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Okay, I think the child being in preschool is great, because that’s 2.25 hours where I have the house entirely to myself and I can have Pandora playing on the roku instead of episodes of Sesame Street replaying over and over again. My brain shuts everything else off and I just go, write write write, for about 1.75 hours of that time.

After all, I like to prep, first. Reread what I wrote the day before. Play around on the internet. Think, and trust the characters that they’ll tell me where they want to go. I have averaged roughly 2k words a day, during those preschool hours. it’s glorious.

If I could harness the urge to write and hold onto it for the rest of the day, though, that would be even better. Instead, I work on character memes and other little things for the writing communities I’m apart of on LJ. I filled out two Character Interview Memes on there, one for Savin and the other for Mitchel, both of which I need to post. So in a way, I’ve been doing my work, and then thinking about other aspects of my work.

It’s been rather nice. I’d like to have a 3k day total again, someday soon, and I might write a little more before going to bed, but with how tired I feel, I might not. I will certainly aim for another 2-3k words tomorrow. 🙂

And of course, you’re snippet for the day:

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Clearly, I need more time to myself

I started looking over what I wrote of Say No More, the next installment of Say What You Want, this morning at 9am on the dot.

Finished reading through it in 15 minutes or so (I’m a slow reader), and started writing. Stopped at 10:40 (or just after).

Two thousand words in that time frame. Which is my daily goal. Granted, I’m exhausted, and haven’t really written anything but a few lines here and there since, but damn. When I don’t have a child to watch I can certainly be productive and get more writing done in a day. Mondays will be shot, starting next week, but having Tuesday-Friday every week where I write as much as I can while my child is at preschool is a good thing. I’m hoping to develop a routine of sorts. I’m always my most productive between 9 and 11am, anyway. Which works great for me. 🙂

The fact that I will also have at least an hour or two to myself in the evenings, now, will help tremendously as well. Of course, I’m shot by about 9pm, most days, but I can try, no?

Enough rambling from me. Here’s the snippet for the day: (Warning, explicit content within)

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I’m Not Dead!

The past few days have been huge emotional roller coaster type ones, so I haven’t been writing much. Having my ex come home, dealing with my child’s school (!!!), and then couple’s therapy and realizing the goal we both agreed on might not work out best for me in the long run…. It’s a lot. I keep trying to push through one day at a time but I don’t know how well that’s working. 

I did, however, write about 1500 words today. I didn’t meet my goal of getting a book out this week, but I have most of one written. I may finish it tomorrow and save to publish it until Monday; I’m not sure yet. I do want to write the next chapter or two of my novel, too. 

Without further ado, some of what I’ve written today:


He made to turn on his heel, but Carla grabbed his arm, holding him in place. She then moved in close, her new form a couple of inches shorter than her old one. Her lips brushed against his own, soft and even warm for a moment. “I don’t think you actually want me to get dressed,” she breathed as she pulled away. “Tell me, Alex. Just how…’functional’ am I, now?”

“Fully,” was his quick response. He wished the heat in his face would die away, but he ignored that as best he could as he watched Carla’s every move.

She turned her back to him, pulling the sheet aside as she bowed her head. “So — that part should work as a normal woman’s, right?”

“In theory,” Alex muttered, tearing his eyes away from her. Instead, he focused his attention back on his desk, shuffling already organized paperwork around. “I didn’t have any real way to test it.”

He felt hands on his shoulders as Carla pressed against him, one of her hands trailing down her front and picking at the buttons of his shirt. He could feel her artificial breath against his neck. “Would you like to test it now?” She turned him around, pushing him up against his desk as her hands roamed over his clothed chest. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Alex, even when I was in that other body.”

Alex’s his breath caught in his throat at her words, a familiar warmth filling him as he noticed Carla still wore only the sheet that had originally covered her body. Those green eyes of hers flashed, her smile almost predatory as she slipped between his legs, her hands ghosting along his thighs. “I don’t — I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carla,” he managed, wishing his pants didn’t suddenly feel so tight.

Carla laughed, her smile widening as she unbuttoned his shirt. “You’re an awful liar,” she teased. One hand rubbed against his crotch, eliciting a small moan from Alex. “You built me this body so we could have sex, right? A lonely man like yourself — why else would you make sure I looked and felt so lifelike?”

