Seriously. I’ve never been sicker than this past week. I woke up on Palm Sunday with a fever so high I hurt to touch. Ask my man. He’s the one who told me I hurt to touch. I was so sick I never got out of my nightclothes, just kept layering a couple more nightclothes over the ones I slept in, and when that still wouldn’t warm me up, I put on my man’s thick warm robe over everything. Then I laid underneath a pile of blankets and pretty much stayed there all week, shivering like a sad chihuahua.
Midweek my fever subsided but my nose was so clogged I sounded like Darth Vader. Every day a whole new way of feeling like death. My head felt like it wasn’t attached to the rest of my body. My fingers and toes felt tingly and numb. I wondered if that was how ghosts felt. Then I wondered if I was a ghost and I didn’t know it. That’s why I still kept fucking, even though I was sick all week. I needed that friction to remind me that I’m still alive. (Although I’m pretty sure horny ghosts are not unheard of.)
A little bit of courage, a little bit of grit, a little bit of taking a step in a positive direction, and I feel better now. Not entirely better, but better, thank you.
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I hope you still celebrate Valentine’s Day. Sure, it’s silly. It’s an excuse to sell chocolate, teddy bears, and roses. An excuse to get dressed and go out to a fancy restaurant. An excuse to order champagne, get tipsy, and fall into each others’ arms. An excuse to whip out that lingerie or sex toy you ordered. But why not? Let’s do it. Let’s fall in love!
This past month I’ve been very busy tying up loose ends and recording the audio book for Lilith: Generations of Cain, book two of the Lilith series. Any day now it will be available for sale as a Kindle download, a paperback, and an audiobook.
I recently had a request for a paperback of Lilith: Queen of the Demons, signed in menstrual blood. As my period coincided with the supermoon, the closest the moon was in our lifetime, signing my book in blood at that moment made me feel like I was making something cosmically unique, like a horcrux. Now it’s somewhere in the Netherlands, this piece of me. Weird, huh?
In light of current events, I wrote a piece of naughty flash fiction about our President-Elect Donald Trump: The She-Demon of Trump Towers. I wrote it earlier this year, when I honestly believed he was a patsy to ensure a Clinton presidency. I mean, everything he said while campaigning seemed designed to piss people off. No one can be that atrocious, right? Apparently I’m wrong. It strangely inspires me. If Trump can be POTUS, anything is possible!
In between all this book publishing, I’ve been having fun with my Snapchat. Are you on it? The filters are amusing as hell. Check out this little video we shot on it, which became this past month’s Caption This Contest. I gave away a week-long MAYCAM password to the winner. Come back for more chances to win.