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Monday, December 11, 2006

The Reason I Need to Write

I went to my husband's company Christmas party Saturday. Had a good time, got a little drunk. Since I used to work there, saw a lot of old friends so that was cool.

You know, I can't remember the last time I got good and drunk. And all it took was two and a half drinks and I was buzzin'. I don't remember the last time I dressed up, don't remember the last time I partied. Sheesh, I'm boring.

You see, I'm lost in my own little world. I sit up here in my house with my kids and my laptop all day long and occasionally I go out to Target, or the grocery store. Or the mall. Or to see my friend who's in her own little world with her kids. And that's pretty much it.

No wonder I write sexy stories. I get to live vicariously through my characters, get to do and say stuff I would never do or say. If I didn't have this outlet, I don't know what I would do.

By the way, I'm almost finished with a sexy sizzler of a story. Whoo hoo! It's been fun to write.

See those candy canes below? I read a hot little Christmas read from Ellora's Cave this weekend and they used candy canes in a rather...creative way. Unwrapped by Lacey Alexander. Very good.