Okay. So this post will only be somewhat relevant to Persephone Jones, erotic romance writer. But it is erotic. At least I think it is. Either that or I'm totally perverted. Whichever. :)
I love tea. Like some people love coffee. Thus, the inspiration for this post. Enjoy.
Check out the graphic art on the box of Lipton Brisk sweet tea. No, I mean--really check it out. There's chicks on it. Chicks with wild, crazy, bedhead. (Is that one word or two?) And they don't look like they've been sleeping. Know what I mean? Let's have a closer look.
Look at Right-Side-Of-The-Box-Chick. Eyes shut, mouth open. Dude. There's dew on the leaves pointing directly at her mouth. And did I mention the bed head?
And this one? Left-Side-Of-The-Box is practically cross-eyed.
Lookie. Tea porn. Heehee! Like I said, orgasmic tea. Think the marketing folks at Lipton did this by accident? *Snort* Kinda puts me in the mood for some tea...
*In all seriousness, the design belongs to one Tristan Eaton of www.tristaneaton.net. Very talented guy. Three cheers for the sexy tea, Tristan!
I wrote my first dedication today. I dedicated my story "Heart Of Stone" in the upcoming Ravaged anthology by Breathless Press to my husband, Jason. :)
And here it is...
For Jason. Your love and support means everything to me.
There are many pet causes and personal wars in which I gladly volunteer to fight, but depression, The Big D, The Big Black, The Black Dog, is one that is close to my heart. Unfortunately. It's sort of like that mole that the doctor says would hurt more to remove than leave there. Only he doesn't mention that leaving it there makes you want to jump off a cliff. Now that's what I call a win-win situation, right there.
My point? Depression has robbed me of so much. No scratch that. So freakin' much. The list is too long and sordid to go into but suffice to say, I shall never win the war, but I do occasionally kick depression's ass in a battle. But in recent weeks, it has been it's turn to reciprocate the steel-toed boot in my ass. And boy does that sonofabitch hurt. It has tried its damnedest to take away my peace of mind, my joy, my accomplishments, my sense of self. Well, today, munitions, supplies and backup managed to punch through and aid me when I needed it most. Music, physical activity and connection with my critique partner. They helped me.
Depression, Mr. D, may have me in his clutches again. As a matter of fact, it is inevitable. But not today. Today, I was a feather's width ahead of him. Today, I danced circles around him. Today my smile blinded his black eyes.
Today--is mine.
So, in the spirit of things, here's a video of a performer singing a song that fits the theme of this post. I could be phony and just post when things are happy and shiny but that's not me. Good, bad, ugly--that's honesty.
Here is the cover for my second short story "Seeing Stars." Love it. I have finally achieved beefcake cover status. LOL.
Thanks again to my CP (currently missing in action) Kitty Cahill, my editor Helen Revell, my husband, my mom and of course Shadowfire Press for making it all possible. Big hugs for all!
You can purchase "Seeing Stars" tomorrow at Shadowfire Press!
