Exquisite solitude 

When I was younger I longed for solitude. From my rebellious teenage years all the way into my early 40’s. I thought of the wonderful and exquisite time I could spend just doing and living for me.  Now it’s here. And I dread the long hours alone and in silence. I try to will the cats and dog to speak back. They don’t. The work routine brings some movement to my tongue and vocal chords for about 40 hours a week. But that’s a superficial environment. It just enables me to continue the solitude. What an exquisitely defining moment it … Continue reading Exquisite solitude 

Gone is gone

If you’ve gone through it, there is nothing more to say. There’s nothing to glamorize. Sure you can memorialize. But gone is gone. It happens to all of us. First our grandparents or our parents. Then aunts, uncles, cousins, friends (more and more friends as you pass age 50). Then your lover or your spouse. God forbid your child though I’ve seen some go through this kind of “gone”. Those poor souls are never the same. Gone is gone. And there is nothing more to say.   Gone Continue reading Gone is gone

Marketing an e-book

I have a really good publisher that delivered on getting my book BeDtime Stories for the Master on all major reseller websites. They even provided a 90-day guide to promoting my book, free of charge.  I followed all the advice- setting up this blog as well as a content driven social media account @kittyluvscorner on Twitter . Now I’m getting antsy as to what else I could do (aside from buying ad space on the usual sites – fetlife, alt.com) to see some bank! Suggestions?  ***update to original post & note to self: invest more time and money  Continue reading Marketing an e-book

Story # 4 from “BeDtime Stories for the Master”

Buy the other 11 stories of this compact-drama-free-gritty collection  here:  Keep it Exciting The night was surprisingly humidity-free for July and there was even coolness in the air. She lit her first cigarette at 10PM and had a glass of wine. Not even the mosquitoes were out. Despite wanting peace and quiet desperately to ponder all her newly found perversions- the ones HE had put in her head- she became annoyed when her neighbors started talking loudly on their front lawn. The hippy-wanna-be-guitarist from NY was telling another man that before he moved “der” permanently he’d “better take that fuckin … Continue reading Story # 4 from “BeDtime Stories for the Master”