Confessions of a Romance Writer 3

CONFESSIONS OF A ROMANCE WRITER 3




It appears I have gotten myself into a pickle. I have accepted a date! And now, I would like to go hide in the closet. What was I thinking? It was a lot better when I yearned for one, but now that I have one, well I’m scared to death! Although I really don’t see much of anything coming out of this besides a free meal. I spoke to him on the phone, he seemed like a nice person. But I probably won’t fit in well with his lifestyle. If I haven’t mentioned this before, I’m a witch. Yes, you read right, a witch. Some people call us Wiccan but I don’t exactly fit into that niche. About two years ago, I came out of the, shall we say, “Broom Closet.” I no longer hide what I am, and I tend to sway toward a more gothic style. Got the picture. Well try painting that over the phone, gently, and then there are the tattoos!



When he called me the first thing I did was declare my lifestyle. Better to get it out in the open, that way if they want to run away screaming they have a good five minuets to figure out how to get out of the conversation. But this juicy tidbit of information didn’t phase him. Well, score one for me! I think. Now all I have to do is make it through one meal. Oh Goddess, help me! After all how scary can one date be? After all something’s got to give. Every morning I watch this little terrier come trotting up to our patio doors. He’s here for my little Boston Terrier, Khet-Khet (it means dog in middle Egyptian). Even the dog gets more action than I do! But I ’m going to be brave, I’m going get all dressed up in black (he, he) and go out to dinner. And if the man survives more than one hour with me there’s hope for me yet!



I uploaded my picture on the dating website this week. I got twenty five hits in one day and one man emailed me four times!!! That’s encouraging. Except they all lived in other states and they were all ten years older than me. That’s discouraging. But I am convinced Mr. Right is out there just waiting to sweep me off my feet and carry me away. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Oh to be twenty again! That’s not gonna happen! So I guess I am resigned to accept myself at my present age, 100. At least that’s how I feel every time I look at that picture! Maybe that’s why I keep getting older men, maybe they just don’t have their glasses on.



So, here I go. A nice long bubble bath and then to find just the right thing to wear. Something low cut long and mysterious. Yes that’s it, low, long, and sexy. I think I might have a handle on this dating thing. A nice meal and small talk. I’m beginning to look forward to this! Maybe I should read the paper, this way I have something to talk about. Dark, mysterious, and smart, I am confident, and ready to take on the world! Oh Shit! The doorbell!

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CONFESSIONS OF A ROMANCE WRITER

CONFESSIONS OF A ROMANCE WRITER




It’s Friday! It’s Friday! All week long we looked forward to today. It’s ladies night, free admission, free, beer, the best we could hope for especially since we’re all broke. After all, we might get LUCKY! After all the dating scene has been quite dry for all of us, except Jessie. But even Jessie has resorted to skimming Face Book for some hot prospects. The other day she found Adonis in South Dakota. I had my head in the computer when I received a friend suggestion. I clicked on the message there before my eyes was a beautiful man. Jessie had sent me the suggestion. I im’ed her “Who is he, he is beautiful?” She typed back “I don’t know but I have first dibbs!” I replied, “Too late we’ve already eloped!” “Nooooo!” Desperate women do desperate things, we both sent a friends requests. Wishful thinking!



I find myself looking more carefully at the profiles forwarded by the dating service I belong to these days. I get a kick out of the names these men choose for themselves. How many women are really going to jump at the prospect of meeting HTSTD50. It’s a contradiction of terms. But honestly, the dating scene is so different these days. I saw an advertisement for a dating service for adults 45 an up. The byline was Senior Singles. Since when are you a Senior at 45? When I think of a Senior, I think of my 84 yr old mother. Anyone who can put a good shitter on the night before, and wake up with the hangover from hell is NOT a Senior! So what it lasts until late in the afternoon, and sometimes the next day! We just drink more mature drinks these days!



It is an absolute killer going out with my girls. Besides the fact that they are both drop dead gorgeous, they moan and groan like old ladies. At least I keep my aches and pains to myself! They ask me where I was ten years ago when they were clubbing three and four times a week? I was married, they were there, don’t they remember? I thought I saw them pass me in the hall, on occasion. So now their mother’s new single status has them perplexed. They question where there this new found energy I have acquired has come from. Desperate women will resort to desperate measures!



But honestly, how much of a chance do I have when every man that comes over to the table thinks they have a chance at a night of hot romance with one of them? I prefer to sit alone. Every so often, they drag me out to the dance floor, I just don’t go that low anymore! But I still can hold my drinks better than them. At least I don’t walk into pillars, or land on my ass on the dance floor, I have too much dignity. I wait until I get out in the parking lot, then I land on my ass.



