Okay it’s HOT! No I mean really really HOT! I am sure you already know this but I can’t seem to get the thought out of my head that it is just too damn HOT!
Even worse is trying to write a scene when in the book it’s not 110 degrees outside! All of a sudden my hero is in boarding shorts. It was freaking snowing three chapters ago!
Now don’t get me wrong. I like hot steamy romance- AKA SEX! The hotter the better. But sometimes the mind does not cooperate with my fingers. I think I know what I’m going to type and than BAM, something out of the ordinary pops up. Like shorts in snow.
Although my hero would look very nice in shorts I prefer him to be naked if he’s going to be that bare. Let us see it all! Lol!
So while I’m struggling with the heat here I thought I would give you a couple funny quotes I found while searching something totally unrelated, yep it’s been one of those weeks. Because really if I don’t laugh I just might give up and not come out of my house until December.
"Summer is the season when a man thinks he can cook better on an outdoor grill than his wife can on an indoor stove."
Short funny quote by, Anonymous.
"People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world,"
Short and funny quotes, Calvin.
"All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific."
Short funny quotes by, Jane Wagner.
So hopefully you got a little giggle like me.
But Summer time does means one more thing we do get to enjoy HOT summer releases. Last night I went back to my Suumer release Summers' Girl. It was a story that I really enjoyed writing and I am so glad it was part of last years Suumer Seductions series. For those of you who have not read it here is a little about Summers' Girl- on sale through Total-E-Bound.
The summer heat isn't the only thing causing Hannah Wagner's temperature to soar - half-naked carpenter Jake Summers is doing more than his part.
Hannah Wagner needs a place to relax and escape everyday life - and the summer home of her childhood fits the bill. She's shocked and a little uneasy by the instant sexual attraction she finds with the carpenter who is renovating the house. Hannah fights her attraction to Jake Summers, but when she finds him skinny dipping in the lake behind her house, it only adds fuel to the fire inside her.
But Hannah is not only looking for a break from her life, she is running from a troubled past and a dangerous ex-husband. When Hannah's ex shows up and threatens her, Jake calls in his old Special Forces team to help. He is determined to bring the man down...and cement the fact that Hannah is Jake Summers' girl.
Before I go I want to Congratulate the winner of my June 2010 Contest- Reading Rewards.
Congrats goes out to
She won $10.00 in free Ebooks and a signed covered copy of one of my books. If you didn’t win this month don’t worry! This is the summer for reading and free books. July’s contest starts tomorrow. Details available at my Blog- starting tomorrow.
Romance on the ‘WILD’ side…
Faith is about to discover why three is a prime number.
As a helicopter pilot, Faith Anderson is pretty open-minded. But when she finds her lover’s best friend in his bed, naked, she assumes the worst and leaves, not realising she’s just walked out on years of planning.
Donovan can’t believe his ultimate seduction has just gone up in flames—not after finally finding a woman he and his friend, Parker, know is the other piece to their puzzle. They’ve spent years watching her, and after being together for just over a year, one miscalculation has ruined everything…until Parker comes up with a plan that’ll have Faith flying back into their arms, and their bed.
And just my luck, the Threefold Anthology releases just a couple of weeks before AAD... the Author's After Dark convention—another first for me. I'm so excited. I'm actually going to get to be part of the convention, as well as enjoy many of the aspects other readers will be attending. A big thanks to Stella and the folks at AAD for all their hard work. I hope to see and meet a bunch of fantastic people. Now I just have to figure out how to promo this one right, lol.
Hope you all have a great start to the summer and I'll see you next month.
Romancing life...one adventure at a time.
And AAD is going to have some awesome TEB authors there besides us. Carol Lynne, Kris Norris, Bronwyn Green, Brynn Paulin.... Seriously its going to a faboo time and I'm so excited so many awesome TEB authors will be attending.
Audra and I will be promoting this new book hard at the event, doing a hig banner poster, postcards, bookmarks and some awesome special goodies. I really cant wait for everyone to have a look at Harley and his life. It's a sexy story and I can't wait for everyone to read it. REALLY. lol.
So I'll be in California for a week starting tomorrow. My hunny wanted to take a vacation, and it was the perfect time for me to do some research with a friend while there. We are going to go to one of the gorges and check out all the carvings and such, as well as explore the river area where the gorge is. Why? because book three of the American Satyr series has a lot to do with mysticism and the past... so it should be good to get some interesting visuals. I'm looking forward to it very much.
