Archive for May, 2005

Out With the Old…

Tuesday, May 31st, 2005

I am going to have my very own Den of Iniquity.

After most of an adult life filled with boring Contractor’s White walls (as dictated by landlords and such), I have an opportunity to redecorate my bedroom from the floor up.

I’m ripping out carpet. I’m laying pine laminate flooring. I’m repainting. I’m removing light fixtures and changing window coverings; I’m feeling frisky just thinking about it.

Even though nothing’s been started yet.

In a daydreaming moment earlier today, I had epiphanies about some of the things I’m going to do.
The flooring’s already been chosen ages ago, and I’m just fine with that. I love the flooring. It makes me happy.
I’ve decided to go with a cool, dusky sort of feel in the room, so I’m considering using shades of purple for paint – maybe a lilac with a touch of silver or grey, or a gunmetal-type tone. And on one wall, I’m going to do some sort of trendy painting technique – ragging or sponging or somesuch crazy stuff – in perhaps a darker shade. Not so far as indigo or violet, but definitely darker than the main color.

For my main light fixture, I’m taking out the boring existing ceiling light and replacing it with this WAY cool wrought-iron chandelier that uses candles instead of lightbulbs. I’m also going to use wrought-iron in accent pieces, when I can find ones I like.

There are mini-blinds in the window right now. They’re coming down. I’ve got a set of sheer white tab curtains that have some white-on-white embroidery along the hem, a set of sheer curtains in a dusky lilac/mauve-y shade, and a set of heavy white cotton curtains. I’m going to see about layering the fabrics – sheer white in the center, lilac on the sides, and heavy white framing the window. The heavier ones will be good for blocking out light, if I need that.

Finally, I’m going to sew myself some new duvet covers, using whatever I can find in shades of purple. And my long-term goal will be to make a quilt for the bed.

I used to like the idea of white mosquito netting over the bed, but that almost seems too passe nowadays. I’m going to ponder that one. Also, I’d love to get a wrought-iron bedframe, but my wallet is protesting that idea.

Anyway. I’m completely stoked at the idea of this new bedroom, and it’ll be the perfect place to escape to and destress.

The best thing, I think? The room will definitely say ‘seduction’. Come slip between the cool, cotton sheets with me and savor the calm, dusky twilight ripe with questions asked and answered.

Of course, there’s always got to be a worst thing, isn’t there? The flip of the coin, the ying to the yang.

My Den of Iniquity, my Suite of Seduction… will be across the hall from my parents’ room.
And as much as the Room of Romance may come to pass with barely a flicker of acknowledgement, the scantily-clad Cabana Boy/BT would absolutely raise some difficult-to-answer questions.

*snert*

The Perfect Male

Friday, May 27th, 2005

Is there such a thing? Maybe yes, maybe no. I have my doubts, but I’d like to think I’m open-minded. Hehehe.

I’ve told most people I know in the Real World this story, but I feel the need to recount it here, too. Probably because I can’t forget it.

Back when I was duly and properly employed, we’d often take our lunch break at the nearby shopping mall, eating bad-for-you fast food (is there any other kind?). On this particular day, while waiting in line at Taco Bell, I perused the seating area, hoping to spot an empty table – a rarity, seeing as how it was lunchtime and the place was packed. However, as I gazed around the room, I happened to spot a man sitting alone at a table, eating his lunch. Even now, I can’t adequately describe my reaction – my cheeks suddenly burning with this wave of heat that appeared out of nowhere, my lungs forgetting how to work, depriving me of oxygen – you know the kind of thing I mean.

To say he was gorgeous would be a disservice. I’m bad at guessing ages, but I was thinking late thirties-very early forties. Short salt-and-pepper hair, neatly styled. Amazing cheekbones. Light blue eyes. The best comparison I can come up with would be a cross between Mark Harmon and Richard Dean Anderson (MacGyver, but sans the MacGyver mullet.)

It felt like hours, but after only a few minutes, I nudged my friend and dining companion and pointed out Mr. Godlike to her. We have completely opposite tastes, and normally don’t agree when we’re guyspotting, but in this one instance, she was in total agreement.

I actually briefly lost all capacity for speech. That’s how bad it was. And I can safely admit that’s never happened to me before – not even with the ol’ hex hubby.

