Does a love story need a Happy Ever After ending to be considered a good story?
I know that we all like those HEA endings. Who wouldn’t like the hero charging up on his valiant steed to take his beloved away to a life filled with love and contentment? Who doesn’t want to see them walking hand in hand off into the sunset?
We all like stories that are wrapped up with nice happy bows at the end and leave us feeling that all is right in the world. It gives us all hope that even in the worst circumstances there is a chance that our on stories will find a way to end happily. Doesn’t it?
But does there HAVE to be a HEA? Is a romance still a romance if it’s not for life? Is it still as moving and heart-capturing if it leaves you weeping for the characters? Most of what I write has the required HEA, but my story A Time to Dance doesn’t. Does that make it less of a romance? I say… NO. Sometimes in life in order to see and appreciate the good, the wonderful, the beautiful, we have to also witness the bad, the tragic, and the ugly.
What about Love Story? A very good movie. A wonderful book. An extremely tragic ending.
What about Romeo and Juliet? They overcame so much and thought they had the own happily-ever-after all worked out. Another tragic ending.
So, my question you is this… Does knowing that there is no Happy Ever After make you turn away from a book? Even if it could possibly be a very good read? Do you as a reader need a HEA?
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
The Afterlife
I am now entering my after life.
What?
Glad you asked.
I am about to find out what life is like after kids. For twenty-seven years I lived for my kids. For twenty-seven years they were my very first thought each morning - their first step, their first word, their first day of school, their first loose tooth, their first date, their first car... the list goes on seemingly forever. For twenty-seven years I have been a mum. I will still be a mum, but not in the same way. Who would have thought when I brought each little pink bundle home from the hospital that all the firsts would fly by so fast.
I was secretary and president of the PTA. I helped out with fundraising... I even ran a dance-a-thon... I trudged them to school when they weren't ready for the test, I marched them into the doctor's office when they pulled some foolish stunt and needed stitches or were so ill they just wanted to be in bed with a 'pillow boat'. I watched with amazed pride as they performed and as they graduated. I sobbed as I watch two of them stroll up the aisle on their daddy's arm. I held tight to my eldest's hand as she brought the miracle of my grandson into the world.
Now, my youngest... my last little bird is spreading her wings.
I will be left alone with my second husband for the first time in twenty-two years. Don't get me wrong, we have been alone before, but the girls were always near, even when we were up north they called every day. I still mothered them.
This is different. This is a whole new place I am walking head first into. This is the after life.
Do I even know how to have a life? My own life? What if the girls were the only thing that held hubby and I together? What if he decides he doesn't even really like me? Or vice versa? What will we talk about? What will we do? Of course, his idea of being able to walk about the house totally in the buff with not a worry of being caught is fine for him... I would never be one to reject the chance to see him in his altogether... but I am much more comfortable hiding within the baggiest clothes possible. Maybe part of my new life will be to get back into the shape I was twenty-seven years ago, so I can join him in his altogether.
I'l let you know how I survive this transition. Any and all advice gratefully accepted.
What?
Glad you asked.
I am about to find out what life is like after kids. For twenty-seven years I lived for my kids. For twenty-seven years they were my very first thought each morning - their first step, their first word, their first day of school, their first loose tooth, their first date, their first car... the list goes on seemingly forever. For twenty-seven years I have been a mum. I will still be a mum, but not in the same way. Who would have thought when I brought each little pink bundle home from the hospital that all the firsts would fly by so fast.
I was secretary and president of the PTA. I helped out with fundraising... I even ran a dance-a-thon... I trudged them to school when they weren't ready for the test, I marched them into the doctor's office when they pulled some foolish stunt and needed stitches or were so ill they just wanted to be in bed with a 'pillow boat'. I watched with amazed pride as they performed and as they graduated. I sobbed as I watch two of them stroll up the aisle on their daddy's arm. I held tight to my eldest's hand as she brought the miracle of my grandson into the world.
Now, my youngest... my last little bird is spreading her wings.
I will be left alone with my second husband for the first time in twenty-two years. Don't get me wrong, we have been alone before, but the girls were always near, even when we were up north they called every day. I still mothered them.
This is different. This is a whole new place I am walking head first into. This is the after life.
