Things seemed to be changing lately for me and I wasn't quite sure where everything that I had been doing was headed. For the last year or so, I have been trying, and maybe not as hard as I could, to write better and better. I've gotten poor to fair reviews with my writing, so I attempted to enlist an editor to assist me with all of that.
I'm an amateur writer and I write erotica. Many people like it, but mostly I believe with the exception of the ideas, I could do much better. Maybe it's that 'student' in me. I've always had a knack to shy away from studying the academic side of grammar.
Hence, my stories run on an on and there is overkill on too much description. I noticed this several days ago on a story, which I had wrote and re-wrote a few times over.
I stopped and gave up on it. One thing I saw, and it was pointed out to me a couple of times was that I would change from present tense to past tense frequently.
Another error I made was I'd go from first person to third person often or visa versa. Inconsistency all the time and it was getting uglier, and all I cared about was writing, regardless of grammatical errors!
Saturday morning had come along and unlike all my friends who go out for their weekend morning round of golf, I sat at my computer, creating ideas out of thin air and started typing away.
I thought to myself all the time: "Bravo, I am a genius!" Now, in reality am I? No, maybe in concepts alone, but not when it comes to writing grammatically, I failed big time.
I live in this subdivision which is all smaller homes and Renee and her husband live behind me as well as Katrina several houses away. There are a couple of other ladies close in age to me, but nothing has ever happened between any of us, although we do jokingly flirt with one another.
Some of it is intentional, some of it is only us goofing off. I'm sure Katrina does it, just for the 'fuck factor'; she's just a promiscuous woman. She's got 4 kids, with 3 of them from a previous marriage. I'm not interested in her at all; besides I would be crucified for even opening that door to her kingdom.
Renee on the other hand, her husband is so clueless, he thinks I'm married and I have kids. Truth is, I was married but I have no children. Adding to that, I have a huge swing in my back yard and even a trampoline. Kids come over all the time and play on that, when I'm around.
The reason Renee's hubby thinks I'm married is because my nieces and my one nephew come over like every other evening to say hi and keep me company; they also get to play on my trampoline.
My sister (in law), she is nice, but there isn't any attraction for her. Sue is only Sue and we are only buddies. We've just talked and she unloads about my brother and the continuous crap he pulls. I've tried to talk to him, but he's refused to listen, all the times I've sat down. She keeps coming over, bitching about him and I've just listened.
Last weekend, I was sitting here at 7:45am, it was raining so I couldn't do yard work. It was raining 'cats and dogs'. Good ole Renee slips over and walked in like she always does and calls out my name in her sweet light hearted tone of voice.
Her voice always pumps me up. Although Renee's married, I always compliment her on how attractive I find her. She thinks she's not because she carries so much weight up top. The lower half of her body is odd because she has a small butt and slender thighs.
But she criticizes herself for her big boobs and her stomach which is flabby. Renee also has this short silky head of hair that is very becoming. She's been told that too. "I'd really love to run my hands through your hair Renee, it's so beautiful and sexy", I've told her.
She loved and appreciated that compliment. Renee and I have a little 'love connection' going on, I think. Like I said, nothings ever happened.
Like last week, I was typing in my 'Journal' and was starting to write a story, which I couldn't get out the right words. So I it a few times. Finally I just started writing and would edit it all later on.
In walked Renee into my kitchen and naturally filled up her mug with another cup of coffee. Since she couldn't locate my French Vanilla creamer, I got up after putting on my screen saver and helped her find it.
Renee was in typical form; she was smiling and talking away about her issues with her husband. As always, I listened and couldn't even get a word in, edgewise.
That didn't matter since all I did was think about how pretty she looked as opposed to myself. I hadn't shaved, my hair looked like a tornado hit it and I had to smell of last nights club, since I was cleaned up.
"Wow, it sure smells different in here" she said. Maybe you should open your windows and turn on that attic fan of yours."
I installed a master house control and this allowed me to operate everything in the house, practically, from the kitchen wall by the telephone.
That done, she and I cracked opened a couple of windows, airing out my home. "Ahhh, that will make everything a lot better in here. You don't want your house to begin smelling stinky do you" she said with that twinkle of a smile. I got an itty bitty little rush from her when she said it that way.
"What's going on with you today Renee? Where's your husband? What's going on with you guys?"
"Oh I think he went over to the YMCA and the kids were playing in there final soccer game. They've lost everyone and they've gotten killed in almost everyone too. So he's going to take everyone to a treat afterward. They won't be home for a long while."
She then asked me what I was doing that morning. She asked, "Are you still looking for that new job or what? I looked at her, but she continued with, Is that your den in there, I assume? Can I see it?"
So we went in where I was typing my next story; we just ended up sitting down. For whatever reason, I didn't put my screen-saver on password protect.
She was looking at few pictures mounted just above my computer desk and the screen-saver came off and my story sat right there on the monitor. She looked and began reading it.
From some conversations I've had with Renee, she said she gets grossed out by porn or the idea of it. I had gone to get a large cup of coffee. I figured I would be chatting with her for an hour or so. That's Renee, she's a talker.
When I came back, initially I was extremely embarrassed! I saw that she was reading my story. I knew what she had told me a couple of times and I would never want to give her that impression that; but this is a part of who I am.
