The Truth about SEX, FU*KING, and why I have never and will NEVER make love.
As with any writer who wants to portray real life, I came to a point where writing a sex scene was absolutely necessary. For many years, I’d tried to bypass it, sidestep it, dance around it, and ultimately, pretend it didn’t exist. Let me tell you—this is
It Gets Better..starting now!!!
Bear with my ramblings, but I thought I’d spill a little of what’s on my mind. Real quick–let’s play Where’s Evan? (You know, like “Where’s Waldo?”) Can you spot me in the picture on the bottom? No? Not yet? Well, I’m hiding in the back on the right, next to
B24 Teaser: A Little Romance
Chapter Thirteen Philip sat alone in his kitchen reviewing numbers, while his younger sister Alena flipped through music channels in the living room. Five thousands channels. No wonder she couldn’t settle on one. Five thousand thoughts in his head. No wonder he couldn’t sift through numbers. He pushed his
So….tell me what you want, what you really, really want
Ok, so I have a confession to make and I think it fits somewhere in between being a habitual pot smoker and a lover of all things Sweet Valley High. The truth is I L-O-V-E…here it comes…THE SPICE GIRLS. I mean, love them in a can’t-decide-if-I-need-rehab-or-an-exorcist kind of way. Actually,
“Your guitar…ooh, it sounds so sweet and clear…” Yep, that’s right–I easily fall in love with a great guitarist. Here are the top seven that I would totally marry (if they weren’t already married, deceased, or otherwise unavailable.) 7. John Mayer “The Intellectual”–he’s so000 aware and soooo good. Sometimes, that’s