This is a rambling, nonsense type of musing post ….

I’ve been a little introspective lately. Winter tends to do that to me, almost like hibernating in a sense, I withdraw from most of the social engagements around me. I work alot, I read, I bake lol, I do lots of things, including writing on here, and various other places. Loads of friends are expecting me to go on a wild rampage when my son goes away with his Dad, but to be honest I just simply cannot be arsed. And I have all these little projects I want to get finished and a couple started lol.  Organising the new computer next week for one. Yay!

I have so much work on that the lack of the distraction of my son will actually be a plus, I am doing web work for about seven clients, some of whom have given more more than one job, one being a huge site coming up. Arrrghhh. Most of my writing I do late at night, usually between midnight and 2am, why lol? Because it’s quiet, and I know I will not be interrupted, and I have attacks of insomnia where I just can’t sleep for whatever reasons.  And my mind is always racing about at that time of the night.

I freewrite alot, I don’t check my posts till after I have posted them or a day later. It freaks me out, the stats are huge, and grown quickly and I kinda wonder why sometimes, I don’t run around trying to link myself, I find that bizarre and annoying. I link to people and sites I like to read, friends blogs, and places like Fetlife. My writing is now proudly displayed on Dragonfly’s Blog and the Love Boudoir site, both containing some scrummy erotica. I love to write, but I write for me, I’m humbled but also a little freaked out lol, when I write erotica I don’t think about the “audience”, when I write I am there, in the moment, toying with ideas, not worrying about what someone will think. Ideas hit randomly, sometimes I write alot, poems, stories, and sometimes I can’t write for days, I express myself with music, images, visualising. It’s a lovely compliment to be told someone salivates at a story I have written, lust stirred, desires aroused, very tantalising.

The effect of my writing and what it does, casually reminds me every now and then by a comment, or a link I find, a spoken word, how many deviant and kinky minded people exist out there, how deliciously they write and how much they inspire me, stir memories and desires, and sometimes will bring a smile or a smirk to my face. And the realities of real life, we have lives outside of these blogs, these places we frequent on the net, some are parents, many work or run businesses.  We are not all gods and goddesses all the time hehe.

I do talk to myself lol, part of being crazy *wink*, and blogging is just another way for me to get out all the jumbled stuff, I write out loud so to speak, it’s written then gone … Memories mingled with fiction, fantasies, fleeting ideas are stored here, sometimes for me to look back and see how far I have come.  Time heals.

What relaxes me the most are my surroundings I can write well in my space,

and two screens so one is always in my view with my favie desktop background because I love my art

and the wolf spirit reminds me to be where I am in mind…

… ain’t they puuuurdy

This wolfie is now done rambling and going bed to read a book where it’s warm and cosy.

I’m going to read “how to be a graphic designer without losing your mind”

…maybe its too late lol.