At least I get a lot of material for my writing. There must be thousands of pick up lines created by some lost soul sitting in his living room feverishly typing out the list and posting them on the net. Some of them are quite creative. I have heard them all. Not directed at me mind you, toward my daughters. I prefer to sit alone. I just can’t compete with them. Just when I think I’ve got a shot, and a good looking man sits down to talk with me my hopes come crashing down, he’s gay! We end up comparing notes, how depressing! At least, I’ve got a better rack than him!



But it’s Friday morning, all week I’ve been thinking about getting out of this house. Chances are I’ll go home alone as always, but we are such social animals and social interaction is good for the soul. Prospects look good right now, so everything is a go! Later on I’ll take a nice long bubble bath and find something low cut to show off my attributes. We’ll all pile into the car and head off for a night of free beer and Karaoke. And if you happen to be a really good looking man and you join me at my table and your gay, keep it to yourself, a girl can only hope!

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Rune for the Day

Rune for the Day.

Uruz : aurochs

Divinatory Meanings:

Energy, passion, vitality, instinct, wildness, sexuality, fertility, the unconscious, primitive mind,

irrationality, shamanic experience, rite of passage

Magickal Uses:

to strengthen the will, increase sexual potency and energy; for hunting

Rune for the day

Rune for the Day.

Isa : ice

Divinatory Meanings:

Inactivity, blockage, stagnation, potential, patience, reflection, withdrawal, rest

Magickal Uses:

To stop a process; to represent primal form

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Stolen Wine


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Sehkmet was running for her life. The sand was fl ying out, from the bottom

of her sandals. There was a huge Libyan, on her heels, shooting arrows, from his

horse, as he chased her. After leaving the oasis, she ran through the wall, down the

narrow streets, past the mud brick houses. She could hear the horse, right behind

her. His head was shaved on one side, and there was a long, ponytail hanging down

on the other side. His vest had only one sleeve, and he was wearing leather pants. The

high-pitched whistle of the speeding arrows was getting closer. Skillfully, she dodged

the arrows, and cut sharply around corners. She was headed for the Temple. In the

distance, she could see the Temple wall.

“Isis, help me.” She cried aloud.

She had a sudden burst of energy, and she picked up speed. Two women

carrying papyruses had just opened the Temple gates, they stepped out of the

way, and Sehkmet sped right past them.

“Lock the gate!” She screamed.

The two women swung the huge wooden doors closed, and slipped the bolt.

Sehkmet stopped against one of the buildings, leaned on the wall, and slid down

to the ground. She was panting. One of the women ran to get the High Priest.

Vincent ran out from the Temple, and over to Sehkmet.

“What happen?” He asked her with panic in his voice. She still hadn’t caught

her breath. A woman brought her over a cup of water. She drank it down quickly

and handed the cup back.

“Thank you,” she said breathlessly. Her chest rose up and down, as she tried

to take deep breaths, the hot, dry air hurt her lungs. The air is better closer to the

river, she thought to herself. Vincent knelt down on the sand and grabbed her

shoulders. Her white linen dress was saturated in sweat and her skin was clammy.

Her head burned under her wig and her lips were dry.

“Elizabeth, what happened?” He spoke through his teeth.

She licked her lips. “I was on my way to the other side of the Fayum, to get

some more Temple wine. There was a band of Libyans raiding the winery. I didn’t

see them, until I got to the winery wall. By then, it was too late. Their leader

took a liking to me, and sent one of his men, to get me. I ran all the way back

here.” A low growl escaped from Vincent’s chest. He gathered her up into his

arms, and lifted her.

“Let’s get you home.” He placed his arm around her, and helped her walk.

Their mud brick house was on the other side, of the courtyard, behind the house

of a million years.

He brought her back to their home it was a simple mud brick building. There

were two major rooms and a third on the roof. Inside the house, there was a large

common room with a pit in the center and a hole in the roof above it. The back

room was designated for sleep but on hot summer nights, sleeping on the roof was

more comfortable. Along the southern wall there was a pit dug into the ground that

held grain, wine and water. The cool earth acted as a natural refrigerator. Some

cooking was done inside the house but the majority of the meal preparation was

done in the front of the house. There was a small alter in the house to honor the

Goddess. Every day Sehkmet replaced the bread and beer offering for the Goddess.

Once the Goddess received her share, Elizabeth and Vincent had an abundance

of everything they needed. Sehkmet and Vincent’s day started early. They would

rise early and tend to Horus. In the sun, they would place their offerings and tend

to the Gods Temple. There were the daybooks to record the Gods wealth. The

Gods fi elds had to be managed. The Temple slaves had to be instructed and the

Temple had to be cleaned from top to bottom. The supplicants had to be tended

to and dreams interpreted. Vincent and Sehkmet had a very busy day. The nights

were theirs. Their union was blessed by the Goddess.

Vincent brought Sehkmet into the bedroom and she lay down. He lay down

next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

“You look so pale,” he said concerned.

“I just feel a little tiered. I just need to rest.”

