If you’d rather just see the porn and not bother with me as an actual person, that’s cool too. Go see Hot News and Updates where the latest one has me in latex.
So I’m sitting around the office here on this Friday night, and periodically things occur to me that I should Tweet about. Which gave me the idea that I should probably just blog instead and get it all out. You ARE such good listeners, Dear Readers.
In no particular order, here’s what going on in the non-porn version of our world.
Lexi is curled up beside me, tired after the first full day of spring spent playing on one of our balconies.
Joe finally DID see a GI specialist who completely scoffed at the idea of Crohn’s (as did our GP last year, then recently produced “lost” paperwork indicating it), and re-scheduled him for many tests he’s already had. We’re utterly…fucking..thrilled. Back to square one, until this one presumably loses then rediscovers paperwork indicating inflammation in the right places.
On a bright note (Joe says) it’s not going to kill him. SWEET.
My recent plea for help has brought on the most awesome support! Thanks so much, all of you, for being there for me whether it’s in the form of donations or just understanding! No, it’s not the end of the frickin’ world that I have to spend the next 2 years directing every spare cent I have to dental work (although it’s money I’d rather put into lingerie and sextoys for your viewing pleasure), but it’s still going to suck donkey balls. You guys kick ass and I love you all! From large amounts to small, it helps so much. And it all begins Tuesday the 28th with the extraction of this broken tooth, better known as Stage One. I can’t wait!
Sort of.
We’re facing our very first summer-like weekend. Temps will be in the mid-20s C (70s F). I don’t know why I’ve been such a pussy about this past winter, but it just seemed so frickin’ lonnnnnnnng. No idea what we’ll be doing….might go for a walk…might hang out here and get stuff done…might hang out here and watch the Phillies – Pittsburg game….might stay home or go find a handy scrub of shady trees and fuck….but nothing says lovin’ like a warm spring day.
Joe and I have been having discussions lately about other creative outlets…strictly for fun and with absolutely nothing to do with porn. Being who he is, naturally his goal is to make an actual mainstream film and I’ve always loved writing. Thus, it was agreed that we’d get our thumbs out of our asses and get to it! For no other reason than the pure love of creation and the feeling of accomplishment we’ll have when we finish whatever we embark on. Not for money, nor an audience, with an eye neither at publication nor distribution. As a matter of fact, I think Joe plans to release his first efforts exclusively on YouTube. Which I think is a fabulous idea.
So my first step will be to print out that 100 pages I wrote two and a half years ago and never got back to, re-read it, and get back into the thread of the story. I’m too far along NOT to get back to it — sure I’ve sat down before and whipped off the odd lame short piece (and no, you can’t see anything yet), but 100 pages and a full outline, from start to finish? If I don’t get back at it, I’ll never forgive myself. And if I may toot my own horn, it’s too good not to finish. Just first draft stuff, to be sure, but I’ve never done better and I can actually see the end of it. And because I love writing.
As far as publication goes, a friend of mine who actually HAS been (and who is a damn good horror author) recently told me the industry is bleeding right now. Aside from that intimidating little factoid, I wouldn’t have the first clue how to go about such a thing.
Once upon at time, I never would have considered such a step, but given the ubiquitous nature of (and my own constant use and avocation of) web 2.0 technology, when I have something worth showing to the world, I may very well decide to begin by releasing it on the web. It won’t be here; I’ll probably build another site just for writings and take distribution into my own hands. I’ve seen other authors do the same thing apparently without a bit of fear of plagiarism (although Joe pointed out to me that whether in mass produced physical print form or not, anything can be plagiarized at any point and you have to accept that or do nothing), and lord knows I have some familiarity with self promotion…. We’ll see when the time comes, and of course, My Beloved Minions will be the first to know.
Note I say when the times comes. And it will. Just from having read my blog posts, I recall one or three of you over the years asking when I was going to sit down and really write something, and have asked myself the same thing. Family and old friends ask me. So it’s time to get the lead out. Your job as friends and minions is to ask me if I’ve printed my goddamn book out yet. Nag me, please. Especially if you catch me in front of the stupid tv, since one of my biggest whines is when to find the time. During the day, I’m either working at web stuff or cleaning the house or *gasp* seeing a friend. Weekends are for errands and family gatherings. Evenings are when I CAN probably get at it, but I like to hang with Joe in the evening, even if all we’re doing is staring at that stupid tv. But (he’s assured me a million times) he’s a big boy and is perfectly capable of amusing himself for hours on end without me.
When the Playoffs are over. There. And by the way, I’m taking for Vancouver now that Montreal has bitten the big one. And would everybody get the fuck off Carey Price about that?? Christ, it’s not like the kid was out there by himself. Although it sure seemed that way at times. Tim Thomas had the right advice for him: never let the bastards see you sweat, Carey.
In other news, the weekend looks mellow. We’re off to bed, tomorrow is wide open without a single agenda in sight, and Sunday we have a family dinner. I hope your Friday night is as calm and relaxing as ours.
Goodnight. Mina xoxoxo