As the pic at the top of the post might suggest, I have a new book coming out soon - July 5th to be exact.
This one is a little bit special in that I’m hoping it’s going to make a bit of money for a local charity.
100% of all the royalties I receive for the book, primary and secondary sales over the full duration of the contract, will be donated to Tŷ Hafan Children’s Hospice.
That means everyone who buys the book direct from the TEB website will be donating 70p (just over $1 US) to a really fantastic cause.
Here’s a bit about the charity (taken from their website):
Tŷ Hafan offers comfort, care and support for life-limited children and young people and is dedicated to improving the quality of life of their whole family.
Tŷ Hafan was established in 1999 to provide respite, palliative and end of life care to the children in Wales who suffer from life-limiting conditions. Life limiting conditions are those which mean that the child or young person is not expected to reach nineteen years of age.
Children suffer from various conditions, such as Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, Cystic Fibrosis and Celebral Palsy. Some children are diagnosed at birth; others receive no diagnosis or at some point treatment is abandoned. Children and their families might receive our support for many years or just for a few days at the end of life. Either way, Tŷ Hafan provides love, care and support for the children and their families absolutely free of charge.
Tŷ Hafan is a registered charity and was established entirely from public donations. It now costs £2.5 million a year to run the hospice and all but 17% (Government funding) is raised through the generosity of our donors and supporters.
And here’s a bit about the story - Gay Friendly is a Male/Male BDSM lust bite length story. It’s the ninth book in the G-A-Y collection, but since they are linked solely by theme, all the books can also be read as standalone titles. I should also probably mention that the plot of the book, has nothing to do with the great work Tŷ Hafan does.
Here’s the blurb:
Ellis thought a gay friendly hotel sounded nice. He didn’t realise just how friendly the men there would be…
Ellis is gay and out—technically at least. Unfortunately the only other gay man he’s acquainted with is his cousin Harry. When he suddenly gets the chance to visit a gay friendly hotel with his cousin, in exchange for paying his share of the petrol money, he assumes the impromptu holiday will be a nice gentle way to ease his way into gay society before he starts university in September.
Dominant Mitchell Thompson has fond memories of the hotel where he came out almost two decades ago. He returns there every year, and always finds it to be exactly the same unashamedly kinky hook-up party it has always been. When he stumbles across a sweet little novice who’s obviously way out of his depth at the resort, his trip down memory lane suddenly becomes far more interesting.
And here’s a quick excerpt:
“I think I might be the only gay man on the planet who’d actually like to know someone’s name before he starts grabbing my arse.”
Half way along the path, Mitchell Thompson paused and looked over his shoulder. He frowned slightly as he shook his head at himself, sure he must have misheard.
“No, I’m not bloody well exaggerating. You have no idea what the men here are like!”
Thompson turned around and retraced his steps to a gap between the excess of greenery that separated a secluded little seating area from the paths that flanked it. The leaves parted to reveal a stunning view over the cliff tops to the sea beyond, but Thompson’s attention never actually moved past the young man in the middle of the scene.
He had a mobile phone glued to his ear, and he was sitting on the table with his feet on one of the chairs, but otherwise, he presented a pretty picture.
“I did not!” His eyes opened very wide. Pale pink lips morphed into an inviting little O. “I came here because he said the hotel was gay friendly. Friendly,” the younger man stressed. “Handshakes are friendly, clapping someone on the shoulder and watching rugby matches with someone is friendly. Trying to grab someone’s cock before you’ve even said hello is not friendly, it’s…it’s…well, it’s a damn sight more than friendly!”
Thompson smiled to himself. The younger man sounded so shocked, so innocently appalled by it all.
The boy pushed his hand through his hair, disordering the dark brown spikes. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just not as gay as I thought I was…”
Thompson’s smile faded a fraction. The younger man sounded so lost, so uncertain about it all.
A noise from the path on the other side of the seating area caught the boy’s attention. He rushed out his goodbyes and hung up on whomever had been playing agony aunt for him.
Mitchell tore his attention away from the younger man just in time to see a group walk out from the excessive shrubbery. There were half a dozen men, none of them much older than the boy at the table, and all of them more than a little tipsy. If Thompson was any judge, they were harmless. They were just as obviously out of the boy’s league.
