Shannon Stacey


His, uh…you know

With the husband’s business going strong and the writing and spring and the saving the world before bedtime stuff going on, the priorities around the house have shifted a bit. So the husband suggests, as far as household stuff goes, pretending I’m not home during the day. I’m away at the office, which doubles as his company office and my writing office. Then, like all other working moms, I leave the office at the end of the day and clean my house.

The problem, of course, is the short kid. Needless to say, he and his needs run amok through my oh-so-professional office. And that’s okay. I trained myself long ago to be able to get up in the middle of a sentence, be gone ten minutes, and come back to the sentence. The problem lies in his overwhelming desire to be outside. The deal has always been that we pick the tall kid up at school in the afternoon, and from then until suppertime (bedtime if we barbeque) it’s outside time.

Well…that’s when I’m supposed to be cleaning my house. So during this experiment in priority shifting, my house has suffered. Badly. But the writing’s going well, so we don’t want to skew the experiment too much. The answer—the digital voice recorder. All during the day I can roam around talking into the microphone, feeling very much like a dork, then set up a chair outside and transcribe it all into Alphie. (I can’t actually write during that period—I drag in the afternoons.)

The fun part of writing erotic romance: there are a TON of words I can write—that my characters can say—that I can’t say out loud. *g*

His hips moved ever so slightly, rubbing his aching…you know against her stomach. He pulled his head back, away from her neck, before he gave in to those base urges he thought he’d conquered long ago.
Tomas gazed, instead, into her dark sapphire eyes, and bent his knees slightly, bringing his…you know what lower. Even through the fabric of her shorts and his own pants, he imagined he could feel the heat of her, and he moaned with his need.

I can’t share the sex scene I’ve been working on without giving away the story, but it was riddled with you knows, and his…things, and her yayas and you know whats.

17 comments to “His, uh…you know”

  1. Jaci
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      · May 6th, 2005 at 10:35 am · Link

    *snort*

    How about Peg A, Slot B, Slot C, Slot D? :lmao:



  2. Mel
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      · May 6th, 2005 at 11:03 am · Link

    Peg A….. omg.
    But Shan, ya know, I couldn’t do it either. In all honestly I don’t think I could recite into a recorder period, much say THOSE words!

    :shrug: gimme a keyboard!

    Hope you get your schedule figured and get’ta rocking and rolling on that kick tail ms!



  3. Alison
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      · May 6th, 2005 at 12:22 pm · Link

    I used to write EVERYTHING on a recorder! Driving to and from work, taking walks. I used to just go DRIVE in order t write! LOL! It’s fun, isn’t it! Especially listening to your own voice, hehehe!:lmao:



  4. Charlene T
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      · May 6th, 2005 at 5:44 pm · Link

    Hey, whatever gets the job done! Sounds like you’ve found a method that’s working. In spite of the things, yayas, you knows. :woot:

    I take it you’ve finally got your characters :nookie:



  5. Shannon
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      · May 6th, 2005 at 11:40 pm · Link

    It’s definitely awkward, and I find I don’t like the sound of my own voice, but it’s getting words on the page right now, so I’ll live with it.

    What’s really a bitch is that, being from Mass and NH, I talk really, really fast, and the transcription part sucks.

    But…words on the page. :woot:



  6. Anna Lucia
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      · May 7th, 2005 at 7:53 am · Link

    :lmao: Fantastic, Shan.

    But :whip: keep going!



  7. Anna Lucia
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      · May 7th, 2005 at 8:07 am · Link

    TAG. You’re It



  8. Charlie
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      · May 7th, 2005 at 8:11 am · Link

    If you’d like I can do the dirty talking to you…uh…I mean for you :neener:



  9. Shannon
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      · May 7th, 2005 at 8:39 am · Link

    Dammit, Anna!

    Hmmmmmmm…how would that work, Charlie?

    Oh wait! You’re just trying to get out of following your PLOT like your wife told you to. :neener:



  10. Larissa
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      · May 7th, 2005 at 9:59 am · Link

    LOL! That cracks me up, because I’m the same way. :nod: My husband thinks I’m a freak, because I can write all this graphic material, but I turn bright red if I actually have to SAY any of it! :wink:



  11. Anna Lucia
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      · May 7th, 2005 at 12:32 pm · Link

    If you could hear what I’m saying right now, trying to establish my comfort zone.

    Piggy Kitty is going :eyebrow:



  12. Shannon
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      · May 7th, 2005 at 4:58 pm · Link

    :rofl: @ Piggy Kitty. I can just imagine.

    And considering all the words that DO come out of my mouth with disturbing regularity, it surprises me that I can’t say these out loud. Just can’t do it. (Oh, and btw, I only do the sex scenes roaming while the short kid’s at school. I do have two cats to give the :eyebrow: look, though.)



  13. Anna Lucia
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      · May 8th, 2005 at 5:52 am · Link

    :rofl:



  14. AngieW
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      · May 8th, 2005 at 12:19 pm · Link

    I want to know how tea with the tall kid went!! I’ve been waiting darn it! :whip:



  15. Shannon
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      · May 8th, 2005 at 7:10 pm · Link

    Hey, something to blog about for tomorrow! :dance:



  16. Briana
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      · May 8th, 2005 at 7:46 pm · Link

    Psssy! You’ve been tagged
    http://breezyl.blogspot.com/ :type:

    And where’s my book, woman :whip:



  17. Shannon
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      · May 8th, 2005 at 8:07 pm · Link

    Hmm…I guess since you and Anna both tagged me, I’d better do it.

    Your book? Sorry, I’m too busy playing blog tag. :lmao:

    Plus I have to go back and change all the you knows and thingies in the :nookie: scenes, you know. :woot:







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