Now if life were a romance novel, I’d bump into him again, somewhere completely unexpected. But we all know how possible that is. *snert*

Besides, even though I can definitely type the talk, I most certainly cannot walk the walk. If there was ever a larger bag o’ chicken livers on this planet, it would be moi.

On that note, I’m going to try and write some dirty words now, to the accompaniment of talking farm animals… Oy.

In the beginning…

Friday, May 27th, 2005

This is a new experience – typing in the living room on a borrowed laptop, while the movie Babe plays in the background. We’ll soon see just how distracting this will be. I do love the freedom of being able to work anywhere I want, but I know I do think more clearly when my environment is quieter (for the most part, anyway. And hey, no comments from the peanut gallery on that one!), the only exception being if I’ve got mood-setting music on the stereo.

And the most significant key will be seeing if I can write erotica while cartoons are playing…

But anyway. Being a writer’s Blog, I guess I should talk about writing – at least a little. After a few different false starts, I settled into erotica. It stems, in part, I think, from writing naughty short stories for my friends in High School – though the use of the word ‘naughty’ is stretching it a lot. Ha!

My favorite piece of writing, though, is from when I was about ten years old. I started a Nancy Drew-type mystery story, featuring myself and my two friends (at the time). It’s awesome, if I do say so myself. Especially all the typos (all done on a manual typewriter). I can’t remember how many chapters I have… I may have to pull it out of my writing file to take a look at it.
At present, though, I’ve got two partial manuscripts going, and a somewhat-fleshed-out synopsis for a third. Like most other writers, I’ve also got a number of ideas in a file – ideas that may come to pass eventually… or may not. Who knows, right?

I’m targeting Ellora’s Cave. For a fairly young company, they’ve got a fantastic reputation, and I know several other authors who are published with them. Plus, they’re RWA-recognized, which is important to me, too.

Hmm. Now I don’t know what to talk about anymore. Feh. This ‘get-to-know-you’ early Blog stuff is kinda boring, isn’t it?

So… on that note, let’s move on to something else. Something more exciting.

How’s about men?

Motion passed. Men, it is. Good choice, Dear Friends.

Can’t. Take. It. Anymore. Brain. Exploding. Augh…

Thursday, May 26th, 2005

Well, lookie that. More than a month has passed since I started this damned thing, and nary a word. What else is new? This, of course, is what I get for not making time to journal. I *am* going to do this more often. Yes, indeedy-do.

Because when I don’t, I end up spending nights like last night, lying wide-awake in bed, thinking of all the things I could Blog about (and oh, let me tell you, there are many. Consider yourself duly warned).

Case in point: (and no, this is not about writing, which is obviously what you’d expect to find on a writer’s Blog, but hey — gimme a little leeway here, wouldya?)
On the weekend I found three shoeboxes stuffed full of snailmail. Old letters from years ago that I’ve kept, hidden away out of sight and forgotten. Well, I spent two evenings reading through a good portion of them — and wow — that was a trip down memory lane, lemme tell you.

Before I actually go into the content of the letters, though, I’ve got to say they also reminded me of how much I absolutely adore handwritten correspondence. Yes, email is amazing for speed and convenience, but there’s nothing like receiving an envelope that’s bursting with pages of news from someone you care about. The only things that arrive in the postbox nowadays are bills and junk mail, for the most part.

Anyway. I also found a large number of letters from people that I’ve fallen out of touch with. Whatever happened to them? Where are they now? I’ve googled a few names, but nothing conclusive has appeared. I have no idea if search engines would pick up on these bits, but hey, it’s worth a try, innit? So, it’s roll call time, boys and girls! If you see your name listed here, email me at starrstruck@gmail.com! And silly me, this Blog is written under my pseudonym. So I won’t be revealing my real name here, but for identification purposes, I used to play a Sprite named Kischa in the wacky world of Furrymuck, from approximately 1992-95 or 96?. So if any of this rings a bell, write me!! Oh, and please forgive me if I’ve misspelled any names — I’m doing this from memory now. (I put the letters away, and am too lazy to go get them right now, okay? Sheesh!)

Calling:
Matt Adey, also known as Luquewarm!
Adam Johnson, also known as Blackwing!
Hiren Desai, also known as Ocey!

Crumbs. There were a couple more names, but I’m drawing blanks. All righty. Will need to return to this topic at a later date.

But for now, that’s it for me. I’m gonna go do… something. Don’t know what, yet, but that’s beside the point.