“Hello, darling!” One of them hopped up onto the table and put his arm around the smaller man’s shoulder. “Your Harry’s—”
“Cousin,” the boy cut in, evidently thoroughly fed up with men assuming that he was Harry’s something else. “I’m his cousin.” He made a subtle attempt to move out of the newcomer’s embrace. It was so subtle, the other man didn’t even appear to notice.
“Edward!” One of the other men remembered as he sat down on the seat the boy had been resting his feet on, blocking one of his escape routes.
“Ellis.” The correction was accompanied by an embarrassed smile and an attempt to make his exit by edging crabwise along the table. He edged his way directly into a dark haired young man.
Ellis gave a shocked little yelp as he realised he was effectively pinned between the group, or maybe because his attempts to back away from one man had put his hand onto the crotch of another. He snatched his hand back. “Sorry, I…”
The guy laughed. “No need to be sorry, sweetheart.” He caught his wrist and guided it good naturedly back towards his cock. Ellis’ eyes opened wider than ever. His mouth opened and closed several times, too. No words came out.
“That’s enough.” Thompson stepped out from the greenery. Every pair of eyes turned towards him.
And that’s it.
Thanks for reading!
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare?
“I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan,” the old television commercial told us. The ad was for a perfume, and, as I recall, featured a beautiful woman in a stunning gown. The commercial went on to say, “And never let him forget that he’s a man. Because I’m a woman…”
The idea was that women were empowered and able to do anything. Forget Superman. As women, we can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Oh yeah, and make dinner, take the kids to school, mop the kitchen, toss in a load of laundry on the way out the door, soothe a friend on the phone as we’re driving to work…
Oh, and we’re still being sold the idea that we have to look like a movie star while we’re doing it.
The nasty truth is, we have to take care of ourselves first, the rest is impossible.
My former sister-in-law is an amazing woman. Three girls, a full-time job, a lovely home to maintain, expectations of a full dinner on the table, oh, yeah, and the expectation (probably self-imposed) that she should look like a goddess.
This glossy picture took a nasty turn a few days ago. This amazing woman collapsed while making dinner. An ambulance was called. Paramedics and doctors at first thought she’d maybe had a stroke. Tests followed, along with a lot of angst.
The result? Dehydration, compounded, possibly by starvation.
In the Western world? In the 21st century? Get outta here!
In addition to all her responsibilities, she was dieting severely, trying to look her best.
By depriving herself of what she needed and doing all these things for others, she compromised her health. Instead of being the caretaker, others had to care for her. (Too bad that it took that big of a wake up call.)
Ladies, we should wake up, too!
We have to make certain our needs are as high on our lists as everyone else’s.
The first thing we have to do is to realize that being healthy is a priority, a bigger priority than fitting into a certain size dress.
Start the day with a good breakfast, not a just a cup of coffee. Make healthier choices at the grocery store. Squeeze in a walk. Maybe practice yoga. At the very least, sleep for eight hours!
Focus on health, rather than an image.
Only by making a commitment to ourselves can we be all that we want to be. Maybe we can bring home the bacon. Maybe we can make that bacon into a fabulous meal. But maybe, just maybe, we have to take care of ourselves first in order to do it all.
Here are the highlights!
Closed on a new house early this month, and just moved in last weekend. So all the craziness of moving 12 years worth of stuff, and all the related must-do's have been daunting. Followers of my blog already know that a few days without internet was unacceptable. I'd wait until everyone was asleep and drive the 3 miles to the completely empty old house to get online. Fortunately, we now have internet here. Much cozier.
My mom is visiting for the first time in a few years. See my Hot Spot Thanksgiving post for the background on why this is so amazing and wonderful. This trip was planned well before all the moving stuff came about, so it's just dumb luck she's here during the single most busy week of my recent life.
Why Sunday you ask? It's dance recital time. And since both girls are in dance (and the older one is on a performing group and has multiple routines), I'm practically living at the Newmark Theatre this week. Lots of gel, bobby pins, and searching for the right dance shoes (jazz? tap? ballet?).
Oh, and the oldest has her first slumber party at a friend's for a birthday party on Saturday.
