To think on - well, me anyway.

The future is unwritten.

There is still too much for me to do and see in this life for me to accept my past as my future.

*grin*

Home, Safe, Feeling better

Just a quick note to let y'all know I got home Tuesday night from the hospital, and am recovering nicely. :) No regrets. No second thoughts.

My new tagline: "If you can't treat me like the princess I am, please feel free to fuck off at any time."

What is means: My self-confidence grows by the day, as it has since the middle of summer. Regardless of how I like to be treated in the bedroom *grin*, outside of that and in my life as a whole - you'd better be prepared to treat me right~

*grins*

(No, it's not the drugs I swear!) *laugh*

Where I've been, Where I'll be

Quiet, I know. Been busy here, getting ready for my surgery.

Gastric Band (second article, NOT the top one!

This is something I've wanted to have done for a long time. Because of Tri-Care (Navy Insurance) I am able to have it done.

My surgery is tomorrow, and I should be home Tuesday night at the latest. I'm not nervous or scared, more excited that finally having this done removes my last excuse for moving my life forward. For that, I'm happy.

So I'll see y'all soon :)

Writing, different veins

Well, I'm still writing, although not as much erotica as I'd like. I hate to say I had a 2 week party with it and it's all gone - cause I know that's not true. It'll be back. I just have to be patient.

I am however, still writing.

I started a short story to explain why my EQ Charecter, Sola, who is an evil dark elf cleric - married a goody-2-shoes high elf paladin in game. I meant it to be maybe 1 or 2 pages.

It's now over 90 pages and still going. While I realize if I ever want to do anything with it, I'll have to go back and remove all references to Everquest and change all the names, right now, I'm still enjoying writing it.

“Do not push me, Amytal. You will not like the result.”

“I’m not pushing, Princess. Well, okay, maybe I am a little. But why put off the inevitable?” He had tried twice on the long walk from the castle to the church to take her arm, and both times, she rebuked him.

“Because unlike the first part of this ordeal, I can take my own time with this part.”

“Your father is ready for his healers now.”

“My father will have to wait until I am ready to bear them!” she shouted, once again pulling away from him. “I have been through one tribulation today and I will not be pushed into another!”

Amytal, angered by her reticence, grabbed her arm again, and held it tightly this time, his fingers digging into her skin. “Listen to me, Princess, and listen well. This…depression of yours will not go on for long. I for one will guarantee that, for if you push –me-, I will see to it that the choice is no longer yours!”