Do I even know how to have a life? My own life? What if the girls were the only thing that held hubby and I together? What if he decides he doesn't even really like me? Or vice versa? What will we talk about? What will we do? Of course, his idea of being able to walk about the house totally in the buff with not a worry of being caught is fine for him... I would never be one to reject the chance to see him in his altogether... but I am much more comfortable hiding within the baggiest clothes possible. Maybe part of my new life will be to get back into the shape I was twenty-seven years ago, so I can join him in his altogether.
I'l let you know how I survive this transition. Any and all advice gratefully accepted.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
See You Next Tuesday
Okay so I am the first to admit it. I don’t always make a lot of sense. But I just can’t get past this one issue.
I can label the most interesting part of a male’s anatomy with any word possible. It’s a penis, a pole, a shaft, a schlong, a wanker, a cock, a dink, a dick, a knob. And there are many, many more. It all depends what mood I am setting in the scene that I’m writing.
I love words. I love the many different ways you can use words to bring about a plethora of different emotions. I am not a prude. I don’t shy away from using profanity in my writing, if it is called for. I calls it as I sees it, most of the time.
There is one word that I don’t say and find it extremely hard to write or even think. See You Next Tuesday has always been acronym of choice in my house. Now don’t get me wrong I can label the female sex just as fluidly as I can the male, probably more so.
There’s pussy, vulva, lower lips, cleft, box, core, love tunnel, clam, gash etc. etc. I just cannot use that one word. I even understand that it is used freely in some places of the world in very much the way I would use the word bitch, so what is it with this word.
Yes, it’s vulgar. Yes, it was grilled into me as a youth that it is one of the worst words. Yes, I grilled it into my girls that it is by far the most insulting insult possible. But, why? Why this one particular word?
Does anyone else have a problem with this word? Or, do you have a different word that gives you chills? I would love to hear from you.
I can label the most interesting part of a male’s anatomy with any word possible. It’s a penis, a pole, a shaft, a schlong, a wanker, a cock, a dink, a dick, a knob. And there are many, many more. It all depends what mood I am setting in the scene that I’m writing.
I love words. I love the many different ways you can use words to bring about a plethora of different emotions. I am not a prude. I don’t shy away from using profanity in my writing, if it is called for. I calls it as I sees it, most of the time.
There is one word that I don’t say and find it extremely hard to write or even think. See You Next Tuesday has always been acronym of choice in my house. Now don’t get me wrong I can label the female sex just as fluidly as I can the male, probably more so.
There’s pussy, vulva, lower lips, cleft, box, core, love tunnel, clam, gash etc. etc. I just cannot use that one word. I even understand that it is used freely in some places of the world in very much the way I would use the word bitch, so what is it with this word.
Yes, it’s vulgar. Yes, it was grilled into me as a youth that it is one of the worst words. Yes, I grilled it into my girls that it is by far the most insulting insult possible. But, why? Why this one particular word?
Does anyone else have a problem with this word? Or, do you have a different word that gives you chills? I would love to hear from you.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Valentine's Day gift for one of YOU
Hey all! Here's hoping your Valentine's Day is filled lots of love and maybe even a few surprises.
I'm having a contest. Email me or join me at the eXtasy chatters party February 10 all day to enter. Just tell me your favourite love story. It can be a movie, a book, personally witnessed or even from your very own life.
<key chain, a pretty net sack of heart-shaped chocolate, what-when-where scratch tickets and a fun fur bag to keep it all in.
Everyone has a love story in their life that makes them simply melt, so what is yours?
Email me at extasyauthor@gmail.com to be entered. I'll do the draw on February 11th. Hope you all have a wonderful day today and every day!
Jojo xo
Thursday, February 5, 2009
When life hands you lemoms...
In my life I am lucky enough to have a number of people who inspire me. One in particular is an aunt who is mine through marriage. She is our adventurer.
She has skydived, just to see how it felt.
She and her group of friends have gone to Hades to help out at hospitals and an orphanage. They even transported an entire playground over there and built it for the children.
She has swam in the ocean, even though she has a major phobia of drowning and is by no means an avid swimmer. (She wears a life jacket in the pool, for pete's sake!)
This time, she and her gang trooped on down to Honduras and zip-lined. sounds like fun, right? one tiny little problem though ... she could not get the dang thing to slow down, let alone stop. So, rather than do a full face plant into the rather massive tree at the end of the first line, she put her foot up. Result -- broken middle toe and ball of her foot as well as pulled muscles in her back and scrapes and bruises.
