Time for bed

All that travel and gift delivering has worn poor ol' Santa right out. What do you say we tuck him into bed properly?

Sexy music

Click the picture to see these little notes in action.

Tree hugging

Mmm ...

[loud sucking sound]

Yes, that's my life being inhaled by the internet vortex.

Slow down

Some things you simply have to savor. Take your time with. Like this.

Random

Social networking is like quicksand ... the more flailing around I do, the faster I sink into The Nothing.

I'm trying ... really. Back on Facebook. Back on Twitter. Even trying to update via another site called Hootsuite, which updates both account statuses simultaneously ... from my phone. As many know, I gave up most of the social network sites for a couple of months. Now I'm back and find it just as ridiculously addicting as before. The very reason I deleted my profiles in the first place. [shaking my head]

It's fun interacting with all sorts of different people, but really what exactly is the reason behind the addiction? This compulsion to throw random bits of my life out into the abyss and have people respond ... or not?

How on earth did we survive without being "ON" 24/7? I don't know about you, but it wears me out.

Pinned

Right where he wants to be.

The End ... times three

YES!! I'm so thrilled to say that I have completed my third book! "The Letter" is the first in a series called Bedtime Stories: Erotic Retellings of Classic Rhymes. Of course there's still edits/revisions, but it's complete. Hoping to have this one out there early in the new year.