BronxWench

I'm now legally old enough to drink; although I'll never want to.

Posting a brand new story feels kinda like flashing strangers. You kinda feel exhilarated, kinda insecure, hoping your boobs aren’t lopsided, you spend the whole time trying to glean approval from their reactions, and at the same time reaaaallly wanna put your top back on… Or is it just me? 

This is an interesting youtube video about Australia, called “Why is there no crisis in Australia?” done by a British guy.  Interesting and informative.  It only goes for 11 minutes.

Just going to leave this here:
 

Hectic, stressful and nonsensical… but that’s just my life atm. Now onto the election.
Everyone lost, but Labour won. Labour is not forming a government… yet. I predict another election by October, which Labour will win by a landslide. And when I say Labour, I mean socialist Labour. Bring it on!
Kensington is Labour! The richest people in the country voted for socialism! Also Canterbury, which Labour has never held, ever, is now red. New poll today shows the surge continuing, meaning Labour would win outright an election if it was held now.
Not sure what you guys make of it across the pond. There’s a good Irish contingent amongst you. Tories making deals with the DUP breaks the Good Friday agreement. This is awful. Remains to be seen how much damage May can cause negotiating with the EU, given that she shown herself to be utterly inept in every way. We’d be better off sending the Chuckle Brothers. “No deal is better than a bad deal”… wtf?! No deal means standard WTO tariffs for EU market access, which is 40% on agricultural goods. 
 

And I’m home. I had never realized before how essential I am, since it is apparently impossible for the household to function unless I am there to be the chauffeur, cook, laundry person, and all-around dogsbody. I’m going to fire my family, although the corgi can stay.

Well, as I progress on the revision/rewrite.  I’ve reposted the first three chapters to Dale’s Game.  I’ve got chapters 4 & 5 done, waiting it out until I’m comfortable with those too.  Starting to rework chapter 6.

And I’m home. I had never realized before how essential I am, since it is apparently impossible for the household to function unless I am there to be the chauffeur, cook, laundry person, and all-around dogsbody. I’m going to fire my family, although the corgi can stay.

And I’m home. I had never realized before how essential I am, since it is apparently impossible for the household to function unless I am there to be the chauffeur, cook, laundry person, and all-around dogsbody. I’m going to fire my family, although the corgi can stay.

And I’m home. I had never realized before how essential I am, since it is apparently impossible for the household to function unless I am there to be the chauffeur, cook, laundry person, and all-around dogsbody. I’m going to fire my family, although the corgi can stay.

Woohoo.  Australia now holds the new world record for having gone the longest without a recession, which is 26 years, and still counting.

So the job program I’m in, that’s been taking up all my time and getting in the way of me writing awesome shit, is going to end in 2 weeks. Right on my birthday. Part of me really hopes I get a job out of this. Nothings more stressful than wondering how you’re going to survive the month. 

But a huuuuge part of me – the big fat hermit with the mullet and the shotgun that lives in the back of my shoulders – wants to get time to myself again. I miss being able to stay up all night, writing for 10 hours straight, and following that with a 4 hour betaing session for friends. I’ve been a writer for 18 years – more than half my life. I have no idea how the majority of you guys are able to work all day and still have the mental capacity to churn out a page or two. 

I’m trying to fill a position at work, and today someone named Marcia Brady applied. Kismet?

Time in the story where I most frequently have existential crises, and question all the skills I’m normally (over)confident of…? The first. Frickin. Sentence.
And yes. I deleted and redid this status because of a typo. FML. 

I’m supposed to leave for Boston tomorrow on business, so of course the corgi had a seizure, and my mother is having gastrointestinal issues and my son is celebrating his 19th birthday with a flu. 

Finally getting my ass back to writing =n= I will keep this up, dammit! Needto get back in gear for my Camp Nano next month!

So, I’ve finally gotten a day off, after many 12 to 14 hour workdays, and guess what I did?  Mostly I SLEPT.  Slowly getting other stuff caught up here now.

Realised my nipples were rather sensitive today.  I have no idea what that means.  Just as long as I’m not pregnant!

You know you’re a total dweeb when you keep having to go back to Wikipedia for more information about stars, black holes, and particle physics for your porn stories. Maybe I should write a book: Everything I Know About Astrophysics I Learned From Porn.

What to do when it hits frigging 30°C… and it’s only the last-ish week of May…. 

Running Red: Turn the Moon…
Chapter 44 will update soon.
Chapter Title preview: Rope Bite

Happy Mother’s Day, from my lair to yours! 

Having lunch at McDonald’s today with mum, and the young, attractive teen-aged girl at the counter was happy and smiley and giggly while serving me, and was checking me out the whole time we were there, constantly.  And this isn’t the first time I’ve noticed teen-aged girls checking me out, and they’re always attractive.  And I’m always puzzled!  Why the hell would an attractive teen-aged girl check out a 40 year old man, 45 as I am now?  And there is definitely no mistaking it for what it is.  I guess I should be more flattered than confused, but confused is much more accurate.  Girls are confusing!

Happy Mother’s Day, from my lair to yours! 

All I ever really wanted out of life was to wake up one morning with Alan Rickman on one side, and Hugo Weaving on the other, possibly with the Glenister brothers in the next room.
That isn’t happening.
Bugger.
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