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Now, if you saw that, would you still want to date me?

Man, that's a sleazy business to be sure. And the way the template is worded, it could conceivably cover every business, LJ included, where people present themselves and make themselves available to others.

[Writing] Stories posted, stories written

Aimee: A Visit to Pyu-Rika: The City has been posted to alt.sex.stories.moderated and to my website. Enjoy! This isn't the, ahem, climax: that's in two weeks. And it's hot.

I also made significant and happy headway into Connected Responsibilities, which was nice. I kinda went to my happy place; I wasn't happy with big multi-group confrontations, which was what the first and second drafts were like, so I short-circuited the whole set-up and restarted the story about ten minutes before the love scene; the characters talk about the big confrontation from their two-person point of view, which makes it much more intimate. Since the story is about them, getting the other characters out of the way made a lot of difference. I threw away the first two drafts (about 3,000 words altogether) but the third draft is already 1,900 words and is, um, cooking! I will have to rewrite it a bit to get the passion and reluctance just right, but at least it's a draft with which I'm happy.

Cabin Fever!

Last year I had very few opportunities to do anything majorly physical. I went biking with the kids a few times-- I'll be so glad when they learn to ride their own and I can stop hauling them around on the trail-a-bikes-- and hiking twice, once with the kids, and once with a beautiful woman.

Already, I'm looking out the window and I'm ready to get physical again. I keep flashing on wanting to go hiking, maybe even do an overnight. I've got a small two-person tent, and while my sleeping bag isn't the lightest I've packed it before and I could pack it again.

I just have this... jonesing... to get out into the wild, to eat nuts and fire-cooked hot dogs and morning scrambled eggs packed in a little yellow safety box, to drink water from a filter that you hope catches all the nasties, and hanging out with someone-- just one other someone, from a very short list. Maybe four or five people on it now, but by the Aten it's time to get the heck out of the house.