Friday, January 7, 2022

cowboy ropes and bondage ropes: happy new year 🐎


Thinking about buying some bondage rope? If you are, you won’t be alone this weekend.

First time thinking about buying rope? Again, you won’t be alone this weekend.

Headed to the hardware store because you want that rope - in - a - hurry?

Sounds good. But you may want to think about what’s going to work best for you ahead of time. You know, to avoid that awkward moment when the helpful salesperson asks you what type you want then, in attempt to assist you better, asks you what you want it for. See what I mean?

There are three things to consider: hit here, the rest is in the January newsletter.

Sunday, January 2, 2022

Workshop Questions - for the author and reader

Questions for the author, answer prior to workshop

Answer these questions in general:

  • How do you make yourself want to write?
  • How do you create authentic characters instead of generic ones?
  • How do you keep readers reading? 
Answer these specifically in regard to the workshop manuscript: 
  • What are you looking for feedback/help on?
  • What story/message/etc are you trying to tell?
  • What are you hoping the reader gets from your piece?
  • Who do you think your audience would be?

Questions for the reader, discuss during workshop

Overall story experience:

  • How does the title contribute to the story experience?
  • Does the movement of the story feel organic?
  • How does the transformation depict the 5 story elements?
  • Is the story being told or revealed?
  • How does the setting contribute to the overall experience?


  • What do the characters in this story want?
  • Does the story have life such as a transformation in the life of the character?
  • What makes the characters relatable? If not relatable, how does that impact the story?
  • Was there anything that seemed out of place/character?
  • What does the character learn/change? If not, why not?


  • Where does the story tension come from?
  • Is story pacing intention? Effective?
  • Consider the end. What about it satisfying? Is anything missing?
  • Why does the story matter?

Friday, December 17, 2021

sassy in Santa hats and Christmas martinis 🎄

 Christmas Martini

Make a pitcher for the whole crowd!


1 cup vodka

1 cup 100% cranberry juice

½ cup Cointreau

½ cup fresh lemon juice

5 tablespoons simple syrup


Poor the ingredients into a pitcher.

Add 3 handfuls of ice and stir until cold.

Pour into glasses and serve.


Fresh cranberries and a rosemary sprig.

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

before and after, 2021 fall hair color

summer color was brown tones with blonde highlights

color is on...just waiting

fall color, brown tones with copper highlights

Friday, November 5, 2021

steaming up the past, girls with turkeys, and bourbon punch for a group 🍁 November newsletter


Hit here for the November newsletter

excerpt from the book of the month: The Fox 

He had been sawing logs for the fire in the afternoon and his entire body had been, at one point, covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. What remained now was the scent of his exertion and the lingering effects of the satisfaction that comes across a man when he has done a hard job well.

Darkness came very early. It was still a cold, raw mist. It was getting almost too dark to see. A pile of short sawed logs lay beside the trestle. March came to carry them indoors, or into the shed, as he was busy sawing the last log. He was working in his shirt-sleeves, and did not notice her approach; she came unwillingly, as if shy. When she bent down he saw the firmness of her muscles and the easy way her strong arms moved the logs. She was a fine prey, indeed and they both knew it. He saw her stooping to the bright-ended logs, and he stopped sawing, letting his probing gaze rake across her. A fire like lightning flew down his legs in the nerves and he was more aware of March than he ever had been. Everything about her called to him, her scent, her body, her essence. It was not enough to be near her. He needed to possess her. Indeed, master her.

"March?" he said in his quiet, young voice.

She looked up from the logs she was piling.

"Yes!" she said.

He looked down on her in the dusk. He could see her not too distinctly and he struggled to see what he could of her. If only she would stop shrinking away from him and expose herself to him as she ought to.

"I wanted to ask you something," he said, feeling that lightning fire burn in his limbs.

"Did you? What was it?" she said. Already the fright was in her voice. But she was too much mistress of herself. And it was that control, he realised, that he most wanted to take from her. She would weaken and give herself to him. He would see to it. As he felt that was what he wanted, he knew she must want it too.

"Why"—his voice seemed to draw out soft and subtle, it penetrated her nerves—"why, what do you think it is?"

She stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and stood looking at him transfixed, without answering. Again he burned with a sudden power.

"Well," he said, and his voice was so soft it seemed rather like a subtle touch, like the merest touch of a cat’s paw, a feeling rather than a sound. "Well—I wanted to ask you to marry me."

March felt rather than heard him. She felt him everywhere—on her face, across her breasts, deep inside her, filling her and taking her soul. She was trying in vain to turn aside her face. A great relaxation seemed to have come over her as she had known this moment was coming and finally it had arrived. She stood silent, her head slightly on one side. He seemed to be bending towards her, invisibly smiling as he came for her. It seemed to her fine sparks came out of him, ready to jump across to her and burn through her skin.

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