Message in a Bottle

Hello. My email is behaving badly. It' won't let me email out. But I can post.

There is alittle unintended story arch thanks to a friend.

This is always good news and a pleasant diversion from the main path of 12 dogs.

So what we got?

Well kiddies we've got:

Storytime...For the kid in us all.

The beginning of a story inspired by the story of another author whose work I like very much. It's not finished. I'll write alittle at a time each night for my friend and then when I am finished you can enjoy the whole story. I like these characters. As I learned from a very good writer they will face adventures and perils ...

Oh my better living through poetry.

A racy story which my friend is NOT to read unless it is to their significant other. I wrote it as a kind of wishful thinking fantasy for the SEX interactive story but well it ended up here. You know some day I'm going to have someone to write this to. Someone to "work off my excess energy" with. Till then? I post here at 12 dogs.

Something to talk about.

In my fantasy life this is what happens. It's political. It's Auntie Slacker at her best. It's got my perfect traveling companion. It's got Jimmy Buffet for Parrot Heads everywhere. And it's got the beach which is the best place for a water baby to be.

No matter where I go or what I do...

there's no place like home.

That's what I'm hoping to find.

Only for me home isn't so much a place as it is a person.

Like a "northern star". I've actually seen my perfect traveling companion. Fate seems to think different. I'd like to tell Fate to Fcuk Off but as that might piss Fate off and cause incredible bad Karma?

Thought I might take a pass on it.

I'm pretty miserable about this soul mate thing.

Luckily I have friends.

But as much as that is a good thing, you don't have sex with your friends and at least not these friends as their significant others might object or they are the wrong gender for me. Or they're the right gender but the wrong sexual orientation.

Good night Blogland.

This is the doorway to Blogland. The original topic was sex. I was listening to this guy on Tyra? He was asked, "What do you do if someone shows up in the same dress you're wearing?" I got to thinking, "What do you do if your perfect traveling companion is all about someone else? What if you haven't had sex in years?  I thought that the advice this guy gave about the dress would be good for anyone lacking of love life too.

The advice?

Embrace it.

So I started writing about sex. Because I didn't. I want to. But it looks hopeless. So I can at least talk about it.

Then an old friend happened up. A happily involved with someone friend. A writer. Who inspired me to write the story above so there. But I will still be talking sex. Soon just will finish up the story first.

Sigh.

That's about it.

Going to watch the presidential debate.

Hopefully one of these folks will explain why we are now spending more money on top of the 800 billion dollars for the bail out.

I live in hope.

Author Ann