BronxWench

A very happy birthday to @DemonGoddess! Let’s hope this is the best year yet!    

anyone have any advice on how to break a HORRIBLE, long standing writer’s block?  🙃

Hate when i get hit with so much inspiration and prompts but I also want to finish stories when the ol noggin goes oh hey, you know what that’d be cool!
Quick write them or or post them so you don’t forget!!

Just now, I saw something absolutely smoking hot on the internet. I mean, she was a seriously sexy beast—the kind of beauty I see in my dreams and drool over in centerfolds, regardless of whether I’m in public. If I encountered her on the street, I would absolutely embarrass myself, stare like a loon, and profess my undying adoration to her. 
 
A wolf-whistle, three muttered “damns,” and a couple of impressed tongue-clicks later, my husband gave in. Cold sighed, rolled his eyes, and grumbled, “just show me the car.”
He knows me so well. 😆 It was, in fact, a classic muscle car—a ‘67 Oldsmobile Tornado. In my defense the lines on this bad girl are what wet dreams are made of, and I pity Cold for his lack of taste. It’s a sad way to live.

So, as I’m sure many have noticed, I’ve been busy trying to work myself to death for the past five years or so.  So, in that time, I’ve worked ridiculous hours with very little time off, and often multiple shifts in a day.  As a result, I was more than a little unproductive here.
I retired the end of March, and spent the first fourish months doing nothing but sleep.  Have one final test from my doctor on November 22nd, so should be done with all that shit for a bit as well by then.
In the meantime, I am now checking all the email addresses I always did before, as I now have the time.  Am easing back into the archive repair, minor hunting, and other things I did as well.
Sorry for the absence, but, glad to be back

Life has been crazy lately, between my car being totaled, granny having a brain bleed ER managed to staunch to having a minor stroke directly in in the ER. Alot is happening all at once. 😅

Dame Maggie Smith dead at 89 according to published reports.

Annikin Skywalker has truly lost his voice.  US Actor James Earl Jones dead at 93 according to published reports in Variety and other news sources.  Fair winds and following seas.

So I’ve been away for months now, and it was for what might honestly have been a stupid reason.  Last Christmas, I’d wanted to submit a story called Meaningful Gifts, and I didn’t finish it on time.  I took two weeks off in January, and actually managed to make a lot of progress on it, but I still didn’t finish.  If I’d taken three weeks I probably would have finished it, but that didn’t happen.
I was so deeply ashamed of not having anything to contribute that I felt like I couldn’t show my face around here, so I just disappeared.
Recently, I’ve realized that maybe not successfully submitting a story, even if it’s a story people are waiting on, isn’t as bad as I thought, so if it’s ok, I think I’ll be coming by here more often.  I’ll finish Meaningful Gifts eventually, but hopefully the fact that I didn’t manage it last year isn’t as bad as I feared.
In the meantime, I’ll work on reviews for a few other people’s stories and just try to be more active here in general.

My phone doesn't always err on the side of salaciousness. Today, when I dictated the words “her deep cleavage,” it heard “her deep Cleveland.” Although admittedly, if America had cleavage, that's probably where it would be. 

Y’all, my husband needs a warning label. I’m sitting here, sucking on a peppermint and minding my business with headphones on—the better to block out his party chat trash-talk—and I hear THIS: “You ain’t had pussy since you came out a pussy.”
I don’t know who was laughing louder, the recipient of the burn, Cold, or me, but I very nearly had a Star-Brite lodged in my throat.   This guy kills me.
 

Love this… (from a FB post I saw).
 

Surprise! Halloween 2024 is early!

Anybody know why modern book covers tend to be well… Bland and boring?
Like we had these amazing sword and sandal covers and now its well bluh.

It finally rained in AZ! the first whisper of fall y‘all

I suppose the recent spate of spam posts in “Report Trolls/Flamers/Spammers” are almost on-topic, since that’s the area where you’re supposed to report their garbage.  Elsewhere, it’s just plain annoying.  Perhaps they’re trying to join the Swedish Peace and Arbitration Society, while doing it on the roof?  Oh, well...

Well I’m off on my holiday, leaving very early tomorrow and getting back on the 15th.  Try not to burn the place down while I’m away.

Happy FOURTH of July for those that celebrate it!  🎆 🎇 🧨 

I was texting “Take your time" to a female coworker yesterday, and autocomplete tried to make it “Take your top off."
This is why I don’t embrace AI.

How does one find an editor?

To start a new story, finish one of the many WIP, or clean.  Hmmmmmm.

Wishing the very happiest of birthdays to @WillowDarkling

All the best to my Neko-baby! Love you!

When I was young, I didn’t appreciate just how much of adult life would be taken up with trying to answer the eternal question of “Is this shirt still damp or just cold?”.  I can’t pretend to not be disappointed.

Whoever has the Ghost Chance voodoo doll right now, if they could give it a break, that would be nice. I don’t want to share details, lest my family find this site, recognize those details, and realize it’s me—right now, the last thing I need is a mass-shunning because I’m bi in a family of homophobes. But…
Woozle. Our cat, Woozle. The little bag-obsessed orange garbage-baby. Our sweet, smelly, mouthy, single-braincell-bearing fur-son. That Woozle. We just found out he’s incredibly sick, the kind of sick that creeps in without warning, may not even show, and will eventually end his life. Right now, he’s still healthy and happy enough that his quality of life isn’t in question, but that could change without much notice. It could be a few years, or a few days, or who knows how long, but my little monster is terminally ill, and I’m a fucking mess right now. We’re doing everything we can, but there’s not much we can do to begin with.
So. Yeah. Give your pets some cuddles for me. I’m probably going to go cry again because this fucking sucks.

Wishing the very happiest of birthdays to @WillowDarkling

All the best to my Neko-baby! Love you!