Skip to main content

short, sexy, and sweet

I'm sorry.

I can't blog right now.

I just spent my entire lunch hour writing!

Are you proud? Are you?

You'd better be.

I'm writing a scene in which David (Laurel's second love interest) comes to visit her for the first time since she went away to college.

He wants to getitonspice.

She's trying to get ready for her sorority induction ceremony.

Now the author needs a cold shower before she heads back to the bank.
Labels:

Comments

Travener said…
I'm bursting with pride.
March 10, 2010 at 1:37 PM
carissajade said…
I'm so proud of you! You goooo girl.
March 10, 2010 at 1:52 PM
The mad woman behind the blog said…
Maybe I need to take up writing. I could use some hot and steamy...

You go girl! Can't wait to read the finished work!
March 10, 2010 at 1:57 PM
Anonymous said…
::thunderous applause::
March 10, 2010 at 2:02 PM
Tina Lynn said…
I need a cold shower, too, but it has everything to do with Sam Worthington and nothing to do with anything I wrote. *throws confetti* Yay! #amberiswriting
March 10, 2010 at 2:19 PM
Melissa Hurst said…
Now don't you feel good:) Go Amber!!!
March 10, 2010 at 4:39 PM
sarahjayne smythe said…
LMAO! Now that's the way to spend a lunch hour. :)
March 10, 2010 at 5:19 PM
* said…
I'm new to your blog and intrigued at your novel writing.

Bravo to you on writing what sounds like a hot hot scene!
March 10, 2010 at 5:27 PM
Leigh Hutchens Burch said…
Thanks for the throwing of confetti, and the picking up of your chins from your floors... yes: I wrote today! I feel proud of myself.

For the record, I was writing in David's POV, and was turned on bc his mind was in the gutter.

I think my muse is horny!

I know, I know. TMI. Save it for Thursday.
March 10, 2010 at 6:15 PM
Unknown said…
Excellent job!!!! Better than me! I've been stuck today... good for you though!
March 10, 2010 at 9:17 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

fetal friday?

I know that I left everyone hanging yesterday. You know, when I went to pee on that stick. (That was mean of me. Not the peeing, but the leaving hanging.) Well, I think the big reveal is best expressed in letter form. Deep breath. Here goes. dear unborn baby daughter son or daughter, I take it back. I take back everything I said about not wanting kids. I was just scaredspice, and the slightest bit selfish, and maybe I had a giant fear of commitment. But, three positive test results in the last eighteen hours seem to say that you actually are in there, getting all comfy. I guess you'll probably be here in mid-December. I never thought about having a Christmas baby. (You've really put a wrench in my whole taking-maternity-leave-during-the-NCAA-tournament plan, but that's okay. At least it's basketball season. Don't tell Daddy yet, but you are going to cheer for the Indiana Hoosiers.) Speaking of Daddy, I take back all the mean things I've ever sa...
38 comments
Read more

Brett and Alice's Writing Style is the Real Crime Here

Here is a nearly sentence-by-sentence reconstruction of Brett and Alice's most recent episode of their podcast "The Prosecutors" - titled Adnan Syed is Guilty. I will not be utilizing the strikethrough in every sentence but will do so when I am compelled and will try to bold sections I've added. I've highlighted some of my favorite and most poignant edits.  I've tired and failed to stay away from a bit of snark. This endeavor was exhausting.  My work will illustrate how Brett Talley and Alice LaCour use narrative spin to bring you their version of events that they want to, for whatever reason, call "facts." I start just before the 4 minute mark.  Transcript So,, Adnan Syed and Hae Min Lee dated for quite some time  when they were in high school, starting around March 1998. They’d stay together for the next 9 months or so, though they broke up twice during that period.   They were on-again off-again until around Halloween and broke up for good before...
Read more

My "Fucher"

Over a year ago, my mom and dad decided to clean clutter out of their own house and, in an attempt to streamline, they went ahead and gave me boxes of things they had saved from my childhood -- if I'm honest, things I didn't really expect I see until they died or something gruesomespice like that. Whatever, it's fine. I'm not complaining about it, even though it isn't like I really have the room in my house for boxes of cards I was given when I was five, or worksheets and stories I wrote in the second grade. I hadn't even really dug into those boxes until last night. I found one little "story" I wrote (and we'll use the word story lightly here) called MY FUCHER. (It took me a minute to realize I'd meant MY FUTURE.) Hilar. My Fucher I want to mary a boy who will stay home all day and clean the house. I would not stay home. I would work as a singer or hope to. I want to have a babey girl. I would name her Lynn or Trecey or Nciol. I woul...
13 comments
Read more