hey all! taking a break from writing to give you a bit of an update. Ch 6 is half-finished. I’m writing my holiday story and this one simultaneously and at first it was kind of overwhelming, but now that I’ve found my groove, it’s actually kind of fun. I’m hoping to have something out in the next two weeks. My next short story won’t be up until Sunday. I had surgery this week and was out of commission pretty much until today, so now I’m back to business while recuperating.
As usual, your patience and kind words are much appreciated.
(p.s. I’ve also been drafting/outline my first novel. I’m super excited)
“I have always found the times when another person recognizes you to be strangely sad; I suspect the pathos of these moments is their rareness, the way they contrast with most daily encounters. That reminder that it can be different, that you need not go through your life unknown but that you probably still will—that is the part that is almost unbearable.”—Prep
Well since you asked for the best and not my favorite:
It was actually at a bar. This guy I used to DJ with at the radio station was eyeing me all night. We had a few classes together, worked on a group project. We talked for a bit and then parted ways to hang with our respective crowds, but I could always feel him watching me. Last call rolls around, I’m nice and buzzy, about to head out with my friends. He stops me for a hug. It was nice and friendly. I make to leave, he pulls me back. I’m pressed between him and the wall. He smiles, tilts my chin up, and his lips brush against mine.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but that was the hottest kiss ever. There was a little tongue action and this neat nibbling trick that I’ve tried to find in other guys, but to no avail. I haven’t seen him since that night, but it was the best kiss because it’s the only one that’s never involved emotions/feelings of longing. It was pure, hot, silly drunk fun.
WHY is Mercedes Jones (Glee character) always going on about how black she is?? We can see that from the way your skin is dark. I mean it’s not like I can go out and scream from the rooftops “I am a strong independant white woman!” Part of that is because I’m not a woman but ALOT of it is due to racism!
This is quite possibly the dumbest thing I’ve read all day. Congrats, sir.
I haven’t written anything going on three weeks. Not a single sentence. Ugh. Sorry guys. I’m working through some extreme stuff and it’s taking a toll on my work. I should be back to business in a few days.