“Then why don’t you rest, then I’ll fi nish up at the Temple, and then come

straight back.”

“You are so good to me.”

Vincent returned when the sun went down, he found Sehkmet fast asleep.

He prepared some cakes and beer he also brought some meat from today’s

sacrifi ce. When Sehkmet woke up, he had food prepared for her. The meal

smelled delicious. Sehkmet took one bite put her hand over her mouth and

ran outside. She returned looking green. She walked past the food holding her

stomach.

“Sehkmet what’s wrong? You’ve never been sick before.”

“I think the heat got to me,” she said lying back down. “I’ll be better

tomorrow.”

Morning came fast; Sehkmet rose, and got ready for the days work at the

Temple. Sehkmet made her way down to the town to the open market. The

traders from the western wadi caravan were due in with goods from the south.

A Nubian woman was at the market, stopped her, and offered her idol. It was a

statue of Taweret, the hippo goddess, patron of pregnant women. “Oh Goddess,

have you blessed us?”



“The Goddess wanted you to know that she is pleased with your devotion to

her. Go tell Vincent he will have a Crown Prince.” Archie was gone in a fl ash.

Sehkmet looked at the statue. Sehkmet left and went straight to the Temple.

She found Vincent registering the day’s offerings. She stood in the doorway and

smiled at him. He smiled back. She didn’t leave. He put down the quill, and

reached out his arms to her. She crossed over and sat on his lap. She placed the

statue in his hand and smiled.

His eyes grew wide, he placed his hand on her stomach, and she smiled.

“Archie paid me a visit.” She said with her eyes down. She lifted her eyes to

his.

“We have been blessed with a Crown Prince.”

Vincent’s face was covered with a glorious smile. He kissed Sehkmet long

and passionately.

Rune for the day

Rune for the Day.

Mannaz : man, humankind

Divinatory Meanings:

Significator, self, family, community, relationships, social concerns

Magickal Uses:

To represent a specific person or group of people; to establish social relationships

Rune for the day

Rune for the Day.

Ehwaz : horse

Divinatory Meanings:

Transportation, motion, assistance, energy, power, communication, will, recklessness

Magickal Uses:

Power, aiding in communication, transportation; to 'send' a spell

CONFESSIONS OF A ROMANCE WRITER

It’s snowing again!!!! Once again I sit at my keyboard ready to fill the world with romantic illusions, I could use a good illusion myself. Where do the romance writers go to get a good fix? Recently I have been thrust back out into the dating world, what a tragedy. Every writer goes through a dry spell, mine usually last a few days. Most writers are influenced by the circumstances that surround them. So here I sit, surrounded by five screaming boys, who are home, once again, because it’s snowing out. The living room is a battleground, full of toys and wet clothes. The refrigerator will be empty by noon, and at least three major fights will incur over the Wii.


On a whim, I joined a dating service. Oh, the perils of opening yourself up to desperate men! The catch phrase for the year must be soulmate. In the past few days, I have gotten hundreds of hits by men all looking for their soulmate! Seems there’s a lot of soul searching out there. I am convinced the majority of hits must be computer generated. I find that doing mindless activities clears my mind and frees me from writers block. What better place to get some inspiration than from several dozen flirts posted in your inbox? I guess that would work, if I wasn’t being hit in the head with a dirty sock or subjected to yet another fart contest by the ten year olds, and I have several ten year old grandsons. Romance was good that year, a least for my children. But alas, it’s snowing again and school’s out again.

When I was growing up, the only thing that would have closed school, would have been an atomic blast. How I long for the good old days! Subjecting adults to summer vacation is quite enough quality time with the little hellions! I get some of my greatest inspiration of sheer evil by watching the boys share or shall I say not share. But still, there are some tender moments I have locked away in my heart for future reference.

But back to the quire of the day. Where does a romance writer go to get some inspiration? I guess I could read a fellow author’s work, but that might border on plagiarism. I could watch a real syrupy comedy romance or even hang out at the card section of Walmart and read some sweetheart greeting cards (that really doesn’t work). I am always open to suggestions. What I think I need is a real good love affair. But I have a bad reputation. Most men when they find out I write romance novels wiggle their eyebrows and smile sultry at me and say, “So, would you like some new material for your book?” Everybody’s a Don Juan! I’ve tried to look at my predicament from a subjective point of view. After all, I do write some pretty steamy material and most men, at one time or another, think with what’s in their pants. Yesterday, I was convinced I would just write off men all together, maybe I would have more luck with a monkey (my girlfriend told me if I find a good one to see if he’s got a brother). Who’s the desperate one now? So here I am, a romance writer looking for romance, go figure! Fortunately, all dry spells come to an end.

Rune for the Day.



d

ðagaz : day

Divinatory Meanings:

happiness, success, activity, a fulfilling lifestyle, satisfaction

Magickal Uses:

to bring a positive outcome