Wow. Where did the end of last week and the weekend go? Editing. It kicks my butt. When I send a story off, it’s done. Not in a “I am the Grande Dame of the Undead and shall henceforth not be smitten with a red pen” done, but a “doesn’t live in my head anymore” done. The characters don’t talk to me anymore. I don’t see the “movie” in my head. I left the movie theatre and that one-way fire door hit me in the ass on the way out. So that’s a struggle, and still something I’m learning to do.

Hey, the drawing for my contest is Tuesday! Godiva chocolate! Details on my contest page.

Time to take my notebook and pen out to the porch to write some kinky sex. Such a hard life.