news of the weird (and idle)

1) The self-proclaimed King of Underwear is now following me on Twitter (hi, King:). Also some girl who has 'nervous twitches and green poops,' both of which disconcert me (also: TMI)

2) 7% of the people on Amazon who check out my TOUCH LIKE BREATHING end up buying NOT YOUR MOTHER'S SLOW COOKER RECIPES FOR ENTERTAINING. Because MY BOYS make them hungry. Evidently.

3) I've been out three times looking for a cat I DON'T want to adopt. But will, if need be.

4) My dog has gas

5) The last corndog I had? Sucked donkeys (and I bet they tasted better, too)

that icon? that's me right now

Grimacing, mud-soaked, sniveling. No, but it's a picture of my psyche.

So I have this next to last scene for EROMENOS half-written during which Xander and Seth go for some sex (not GO for it, like take-out, but you know, GOFORIT), then we have a closing scene. And for some reason, the SEXSHUL scene is causing me grief. I think it needs to be SEX and NEED and LOVE and FEAR and WANTING, and it's all sort of a big thing for public sex...no, no, just kidding about the public SEXSHUL ACTIVITY.

Or am I?

And EROMENOS is eeeeven longer than my werewolf story. Dammit Janet, it was supposed to be for the anthology!

No worries, I have another started and I've made sure not to make too complex a plot for it. It's about vampires. Or rather, a vampire who longs for a young man, and what happens to the vampire and the young man. THIS WILL BE THE EXTASY ANTHO STORY FER SHURE.

I MEAN IT.

Tentative title: The Vampire's Boy.

I MEAN IT.