I love celebrating a milestone! and thanking everyone who has visited and supported my work. I couldn’t think of a better way than by sharing a wonderful talk from my web favourite @sixthformpoet. He is a wonderfully sexy and entertaining man who deserves your attention.
“In his first public appearance, he goes in search of ‘the perfect joke’. His journey leads him from clever to rude, silly to subversive (and pretty much everywhere between) eventually arriving at the…ehem, perfect formula. This one has been much anticipated!!” - The Lost Lectures - Oct 2, 2012
In keeping with tradition, today I celebrate another milestone with a fabulous image from photographer Edward Weston. It is a wonderful portrait of his muse Charis Wilson.
It’s the eve of the 1st anniversary of Romancing Alix, and what a fantastic year it has been.
A huge Thank you! to everyone, I have had so much fun, and look forward to an exciting year ahead.
Edward Weston, Charis Wilson 1936
It is not often I hear a song that strikes multiple cords with me, but this one is a must share. I was extremely privlegded to see Sean O’Donnell, perform this song live with Battlefield Band , the lyrics are from a traditional Scottish poem.
Lovers and Friends
Ah, battles and wars
Leave deep wounds and scars
And deep wounds are long in the memory
Where reflecting upon
All that is gone
Your life passes on til it’s ending
But the pleasure and pain
In our memories remain
And by memories, our time will be measured
And the time that we spend
With lovers and friends
Is time we remember with pleasure
So fill up your glass
To the future and past
In harmony, be determined:
There’s more friendship poured out
In a bottle of stout
Than you’ll find in statutes and sermons
Listen to Sean sing it here… Lovers and Friends
This weekend I wanted to introduce you to a genius, he makes me smile almost everyday. He is so good I just want to share him around.
“I may be a Sixth Form Poet, but fiddle with me and I become a Hot Firm Sexpot.”
“I am seeing a Harley Street therapist to help me with my kleptomania, and I have already taken something valuable from every session.”
So I have created a SPOTLIGHT PAGE and then introduced him to Anna,
so you’ll meet him more intimately on Sunday. Enjoy!
The quince is unique, in fragrance and flavour either fresh or cooked. Quince trees have been cultivated for thousands of years and ancient civilizations including the ancient Greeks prized them for their taste and beauty in the garden.
In Ancient Greek legend it was a quince that Paris awarded to Aphrodite as the most beautiful goddess at wedding celebrations on Mount Olympus. He had to choose between Aphrodite, Athena and Hera. They tried to bribe him to choose among them – Hera offered ownership of all of Europe and Asia, Athena offered skill in battle, and wisdom, and Aphrodite offered the love of the most beautiful woman on Earth, Helen of Sparta. Paris chose Aphrodite and in so doing choose Helen, and so began the story of Helen of Troy.
So you could say in it’s own way the mighty quince was instrumental in the creation of the Trojan wars. A recipe for a family dinner party, a romantic dinner or just the perfect desert for Melbourne in Spring. Enjoy, celebrate and love.
Ingredients – Serves 6 people (half a fruit each)
- 3 quince , peeled, halved and cored
- zest of one lemon
- 2 cups of sugar
- 1 cinnamon stick
- 3 or 4 cloves
- 3 bay leaves
- 1 tablespoon of vanilla sugar
Peel, halve and core the Quince, and place in a baking tray. Combine all other ingredients, making sure you mix them well and add enough water to cover the fruits.
Cover the baking tray with foil and cook for 45 mins to 1 hour. Check by pressing the fruits to see if they are nice and soft.
Remove the fruits from the tray, and reduce the syrup on top of the stove for 15 minutes.
Pour the syrup over the quince and cover until you are ready to serve them.
An instrumental that always inspires me:
Just love it!
National Novel Writing Month & National Blog Posting Month
#NaNoWriMo & #NaBloPoMo
It all starts now!
National Novel Writing Month and National Blog Posting Month are two completely separate writing initiatives, that I have joined up for, in the Month of November. I have popped the links up in their titles so if you wish to also participate, or watch my progress, and or the progress of the many talented (crazy) authors that have decided to participate, you have the information with a click of your mouse.
The Novel Writing Month, proposes 50K words of the first draft of a novel. So I hope to pump into No Soft Soap and complete the first draft by the end of the month. There is a lot to do..but I am really looking forward to fleshing out that plot.
Deciding to participate in the National Blog Posting Month as well, came from having plans for this project, that life and chaotic work ethic have hindered. So I am hoping November is going to be a formative month, helping me to create a productive structure that lets me achieve the goals I set out for myself. I will be posting daily with a cross section of themes. There will be erotic romance snippets, author critiques and interviews, research I have found interesting and things I haven’t even thought of yet.
I have a huge Thank – you to Karen Andrews ( @miscmum ) for writing about her participation in both these events. She inspired me to investigate further and as a result I signed up.
……Play and Stay Safe!
This week, I was extremely fortunate and came across Wild Ride, the wonderful blog of a very talented sensual erotic writer, he posts under the name ridingwild. He often responds to an image in a poetic form. I have posted one of my many favourites, to show you how exciting his writing is.
she loved this game
playing the semi-innocent
quietly inciting things with men of supposed stature
arranging for insidious filth to occur
in perfectly planned moments
while pretending to be the submissive being taken
she had a whirling fierce mind that could slay any corporate dragon
and she knew it was her fated right to own the throne she vied for
she also had carnal skills no man there had ever tasted
in their wildest dirty dreams
and she meant to use all of her stunning gifts
to rise to the heights that belonged to her in this world
in a setting where only the boys thought they should rule
it was their own fault for not playing fair
and she meant to show them the error of their idiotic ways
soon she would have them wrapped about her little finger
and writhing happily under her wet thumb
as easily as her fists clamped these panting desperate cocks
and bent them into spitting submission
after hours of torturous promise
they would indeed kneel and worship her in their own wanton greed
agreeing to do things for her pleasure
and for the brilliance of her oncoming coup
beyond their kinkiest and most devious imaginings
power would soon shift to the goddess
as it was always meant to
and they would become her minions in all things
it was good to be queen, the princess smiled
as she climbed the power play mountain
from the dirty backside
laughing through these orgasmic machinations
all the obscenely artful way