I've been consumed lately. Consumed with publishing my first short story - you did hear about that, right? Consumed with promoting it. Consumed with gaining more readers. Just consumed.
It's tiring, actually. But I'm loving it.
It hasn't left a lot of time for self-reflection. Which means that I've got random stuff just living in my head. It's dangerous in there! So, I guess this is my opportunity to randomly empty my head...that didn't sound right...
I joined a gym. I've worked out for years, but between rowdy little boys and a tight evening schedule to maintain for them, I was barely getting in 30 minutes and it wasn't exactly high impact or heart-pumping. So I joined a gym and I go at lunch. It works well so far.
I hate 3 - I don't hate 3 year olds, but I hate the age. Contrary and disobedient - just to test limits. But we're working through it...there's no other option, is there?
I'm a full little now. I say "Sir" when it's appropriate, but "Daddy" is much more comfortable on my tongue. It got me thinking (shocking, right?). Am I that malleable to the men I come across? I don't think so. Was I always a little and didn't know it? Or is that this man brings out my little where another man may bring out a different side of my submission?
I'm submissive enough to know that with this man, I need to be a little girl. The dynamic works well for us. But I also know that if I was with another, and I wasn't little, I would be ok with that, too. Different people bring out different sides, I guess.
While I'm committed to achieving success as a writer (whatever I deem success to be, I guess), I won't just promote by my book (except for this shameful plug - $0.99 on Amazon, click here: http://amzn.to/13RkeMj ). This blog is still my space to write, to vent, to think, to explore.
I need this space for so many reasons. And I desperately need it to be an accurate reflection of who I am.
So there you go...complete randomness - serving no purpose other than to empty out my head a little.