Also trying to keep up with writing, editing, proofing, etc. In my spare time.
The last thing that demon Seth expects to come across while househunting is an injured angel...especially one who has no idea he's anything but human. Every instinct in him wants to stay far away, but Kyrian is being targeted by another demon, and Seth reluctantly finds himself playing guardian to the irresistible male.
Kyrian has no idea what is 'haunting' his house, but after he breaks his ankle being shoved off the deck, he's had enough. Strong, handsome Seth is a godsend, making him feel safe and secure. But he alludes to secrets that will test everything Kyrian believes...and turns the tables on just who needs protecting.
I was trying to settle on what to write about this month. Whenever I’m at that point, I do one of two things. I either mentally review the last research trip I took or I go to one of my favourite sites and pour over the pictures and pick a theme. I needed the high, so looking over the pictures at Bentboy’s Place won out. That always creates another problem. I can never decide when I’ve done enough looking. I forget about picking a theme and end up perusing the photos until I suddenly remember my purpose in being there. I’m supposed to be writing a blog and I’m supposed to be deciding on this month’s theme. I need to get back to the task at hand.
But maybe staring at all those gorgeous man-photos has helped me hit on this month’s theme. Staring at them made me start thinking about what people consider to be sexy. Being the curious sort, I wonder what visual images appeal to people. Which ones do they just want to stop and gaze at or wish they had been there for the photo shoot? When I was writing my first book, this would have been my idea of a sexy photo that made me sit up and say ‘yum, wish I’d been there for that shoot.’
Then I began writing m/m, m/m/f and m/m/m stories and my vision of sexy shifted.
I realized that I love photos of men together whether they’re at work or at play. To me that’s sexy. I love the image of sexy men in suits together. Especially when they really want to be together. Like this couple.
Or these two.
Then I discovered I love men together in the shower.
And cowboy kisses.
My love of muscular men emerged. Especially when they’re together. Especially when they’re kissing.
And also when they’re not.
When I started to go to Pride events and The Church Street Fetish Fair for research, I discovered there was a whole world of things I liked that were new to me. More sexy stuff.
And leather jockstraps.
Men in slings
Men tethered for pleasure.
Men in chaps.
I know men together is not everyone’s idea of sexy, but it works for me.
Indulge Me, my newest book from Total-e-Bound, is set in the largest gay spa in
See you next month.
Tales to seduce and entice…
I’ve learned to prioritize the most important. Sometimes it is hard when you have so many things pulling at you. Everything seems as if it is a now when in reality there are a few that really now’s. Yeah it sounds weird but it’s just as if someone calls you and yells fire and when you run there isn’t actually any fire. You look at them and wonder why you almost broke you neck getting there.
So I’ve learned to balance what is my priority. In the past I have let some of my important things be pushed aside. Now I know how to balance those things. I need them. So my writing, personal life, friends, me time and so many other things are all done on levels of priority. Some are higher up on the list than others and instead of trying to be everywhere at the same time I work by priorities one at a time. I find now that I have more balance for everything.
Prioritizing is a wonderful thing. Now I am off to do one of my top priorities some much deserved me time.
…increasing the sizzle factor
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By Lisabet Sarai
1. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?
d. Butter pecan
e. All of the above.
2. Who's the sexiest guy on the silver screen?
a. Clive Owen
b. Jake Gyllenhaal
c. Hugh Jackman
d. Robert Downey Jr.
e. All of the above
3. What's your favorite genre?
j. All of the above...
I don't generally have trouble making decisions. I don't agonize about things like which car to buy, or which job to accept, or where to take my vacation. I gather the necessary information, weigh the advantages and disadvantages and choose the alternative that seems to offer the best balance between the pros and the cons. I'm convinced that there are no wrong decisions in any case. Each choice will send the path of my life off into a different direction, but I have a strange confidence that any direction will have its satisfactions and rewards.
When someone asks me to choose a favorite in some dimension, though, I find myself stymied. I have two possible answers: "it depends" (on how I'm feeling on a particular day) or "all of the above". Unfortunately those kinds of questions pop up all the time in author interviews. What's your favorite food? Your favorite author? Your most romantic memory? Your favorite genre?
Well, I'm rebelling. I refuse to choose. Or rather, I choose variety. If I had to commit to a single genre (or two), I'd lose the creative spark. Writing would stop being fun.
