For the most part, I don’t find telephones hard to use. I don’t find them hard to select, to purchase, to back with phone service. I have no great difficulty in going through customer support when things go awry.

Then came Net 10…and serious opportunity to whine, with motivation provided to do so. (more…)

An hour snuggling with my honey.

2,400 words on an undisclosed novella that I may be too embarassed to ever let anyone read; my first attempt at the burgeoning erotica movement.

500+ words on Wet Footprints; more words than noted, as they are still largely in my notebook.

A very good afternoon.

We go now to seek one of the Big Five game animals of the suburban veldt — the beanbag chair. Michael has been forced to the kitchen chairs or the floor when all three of us sit, and that isn’t tenable.  We have our porters, our skinners, and have practiced the lore of the region and the calls for our quarry.

We fully anticipate bagging our trophy this morning.  The sport of Men is yet practiced in distant Hillsboro.

A short documentary explaining where creative juices come from.  Gotta get me a case or two of that.

The weekend is upon us, and the list of What Must Be Done is lengthy. Today’s list included laundry, pre-emptive cooking, yoga, writing, general house keeping — and perhaps spend a few minutes with my darling spouse in my copious free time.

Oh, and have fun, it being the weekend. (more…)

My writing partner and mentor and friend, Lisa, has indicated that these must be my next fashion accessory. Obviously, she doesn’t understand that Shannon prefers yarn that looks like this … which would make for some oddly-hued ears.