Trying something new

Okay, so i tried NANOW or whatever in heck the accronym is...and while I did manage to write more then I ever have in my life (GO ME!) I also managed to dump about half of what I wrote (not litterally dump, its just secreted away in a different file) and let me tell you this: I NEED help and am not to proud to admit it!!

So I have done what any responsible liberal arts major would do, I went out an bought a book on the assumption that if I am not an epert then someone else must be (who says college isn't an excersice in brain washing??) On that endevor I hope to be able to find more time to do excersices that I am going to focus and tailor to ONE idea (hear that brain ONE idea, not five or more) specifically that of my WIP, which at this point my exist only on the web :D

but who needs to be published when what I really want is to get these damn people free of my subconsious!! (J/K publishing gods J/K) soo let's see how it goes shall we?

Amazon Rank

Okay, my level of anger doesn't usually reach this high before 9AM, but hey first time for everything right? for the DL check out this link: http://www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com/amazonrank

But basically Amazon decided to implement a new "policy" (which they are now calling a glitch after massive amounts of public outcry) that stripped GLBT authors, as well as several erotica and romance authors of their search rank based on the fact that they were "adult" while simoulaniously leaving things like, sex toys, adult DVDs (yes actual things labeled PORN) and books about how to cure homosexuality alone

I don't know what kind of disconnect went through the minds over at Amazon HQ, but did they not expect huge amounts of public outcry?? Did someone over there go, ya know, censorship works great for Wal-Mart maybe we shoudl give it a try. Only instead of censoring everything we're only going to censor things as we see fit WT fucking H???

needless to say that I buy quite a few products from amazon (even my trusty Doc Johnson before it died becuase it was on sale :D) but the thing I by most is books, lots and lots of books almost exculsivly of the Romance/Erotica or EROM genres, and now I simply won't buy anything, not books, DVDs, CDs, or even a new lil rabbit until Amazon changes this policy and comes out with a formal apology for this incident becuase I DO NOT by the oh, we hope you are stupid enough that we can call it a glitch excuse

there are plenty of other ways for me to get the thins I need, if you want some suggestions check out these other websites I shop, which don't feel the need to censor their products:
http://www.ebay.com/
http://www.deepdiscountdvd.com/
http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/
http://www.fictionwise.com/ both excellent options for e-books
also check out the publishers websites like:
http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/
http://samhainpublishing.com/
http://www.ellorascave.com/
all of which have thier books availble for purchase
http://www.overstock.com/
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
http://www.booksamillion.com/

and countless others!!! tell amazon that really we don't need them and they need to be focused on keeping their customers happy!

New Challenge

Your challenge: Your characters have somehow managed to lock themselves in an attic of a really old home (I mean, cobwebs everywhere, dust an inch thick, creaking floorboards that threaten to give out). I'll leave it you you why they're in this house to begin with. While they are there, they hear scratching in the walls and sounds that cannot be describable. Is it a ghost? An animal that had made its way in the walls, or something else entirely different? What secrets do they uncover while they are there? And do they get out?

You should include a dead cellphone, a skull, a weird vine-like plant, and an old photo album

“Are you ready to leave?” Colin said softly, placing his hand gently on the small of Kat’s back.
“I guess,” she looked around at the dust covering the things her mother’s attic. “I know I should have come before now, or at least send someone in here to clean up. Still, it’s like loosing her again every time I think about this house sitting empty.” She hugged her arms around herself. All around her boxes were splayed open, revealing a lifetime. Grinning skulls peaked out from a nest of orange feather boas, because Halloween had always been mom’s favorite holiday. Old photo albums, stacked neatly on top of each other dominated a corner of the room. Kat felt her hands itch to go through everything, but she wasn’t sure she could handle the tidal wave of pain that threatened.
“These things are my memories, my childhood. Heck, up until a few years ago they were my whole life. I can’t let them go.” She whispered, tears threatening behind her eyes.
“Baby,” Colin turned her to face him, lifting her chin with a finger “you don’t have to do this now, we have time.” He grinned down at her, “Well, we have a little time; you really should let me get a carpenter in here before the dust gets so heavy the floor caves in. This house must be as old as me.” She jabbed him in the ribs.
“This house has history, jerk.” She pouted, “So what if the plumbing is old and the wiring was done by a blind drunk, it has character.” He laughed as he rubbed the spot she has punctured.
“I never said it didn’t have character, just that its character might be that of someone with a broken hip.” Kat scowled, but her eyes began to sparkle with amusement instead of tears.
“I know, what you’re doing.” She accused, “Thank you.” She reached onto her tiptoes to peck him on the cheek.
“Anytime baby, but really let’s get out of here before some rodent starts chopping at our ankles.” He took her hand in his, giving her knuckles a quick kiss as he reached for the attic door.
“For someone who was born in the 40s, you certainly don’t have any appreciation for antiques. Aren’t old men like you supposed to lament that things were better, faster and cheaper in their day.” She loved needling him about his age, but Colin wasn’t taking the bait. “Is everything alright?” She leaned over his shoulder just in time to see the door handle pop out of the door and into his hand.
“Crap.” He said, “Is this part of the house’s character love?” He turned and waved the broken handle in front of her.
“Hush you,” she said, pulling out her cell phone. Batteries were dead. Of course. Why hadn’t she charged it when he reminded her? Oh right. It might have had something to do with the fact that he had been partially undressed at the time.
“Uhh…” She glanced at him with a guilty look on her face.
“Double Crap. Do you know if there is a tool kit in this place?” He crossed the room to begin rummaging through the stacks of boxes.
“AH!” he jumped, falling back onto his hands. “What the hell is that?” He pointed to a vine coming out of the box. Kat walked over to peer inside the box. She started to laugh as she pulled out a shoebox diorama she made in 5th grade. It was full of sparkly blue and purple vines, complete with lizard replicas and a miniature volcano.
“This scared you? The big scary bouncer afraid of a replica vine.” She continued to laugh as Colin grabbed her ankle, dragging her to the floor. He plucked the diorama out of her hand, throwing it against the wall and capturing her wrists at the same time. He rolled until she was trapped under him, her wrists stretched out above her head.
“The big scary bouncer isn’t afraid of you babe. Maybe I should re-assert my manly fortitude.” He dipped his head to her lips and kissed her until her toes curled. She pulled her hands against his hold, trying to free herself.
“Just how are you planning on doing that, Mr. I’m afraid of sparkly vines.” She challenged, her eyes still glittering with amusement. “It looks to me like all you’re doing is getting us both dusty.”
“Well, I was thinking something like this.” He trailed his free hand down the side of her ribs, causing her to arch before he lightly dug the tips into skin.
“Colin!” she screamed, laughing hysterically, “No Tickling!”

time for men

okay, time to practice getting in touch with my inner man *giggle*

Colin stood at the edge of the club's dance floor, surveying the mash of bodies grinding against each other. He might never get used to the movements people called dancing these days. What had been wrong with the jives and swings of his youth? Dances like that had taken talent, something the punks in this club wouldn't know if it bit them in their heavily chained pants.

Colin scowled, Kayleigh had him on high alert tonight but wouldn't give him details. He hated when she pulled the silent routine, but knew badgering her for details was useless. Kayleigh would let him know what was going on when she was good and ready, until then all his super senses were on alert.

After all there were times when being half-animal came in handy. Times when being able to smell intentions and feel movements half a second before they were completed would save you life. Colin subtly lifted his head to sniff the atmosphere of the club and cursed. Then again there were times when it could get you in trouble. He sniffed again, catching the fragrance of intense lust unlike any he had ever smelled before.