I'm probably hobbling my writing career by not specializing. I recently penned a blog post about building a brand as author. A brand is based on distinctiveness, quality and consistency. I think I've got the first two components under control, but consistency? No way.
I mean, I like to think that my writing is consistent in its craftsmanship. But I've written pieces in practically every genre, with every combination of genders and orientations. I like to mix things up. My first novel includes M/F, M/M/, F/F, and M/M/F/F scenes, as well as a scene that I can't express using short-hand that involved three guys and one woman. In one book.
I've written contemporary, historical, paranormal, noir, even comedy. I haven't written any chick lit—yet—but I've got several chapters of a 1950's satire. I've written about vampires, monks, millionaires and bums. One of my favorite ideas (which I haven't pursued because I suspect I won't be able to sell it to anyone) involves a romance between a woman and a hermaphrodite.
If my main goal were to sell lots of books, I'd have to settle down and choose one content configuration that would define "Lisabet Sarai" for my readers. Most likely I'd choose BDSM, a genre which pushes my personal buttons. But would I write M/M BDSM? M/F? BDSM ménage? Each sub-genre has its own dedicated readers. Choose one and I lose the rest.
I can't seem to even get my mind around writing a series. Once I've written one book about a set of characters, I'm eager to move on to something different. I want to stretch my abilities, exercise them by staking out new writing territory. Right now, for instance, I'm roughing out the plot and characters for my first sci fi romance. I'm also turning over some ideas for an erotic mystery.
So I guess "Lisabet Sarai" is unlikely to become a household world. You can't package me into a soundbite. My tagline is "Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac". It identifies the main constant in my work, my fascination with sexual desire. Beyond that, anything goes.
What's my favorite genre? All of the above.
Because I am in such a good mood I thought I'd tell you all about the free story you can read which is part of my Point Vamp series. It's called To Comfort a Vampire and it featured in the June Total-E-Bound Newsletter.
This is a hot little tale that will really give you a feel for the Point Vamp series, so it's an ideal try before you story. Once you've read it you might want to pick up a copy of The Point which is Book 1 in the Point Vamp series and has gotten some seriously good reviews so far.
Zoe is nervous around vampires but takes a job at The Point for the money. She never expected to fall in love with a vampire but Alex isn't like the rest. When one night he comes to the club in an obviously distressed state Zoe does all she can to make him feel better.
Delane at Coffee Time Romance:
The love scenes are beyond hot; they are very sensual and provide a depth of emotion.
BD Whitney of Book Wenches:
The author bio at the end of this book indicates that Ms. Blisse’s style is "rosy, raunchy romance." Not only does that phrase describe this novella perfectly, but the alliteration is fun and hints at the thread of humor that permeates this entire tale. For me, that sense of humor is what makes The Point worth the read.
Jenny from Newcastle:
Ms. Blisse brings lust into the mix with one of the hottest stories I think I've ever read for someone who has been dead for over a hundred years Hugh is HOT! and the romance with Elizabeth is both passionate and believable. Top marks and I'm really looking forward to book two!
So far The Point is the only book in the series available to download but I have good news for you all. The second book, Stopping Point has just been accepted for release on the 18th October. So you've not got long to wait for the next installment. Here's what you can expect to find in Stopping Point:
Josh is a vampire he just doesn’t quite know it yet.
He is confused and his voluptuous sire, Cara is far too busy being mysterious to really help him unlock the secrets of his Afterlife. However, he pieces it together by himself and decides to turn his best mates into Vampire’s too. This doesn’t quite go to plan but he does discover The Point and its unique ten second rule.
Cara does not approve of Josh visiting The Point but that night she turns up at his door bloodied and much more dead than usual and accepts Josh’s help to escape from her much older and much crazier Sire Leopold.How is Josh going to defeat an older, wiser and more powerful vampire? He hasn’t a clue but for Cara he is willing to find out.
It's not that long to wait and I am going to continue work on book three very soon. I'll try not to leave you hanging too long!
The first book takes place in Tenerife, Canary Islands, where Mr. Graham and I vacationed as young college students. The second book takes place in Michigan in a fictional town near our home. And the final book takes place in England, where Mr. Graham and I met as exchange students in college.
Gifts of Desire Series
Two men and two women find love in a polyamorous relationship as they share their Gifts of Desire.
