#MondayMotivation Status Update – Week 24

I’m reading Rex Stout’s Curtains For Three on the Kindle and I’m also reading Clive Cussler’s The Navigator, one of the NUMA adventures with Kurt Austin and Joa Zavala… I guess I could mention it. And I could also mention the timely arrival of Andy McDermott’s book The Cult of Osiris. I have been building quite the library from Amazon… The used hardcover books are a very good deal.

It might be that I haven’t really knuckled down with my writing lately because of the changing shifts I’ve been working here at the store, one day it’s an opening shift where all my spare time is at night, and I’m not utilizing that time well. Other days I’m working closing shifts were all my free time is in the mornings, and I’m so busy with my errands that I don’t get me butt in the chair to spill a little ink on the stories bubbling inside me… Then there ate the days were I’m working the mid shift, like eleven to seven or twelve to eight where there is a little time in the morning were I can get some work done which I waster by sleeping late, or time in the evening which I waste by eating… Perhaps if I just stopped wasting time I would get more done.

So here’s to trying to turn over a new leaf for the summer, and hopefully not a Poison Ivy one. I’ll try to waste less time and develop more literary output. However, I’ve seen these leaves before. I only hope they’re not here this fall.

#MondayMotivation Status Update – Week 23

Well, there hasn’t been an update in a while… and there hasn’t been much in the way of production in a while. I’ve been positively bristling with ideas, but the ideas have not really fleshed themselves out into actual stories. The seem to lack ‘handles’ as I have red Stephen King describe them in the introduction to one of his short stories in the anthology “Bazaar of Bad Dreams” which I’m reading on my kindle these days.

I’ve finished Andy McDermott’sThe Tomb of Hercules“. I had a good experience with that and “The Hunt for Atlantis“, so I’ve ordered his “The Secret of Excalibur“. In the meantime I’ll catch up on my Clive Cussler backlog, starting with “The Pharaoh’s Secret“.

And I’ve been catching up on some other reading… namely the Writer’s Digest magazine from March /April. There’s an article on writing better flash fiction, and that may be a good solution for some of these ideas that may not have a short story length plot, but still may be a good tale to tell and to read.

Ah, I’ll file that under #MakeItSo; lets see what comes of it this week!

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#MondayMotivation Status Update – Week 15

Fifteen weeks! Damn, Limericks Volume Three has been stuck in editing for three weeks. It has not been a very productive past couple of weeks. As tax time winds down there is a lot more client work that needs to be cleared off of the desk, and well, money comes first. But by next week… yes next week, volume three will get posted… I can feel it!

And this past week wasn’t all dormant as a dormouse… I have been getting limericks posted to twitter and the book of faces. But I’m a bit lagging in getting them uploaded at Pinterest…

Also, I’ve been occasionally dropping the Limericks on my Google Circles page… does anybody have any feedback or opinion of Circles as a viable social media site or an I just posting on the next new MySpace with that?

Here’s an excerpt from something I’m working on now:

As I was awakened by the sounds of moaning I could hear it coming from the hall. I got up and went out to see if my aunt was alright fearing she may be I’ll, or injured… Her door was ajar and as I opened it I saw her stretched out on her bed bathed in bright moonlight. Her light blue satin nightgown was bunched up around her waist, her legs were speed and her hands burrows between her pale thighs.

I stood there in the doorway frozen in shock and surprise. I had never seen a woman masturbating before… Not even on the internet… And the sight here and now mesmerized me. As my paralysis left me I could feel my cock swelling with the excitement. I had never thought of my aunt in sexual way but now it was the only thing I could think of.

Her soft sweet lips moaning and gasps as her head tossed and turned the main of black curls tossing… As her climax approached her cries grow higher and louder, but it was the scent that I had a particular notice of. A pungent musky aroma that Emirates from her… It struck me full as I breathed in her scent, my nostrils flaring… I became aware that my own hand worked its way into my sleep pants and around my twitching cock… As my aunt came I climaxed too. My cum soaking into my sleep-pants…

I saw my aunt’s hands fall limp beside her. Her climax complete she drifted deeper into sleep… Her breasts fussing and falling as her breathing resumed it’s normal pace…

I was aware of my standing there… Watching her half make form on the bed and growing hard again… I returned to my bed with another aching hard-on waiting to me satisfied… And for the second time that might o thought if having this cock satisfied by my aunt. As I masturbated again that though grew move vivid.

The next morning I headed down stairs. I slept in late and it must have been around nine in the morning. My aunt was already washing a couple of breakfast dishes.

“Hey, you’re up late, is everything ok?” She asked as she saw me flop down as the table.

“Yeah, sure” I answered. Then, I tentatively added “there was just this noise keeping me up I suppose.”

“you’re probably not used to the nocturnal sounds of nature out there in the woods. There are a lot of animals that prowl around, you’re bound to hear something or other out there”

She finished fixing another large cup of coffee before heading upstairs to her desk, her writing and the view. She gave no indication of anything amiss.

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