She never got to finish the rest of the lines or soak in the hot springs. They took her to a private hospital, where she was xrayed, cleaned, bandaged and casted. The hospital gave her their very best 1920's era crutches and some very good, if unknown, pain killers.
Back at the resort, she was moved to a main floor room and treated like royalty for the duration of her stay. She had some pretty interesting signatures on her cast, including the doctor, who she plans to stay in contact with.
Did she call home and worry her husband and kids? No! It happened on Thursday and she didn't say word one about it until she was back in Toronto on Monday. Did she complain about the safety of the zip-line company? No! She praised them for their care and speed at getting her the medical help she so desperately need -- as well as them paying for it all. Did she bitch and gripe back at the resort? No way! She laughed and joked through the last half of her vacation. She told anyone who asked, that she was having wild, crazy sex and smashed her foot off a cement wall. (Some people really do not get her sense of humour)
She and her group of friends are already planning their next adventure. Look out world -- these ladies are coming!
She is one of the best lemonade makers I have ever had the priviledge to know!
She has skydived, just to see how it felt.
She and her group of friends have gone to Hades to help out at hospitals and an orphanage. They even transported an entire playground over there and built it for the children.
She has swam in the ocean, even though she has a major phobia of drowning and is by no means an avid swimmer. (She wears a life jacket in the pool, for pete's sake!)
This time, she and her gang trooped on down to Honduras and zip-lined. sounds like fun, right? one tiny little problem though ... she could not get the dang thing to slow down, let alone stop. So, rather than do a full face plant into the rather massive tree at the end of the first line, she put her foot up. Result -- broken middle toe and ball of her foot as well as pulled muscles in her back and scrapes and bruises.
She never got to finish the rest of the lines or soak in the hot springs. They took her to a private hospital, where she was xrayed, cleaned, bandaged and casted. The hospital gave her their very best 1920's era crutches and some very good, if unknown, pain killers.
Back at the resort, she was moved to a main floor room and treated like royalty for the duration of her stay. She had some pretty interesting signatures on her cast, including the doctor, who she plans to stay in contact with.
Did she call home and worry her husband and kids? No! It happened on Thursday and she didn't say word one about it until she was back in Toronto on Monday. Did she complain about the safety of the zip-line company? No! She praised them for their care and speed at getting her the medical help she so desperately need -- as well as them paying for it all. Did she bitch and gripe back at the resort? No way! She laughed and joked through the last half of her vacation. She told anyone who asked, that she was having wild, crazy sex and smashed her foot off a cement wall. (Some people really do not get her sense of humour)
She and her group of friends are already planning their next adventure. Look out world -- these ladies are coming!
She is one of the best lemonade makers I have ever had the priviledge to know!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Six more weeks
Oaky it's official, Wiarton Willie saw his shadow. Therefore we can look forward to six more weeks of winter. Look forward to --- yeah right!
Don't get me wrong, I have lived here in Canada since the tender age of three, so i'm used to snowy white winters. I've trudged through the snow to go trick or treating (Canadian kids' Hallowe'en costume MUST fit over snowsuits or they are useless) I've searched for those elusive coloured eggs in a blanket of white. I understand that here in Southern Ontario from October to April it's normal to have snow. BUT that does not mean I have to like it.
So, let's go March 16th... bring on the spring - the brave bulbs bursting with renewed life - the deliriously happy children on their bikes - the flooded fields, roads and basements - the potholes ... did I say spring was better? LOL
Oh well, I guess I'll just go back to the story I'm working on - at least it's warm there.
Don't get me wrong, I have lived here in Canada since the tender age of three, so i'm used to snowy white winters. I've trudged through the snow to go trick or treating (Canadian kids' Hallowe'en costume MUST fit over snowsuits or they are useless) I've searched for those elusive coloured eggs in a blanket of white. I understand that here in Southern Ontario from October to April it's normal to have snow. BUT that does not mean I have to like it.
So, let's go March 16th... bring on the spring - the brave bulbs bursting with renewed life - the deliriously happy children on their bikes - the flooded fields, roads and basements - the potholes ... did I say spring was better? LOL
Oh well, I guess I'll just go back to the story I'm working on - at least it's warm there.
Friday, January 9, 2009
The start of a new year ... again!
How many times has the chime of the clock at that magical hour, or the dropping of the ball at that same precise moment brought promises of bettering ourselves or the world from our lips? How many promises have you made and broken? Or, maybe you are one of the few that actually followed through with your promise. I salute you if this is the case.