The Anniversary Present - Book 3
Amanda and Tom travel to England to celebrate Sabrina and Mark's anniversary and discover Amanda may be carrying a surprise for all of them.
Amanda's sense of financial stability is threatened when her husband, Tom, loses his job shortly before they travel to England to celebrate Mark and Sabrina's anniversary. The stress of Tom's unemployment affects their sex life and Amanda's health, especially when she suspects she may be pregnant and worries they won't be able to afford a baby.
When Tom's impotency is cured his first night with Sabrina, Amanda withdraws further into herself until Mark draws her out with his loving attention. Tempers flare as the two couples struggle to deal with jealous feelings. Through it, they learn that being a member of this unconventional foursome is the best gift of all.
And can I say "Phew!" I didn't forget to write this month.
Newsletter #61- June 2010 Edition
Website, myspace, blogs yahoo and more…oh so very much more
Selene’s Awakening, in ebook and audio, from Total E-Bound!
Forever Mine and Ask for It.
2 Awesome reviews for Willing and Able
Yes, that’s with an ‘s’. 2 new interviews for you to check out.
A lovely bit from Stiff Trick (Don’t you just adore that title?)
Congratulations to Tamsyn, find out what she won and why.
You betcha. New stuff and here's the url: http://www.my-haven2001.com/
Oh bring it, girl.
So I wrote the silly "Ode to My Wrist" - as my wrists were killing me that day. Well this has spiralled out of control. Out of the blue, I'll hear one of the kids - usually the oldest daughter, but the others have joined in as well - start saying an "ode". Think along the lines of "Ode to Big Brother's Smelly Gym Socks", "Ode to the Dustbunnies Beneath the Couch", or my personal favorite "Ode to Whatever that is Petrifying in the Back of the Fridge".
So, you lucky, lucky things, you get an ode as part of today's post. :-D
ODE TO SECONDARY CHARACTERS
You aren't fooling anyone.
I know what you are up to.
Looking so innocent, so charming,
But you're lying in wait
Until the perfect moment to pounce.
You'll tell me your life's story,
How you're waiting for your true love.
You'll flirt, you'll smile, you'll cry
and I'm caught in your web.
And you know it.
The word patience means nothing to you.
You laugh when I tell you to wait,
that I must finish this story first.
Never mind that without this story
you wouldn't exist.
Oh, you'll get your story, your true love,
but just you wait. You'll get yours.
When I'm working hard on you, your brother or sister
(or your boss or your friend or your pizza delivery man)
will start making eyes at me. Then you'll be sorry.
Okay, that was silliness, of course. But it, for me, stems from truth. I haven't written a story yet that some secondary characters hasn't touched me in some way that his/her story needs to be told. My current work is process is a perfect example. I'm working on the third book in my Into the Shadow series.
I never intended this to be a series. I wrote book one - Lust Me, Trust Me - as part of TEB's Bite Me! collection. It was supposed to be one story. Period. Then of course, the hero's partner and friend was just too funny and cute to NOT write about. So Have Me, Hold Me was born. Now I'm writing on book three. The hero was mentioned in book one, and made an appearance in book two. I'm weak. I cannot resist a sexy, ansty, troubled man. So I've found him the perfect kick-ass woman to help him with his troubles, and his story is nearly done. BUT...
You guessed it, there's another book in the works. Yes, even with my eyes wide open to the tricks these secondary characters pull, I fall for it every time. I guess it all works out in the end - I get to revisit characters and see how they're doing and keep going back into the worlds I create and love. If only the characters would develop a bit of patience...
So for putting up with my silliness, I'm going to share my current hero with you. Everyone, meet Seth.
*sigh* Is it any wonder he distracted me?
Thanks for reading. :-) I hope everyone is having a great week. See ya next month!
I'm seeing them want surgeries that even though I know are fairly safe, still cause a lot of shock to the body and frankly, I'm not happy about having my Dominant suffer because she took what "I" perceive to be the easy way out. My Mom did this almost three years ago and it scared the FUCK out of me because of the procedure even though she told me the details of it, she HAS a nursing background and is a medical fetishist. I didn't give in and "let her" do it without bitching, I just accepted that she is doing what she felt best, and thankfully she had only a few complications and is doing well.