Alex’s cheeks burned as he nodded his head. He reached out, hesitantly placing his hands on Carla’s hips. “Does that — does that bother you?” he asked.

Carla just moved closer to him, the thin sheet slipping lower on her body and barely covering her chest as she did so. She pushed his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, revealing Alex’s bare chest. “As long as I have the right to tell you no, I have no issue you with you wanting me, Alex,” she answered, kissing along the edge of his neck.

Her hands were on the buckle to his belt. She undid it swiftly before sinking to her knees, kneeling before him. As she pulled him free from his pants, Alex found himself holding his breath in anticipation. Green eyes glowed, a playful smile on Carla’s lips before she teased her tongue along the edge of his swollen head.

He gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles quickly turning white as he tossed his head back and groaned. It had been so long since anyone or anything had touched him in this way. Alex fought the urge to bury his fingers in Carla’s thick, synthetic hair, and instead whispered, “You can say what — whatever you want, Carla.”

It’s Monday!

Which means going back to the grind, for me. Except the grind is far more enjoyable than any other job I’ve ever held. I didn’t write a whole lot today, but my bff went back home and I managed to write 800 words before my brain shut down. My child was up earlier than usual today, which meant *I* was up earlier than usual today. I’m actually ready to pass out. 

I thiiiink I can stretch this to 4k, though. It’s at just over 3k now, there are a couple of more sex acts I want to describe, then the after-play and the expansion of the opening scene, so that there’s a bit more awkward/competitive tension between Derrick and Brandon. I like writing threesomes even though I don’t necessarily think I’m good at it, lol. But practice makes perfect, right? 

Just need to keep writing. The improvement will come a little faster, that way. 🙂 Until then, a snippet… It’s right in the middle of the action, so be warned for NSFWyness.

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Progress Report & Snippet

Didn’t write a lot today (well, for me), but I did start the next part of the “Say What You Want” series, which should be another 10k like Say Please was. We’ll see how it goes, but here’s the start of it. Not safe for work, etc etc, I started right off with smutty things, so… yeah. 😉


Dustin moaned, gasping as Jess slammed into him over and over. Despite how exhausted he was, he still didn’t want to Jess to stop. He wanted Jess to keep pounding him, to feel Jess’s hot breath on his back, nails clawing at Dustin’s sides and his hips. His arms wavered, barely holding him up with each thrust of Jess’s hips.

It felt like they had been doing this for hours. He could feel Jess’s hand wrap around his cock loosely, each stroke matching each slap of flesh. Dustin couldn’t possibly get any louder, couldn’t go on any longer, but he wanted to be filled like this always. Needed it. Damn near demanded it, the way his body always craved something in it.

“What else — what else did he — did he do?” Jess asked, breathless.

Dustin cracked a smile before a harsh gasp escaped him, Jess slamming into him once more. His arms gave out, and he struggled to push himself back up so Jess could fuck him even deeper. “He wouldn’t — wouldn’t let me — fucking touch him,” Dustin groaned, his cock twitching at the thought of Shawn Baker, medical billionaire extraordinaire, holding his arms in place while he screwed Dustin into his mattress.

The thought, plus the sensation of Jess’s hand tightening around his cock, was all too much. Dustin cried out, whole body freezing as he came hard into Jess’s hand. Jess slammed into him for a few moments longer before shuddering to an erratic stop, collapsing onto bed beside Dustin. The two curled up together, Dustin resting his head on Jess’s shoulder, both still out of breath.

“You — really had a lot of fun with him, didn’t you?” Jess gasped, smiling at Dustin. He ran his hand along Dustin’s bare shoulder. Dustin knew Jess was tracing the bite marks Shawn had left, even though the bruises had begun to fade a day or two ago.

Dustin smiled back, trying not to think of how Shawn had made him beg to be fucked. “Not as much fun as I have with you,” he answered. He brushed Jess’s sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes. “Love you,” he murmured, kissing Jess lightly. “I’m gonna go get a shower, okay?”

Jess snorted, rolling his eyes. “Love you, too. And of course you are, dude. You always take a shower afterwards,” he teased, black eyes sparkling. “We should probably get up for the day, anyway.”