I’m still making great progress on that BDSM story. Yeah, it’s sex, sex and more sex—but with a really yummy hero and a very messed up heroine. Cross McNally is just the sort of warrior-hero that knocks me off my socks every time. I’m hoping to be done with it tomorrow. My EC editor won’t know what to do with herself—having me turn in two stories so close together. Then it will be onto a mad rush of revision as I get a short story expanded into a short novella. Never any rest for the very wicked.
I was looking at the titles of the email in my spam filter:
Save with our cruise specials!
Italy travel deals!
Vacation in Hawaii!
Looking for an exotic vacation?
How’d they know I’m getting restless? Sure, I have a trip planned for nearly every month this year, but they are writing-related conferences. Maybe I’m feeling restless because my sis and family are headed to Italy today. I’m seriously jealous. It’s been forever since I was in Italy. I’d had dreams of going to Iceland with the hellion this year, but her life has gotten busy really, really fast, so that’s not an option, and I don’t want to go alone. What’s a girl to do?
What sort of trips do you have planned? Anything close to home? Or are you going pretty far afield for your next adventure?