I'm not knocking surgery. I'm just saying there are more cost effective alternatives out there for most people.
The problem as I see it, is a lack of proper information about nutrition and the human body. So, let's give you a short primer on how the body works. Tomorrow I will post 4 simple things anyone regardless of income level can do to improve their health.
4 Steps to a Healthy Author!
1. The body intakes food for fuel to keep it running. Eat enough and you can accomplish your daily routine and feel emotionally stable most of the time. Fluctuations occur but that's nature and partially out of our control.
2. The better quality the fuel, the better our bodies run. Yes, I drink a LOT of alcohol. Guess what? When I moved from Texas to California, I swore off cheap beer. And cheap liquor. My hangovers hurt MUCH less than yours. The same is true with your meats. Not only is it good for the animals to be processed humanely, but it's good for us. We're at the top of the food chain and should act like it.
3. The human body can kick out waste and unnatural stuff--mostly. Partially hydrogenated oils, food dyes, refined sugars, bad carbs, our bodies can "mostly" kick out. As we get older, we need to refine the machine. Think of it this way, you don't put crappy fuel in your 1968 Mustang to make it purr, you put in the best. You tinker with the engine and tweak the parts. Your diet should reflect this. Most of us do nothing but maintain the same unhealthy habits we had growing up. What becomes of the stuff our bodies can't kick out? It becomes FAT. Not cellulite. That's a made up term in my opinion.
4. To aid the body of ridding itself of waste, we need to drink PLENTY of water. 8 glasses or more a day. I'm guilty of breaking this rule and I’m fixing it. It's tough. I fucking HATE the taste of water by now, but if I want to continue to put weight on that I'll KEEP (I'm underweight by 10 pounds still) and maintain the gym form I'm working hard for, I'll fix it. GOOD water, too.
5. Best fuel source? Whey protein and good quality meat. If you're a vegan, "I" can't help you. But there are those who CAN, and they're NOT named Atkins, Sears or South Beach
So the last tip was thrown in for good measure, but it’ll definitely help you stay healthy as an author or reader!
I’ve attended three funerals so far this year. Not good odds since the year isn’t even half over. All three were ladies who had aged slowly, lived fully and had few if any regrets. I admired each of them in their own way. The first was my grandmother who died in February at the age of 96. From her I learned how to cook, how to keep my mouth shut when I had nothing good to say (although I don’t always follow this advice), to speak plainly and to love family without fail or condition. (She's the lady holding my little dog.) The second was a distant relative, Bernice. From her I learned what opossum stew tasted like (I DO NOT recommend it!) and not to giggle like a lady, but to burst forth with a full bodied belly laugh that shakes windows and has tears flowing. Finally, there was Helen. Helen and my grandmother were Bingo Buddies. From Helen I learned that “family” encompassed much more than simply blood relations, if you want good, ripe tomatoes, you need to use compost, and every plant, even the weeds, hold a special beauty and purpose. She would have turned 100 years old in October.
So, why do I begin today’s blog with such depressing thoughts? Simple. I don’t find these thoughts depression, but motivating. These ladies, strong and beautiful each, left an impression on not only me, but upon all whom they came in contact with. Perhaps one of their most admirable qualities, at least in my mind, is that they had no regrets. These were determined, formidable ladies who had survived two world wars, the Great Depression, the Beatles, several Stock Market crashes, marriages, children, poverty, hardship, joy, friendship and love. They set goals and either accomplished those goals or attempted to accomplish them to the best of their ability. I want to be like them.
So, I decided it was time for my own Bucket List. Since I’m fairly right brained, though, I’m sure the List will change. Also, I’m not sure they would approve of everything on my list, but I know they’d approve of me trying my best to accomplishing that which I desire.
1. See my sons graduate from college.
3. Publish at least one book a year.
4. Take a cruise
5. Visit Oxford
6. Go to Ireland again
7. Make love on a beach
8. Successfully change a tire
9. Take a vacation to Hedonism
10. Dance naked in the rain
11. Kiss the face of my grandchildren
12. Spend one whole week naked and doing nothing but eating, sleeping and making love.
So, what’s on your Bucket List?
Oh, and did I mention that today, June 8, would have been my great-aunt’s birthday. Her name was Rose and she put both my brother and me through college. She would have been 110 today.