thing that sticks in my mind from when I was pre-teen is one of those songs that we used to sing in the playground. Gross, silly, but funny to my adult mind even after all those years.

Mummy, oh Mummy there’s something in my nappy!
Its big and round; I can’t sit down.
Mix it up with wee-wee, make it nice and creamy,
That was nice! I’ll have another slice!

Now… I don’t know why this keeps coming back to mind – probably because its one I liked so much – but part of me thinks if its just poo, wee and fart jokes, that kids like, then it shouldn’t be difficult.

Then I look at ‘books for kids’ out there at the moment and realise, actually, its moved on soooooooooooo far from there. Its a whole new skill to write for children and I think while I may be able to make up stories on the fly with my babies, writing them down will be a bit trickier.

Hmm, maybe I’ll leave that to the pros.

Though saying that I did write something a while back that, in my mind, was ‘for children.’ I’ll have to see if I can root it out and maybe post it here on the Excerpts page. The Dead Tree I believe it was called. Hmm… not an especially light and fluffy title either. *snerk*

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