My personal list of broken or forgotten New Year's resolutions over the years is longer than the road leading to my door... and that's pretty darn long. I vow to get in shape - What's so wrong with the shape of an apple anyway? I vow to lose weight - I am positive I keep finding that which everyone else has lost instead! I vow to quit smoking - well cutting down is a start anyway. I vow to do something good for the enviroment - does letting the grass grow longer to help fill the air with oxygen count? I vow to be a kinder, gentler human being - until someone messes with one of my kids, anyway. I vow to... The list goes on
So this year I have made one and only one resolution... I will do everything I can everyday to be the best me I can be! That should just about covered it all.
Have a fantastic year everyone!
Jojo xo
My personal list of broken or forgotten New Year's resolutions over the years is longer than the road leading to my door... and that's pretty darn long. I vow to get in shape - What's so wrong with the shape of an apple anyway? I vow to lose weight - I am positive I keep finding that which everyone else has lost instead! I vow to quit smoking - well cutting down is a start anyway. I vow to do something good for the enviroment - does letting the grass grow longer to help fill the air with oxygen count? I vow to be a kinder, gentler human being - until someone messes with one of my kids, anyway. I vow to... The list goes on
So this year I have made one and only one resolution... I will do everything I can everyday to be the best me I can be! That should just about covered it all.
Have a fantastic year everyone!
Jojo xo
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Who doesn't love a bargain?
At this time of year I just know you are all on the lookout for a bargain... well have I got one for you! All the backlist books at www.extasybooks.com are going for 30% off the listed price. You could buy a story for each one of the twelve days of Christmas and have enough left over for those wonderful bath bubbles you know you deserve! So scoot on over and be sure to check out one or two of my stories.
The Empress
Boundaries
Let Me Say Goodbye
The Birthday Gift
New Year's Kiss
A Risk Worth Taking
The Stone House
Waxing Weekend
The Retreat
A Time to Dance
The Affair
Violet Visions (anthology)
Have a funtastic day!
Jojo xoxo
The Empress
Boundaries
Let Me Say Goodbye
The Birthday Gift
New Year's Kiss
A Risk Worth Taking
The Stone House
Waxing Weekend
The Retreat
A Time to Dance
The Affair
Violet Visions (anthology)
Have a funtastic day!
Jojo xoxo
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Winter's beginning in an Ontario Village
Well it's here.
The season of whiteness... cold feet... wet mittens and beautiful scenery. I have an absolute love/hate relationship with Old Man Winter.
I love the way this season looks, smells and sounds. I even love the way it feels when I am walking in the blueish twilight, with the love of my life as the silver-dollar-sized flakes drift onto my outstretched, waiting tongue. I thoroughly enjoy the excited squeals of neighborhood children as they sluice down the glassy hills, construct their impenetrable forts and glide across the solidity of the ice on our village's small ponds.
All very sensual as the senses go into overdrive at the wonder of it all.
What I hate about it all is the mess and the danger it brings with it. Being here, in this village, away from the hustle and bustle of any large town has its pros and cons. On the pro side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. Therefore we get to enjoy the unmarred crispness of the pure white landscape for longer than any city dweller. Yes, we revel in this beauty for as long as we can.
On the con side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. As we have to travel to one of the surrounding towns to take advantage of the convenience of a larger grocery store or any chain store... or more importantly a book store... the snowdrift covered roads are a hazard.
I wish my fellow village dwellers would take this into consideration when they get behind the wheel of their enormous gas guzzling SUV's and head into town for that oh-so-important purchase. Too many cars were in the ditches this morning. Too many will be there throughout this season.
Take a lesson from the very stuff that causes you to lose traction as you fly along the secondary roads. drift along slowly! Take your time! enjoy everything there is out there to amaze and astound you as the world puts on it's winter coat. The ground looks softer, like a giant feather pillow, but it is just as hard underneath. So, unless you are in the midst of an emergency where life is counting on your speed... slow down!
The best part of any journey is not in the destination... it's in the getting there!
The season of whiteness... cold feet... wet mittens and beautiful scenery. I have an absolute love/hate relationship with Old Man Winter.
I love the way this season looks, smells and sounds. I even love the way it feels when I am walking in the blueish twilight, with the love of my life as the silver-dollar-sized flakes drift onto my outstretched, waiting tongue. I thoroughly enjoy the excited squeals of neighborhood children as they sluice down the glassy hills, construct their impenetrable forts and glide across the solidity of the ice on our village's small ponds.
All very sensual as the senses go into overdrive at the wonder of it all.
What I hate about it all is the mess and the danger it brings with it. Being here, in this village, away from the hustle and bustle of any large town has its pros and cons. On the pro side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. Therefore we get to enjoy the unmarred crispness of the pure white landscape for longer than any city dweller. Yes, we revel in this beauty for as long as we can.
On the con side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. As we have to travel to one of the surrounding towns to take advantage of the convenience of a larger grocery store or any chain store... or more importantly a book store... the snowdrift covered roads are a hazard.
I wish my fellow village dwellers would take this into consideration when they get behind the wheel of their enormous gas guzzling SUV's and head into town for that oh-so-important purchase. Too many cars were in the ditches this morning. Too many will be there throughout this season.
Take a lesson from the very stuff that causes you to lose traction as you fly along the secondary roads. drift along slowly! Take your time! enjoy everything there is out there to amaze and astound you as the world puts on it's winter coat. The ground looks softer, like a giant feather pillow, but it is just as hard underneath. So, unless you are in the midst of an emergency where life is counting on your speed... slow down!
The best part of any journey is not in the destination... it's in the getting there!
Monday, April 21, 2008
New Release!
My newest 'baby' is out there in the world to be adored or ignored by all.
The Stone House, is a paranormal, shapeshifter story available through my wonderful publishing house eXtasy Books http://www.extasybooks.com/ Below is an excerpt for you.
Back story... Eloise is a clerk from a record store in a small town. Somehow she found herself invited to a big Hallowe'en party at the mansion on top of the hill. in this scene she is snooping around in a room, drawn to a magnificent portrait over an equally magnificent mantle...
Enjoy!
Numerous other chairs, tables and lounges sat in clusters around the room. “This is more like a hospitality room in some fancy hotel than a living room in someone’s house. I wonder what they use on those tables to get them to glow like that, and where did they get all these blood red roses? There are vases of them on every possible flat space. These people definitely have more money than sense, or maybe they just have so much of what I don’t that I feel a tad jealous.”
Her quiet, personal ramblings ceased when she stepped between the twin sofas and really looked at the huge work of art over the mantle. The way the row of candles flickered over the canvas it was almost as though the subject breathed.
The young woman, dressed in a long soft white gown, stood with her back to the room. Her arms outstretched, she clearly welcomed all the woodland creatures to her. Insects fluttered around her long wavy dark hair, birds of every sort circled her or perched gently upon her arms. The forest floor at her feet was alive with a heady assortment of visitors. Everything from serpents and lizards to fluffy-tailed foxes and one pure black wolf near her right leg.
The wolf drew her in even more than the woman herself. There was something about him— something so pure, so strong, so virile. The artist had stroked every hair on his back with such perfection he seemed alive. As she stood with her fingers rested gently on the mantle, she desperately wanted to reach out and stroke his soft lush fur. She felt a warm heaviness in her lower stomach at the idea of digging her fingers into its thickness. Just as her hand lifted from the thick solidity of the mantle to stroke the canvas, the wolf turned to look at her.
Welcome. I am so pleased that you accepted the invitation.
The Stone House, is a paranormal, shapeshifter story available through my wonderful publishing house eXtasy Books http://www.extasybooks.com/ Below is an excerpt for you.
Back story... Eloise is a clerk from a record store in a small town. Somehow she found herself invited to a big Hallowe'en party at the mansion on top of the hill. in this scene she is snooping around in a room, drawn to a magnificent portrait over an equally magnificent mantle...
Enjoy!
Numerous other chairs, tables and lounges sat in clusters around the room. “This is more like a hospitality room in some fancy hotel than a living room in someone’s house. I wonder what they use on those tables to get them to glow like that, and where did they get all these blood red roses? There are vases of them on every possible flat space. These people definitely have more money than sense, or maybe they just have so much of what I don’t that I feel a tad jealous.”
Her quiet, personal ramblings ceased when she stepped between the twin sofas and really looked at the huge work of art over the mantle. The way the row of candles flickered over the canvas it was almost as though the subject breathed.
The young woman, dressed in a long soft white gown, stood with her back to the room. Her arms outstretched, she clearly welcomed all the woodland creatures to her. Insects fluttered around her long wavy dark hair, birds of every sort circled her or perched gently upon her arms. The forest floor at her feet was alive with a heady assortment of visitors. Everything from serpents and lizards to fluffy-tailed foxes and one pure black wolf near her right leg.
The wolf drew her in even more than the woman herself. There was something about him— something so pure, so strong, so virile. The artist had stroked every hair on his back with such perfection he seemed alive. As she stood with her fingers rested gently on the mantle, she desperately wanted to reach out and stroke his soft lush fur. She felt a warm heaviness in her lower stomach at the idea of digging her fingers into its thickness. Just as her hand lifted from the thick solidity of the mantle to stroke the canvas, the wolf turned to look at her.
Welcome. I am so pleased that you accepted the invitation.
Friday, February 15, 2008
NEVER startle a sleeping cat
Okay, this is a warning for all you out there who are owned by a furry feline friend. Don't ever startle them if they're asleep. Why??
Our house king was snoozing in the bedroom window, when I foolishly threw back the curtain and asked, "Hey, watcha doin, Fuzznuts?" Well his response was swift and painful. In the blink of an eye, he twisted around and swatted my face, claws and all. I now have a lovely black eye, with a nice scabbing cut right under my left eye. He of course was very apologetic, once he realized I was indeed not the huge dog next door set on having him for lunch. LOL
Oh well, lesson learned. Whenever, wherever the king doth decide to slumber is fine by me!!!!
Our house king was snoozing in the bedroom window, when I foolishly threw back the curtain and asked, "Hey, watcha doin, Fuzznuts?" Well his response was swift and painful. In the blink of an eye, he twisted around and swatted my face, claws and all. I now have a lovely black eye, with a nice scabbing cut right under my left eye. He of course was very apologetic, once he realized I was indeed not the huge dog next door set on having him for lunch. LOL
Oh well, lesson learned. Whenever, wherever the king doth decide to slumber is fine by me!!!!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
How about one of my poems
Single White Rose
A single white rose lay on the floor,
bleeding it's fragrant juices on the carpet.
It's petals bent and bruised lay cradling the heart of the flower,
the way she had hoped he would be cradling her last night.
A single white candle stands in the holder,
extinguished now,
the wick burnt to the end.
A bottle of wine on the desk,
still unopened.
Two glasses unused and yet unusable,
shattered,
their crystal tears marring the wall.
This night ,
so long planned,
had held the promise of love in the future.
She had come so far,
to be given a note.
She held it still,
when they came to clean the room.
"Sweets,
I have had a change of heart.
I have to escape you.
It's been great.
Bye!"
On the table another note lay,
beside the pills and the half bottle of scotch.
"I gave up everything for this night.
I turned my back on my family and friends.
I gave away my heart and soul.
I have nothing left.
Goodbye."
A single white rose lay on the floor.
© July 10 2004
A single white rose lay on the floor,
bleeding it's fragrant juices on the carpet.
It's petals bent and bruised lay cradling the heart of the flower,
the way she had hoped he would be cradling her last night.
A single white candle stands in the holder,
extinguished now,
the wick burnt to the end.
A bottle of wine on the desk,
still unopened.
Two glasses unused and yet unusable,
shattered,
their crystal tears marring the wall.
This night ,
so long planned,
had held the promise of love in the future.
She had come so far,
to be given a note.
She held it still,
when they came to clean the room.
"Sweets,
I have had a change of heart.
I have to escape you.
It's been great.
Bye!"
On the table another note lay,
beside the pills and the half bottle of scotch.
"I gave up everything for this night.
I turned my back on my family and friends.
I gave away my heart and soul.
I have nothing left.
Goodbye."
A single white rose lay on the floor.
© July 10 2004
Let's give it a go
Okay, so I am the first to admit that this is new to me. I'm not saying that I can't talk the ear off a dead man, but to sit here and type in a message of some meaning to any and all who may want to learn something about the person behind the writing... now that is new. But, if you are willing to have a little patience, I will do my best to keep you all informed.
If there is anything in particular you want to know (nothing too personal, like my pant size, that is LOL) just ask.
For now, check out whatever else I have on this site and check back often for updates on my writing. I'll try to keep track of works in progress and upcoming releases through eXtasy Books.
Talk at you soon!
If there is anything in particular you want to know (nothing too personal, like my pant size, that is LOL) just ask.
For now, check out whatever else I have on this site and check back often for updates on my writing. I'll try to keep track of works in progress and upcoming releases through eXtasy Books.
Talk at you soon!
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