Sasha White

It’s Saturday night and I’m getting ready to go out for a night with “the girls”. It’s been way too long since I’ve gone out and let loose.

Our plan: A few drinks, lots of food and buckets of flirting and dancing! :D

Maybe I’ll find inspiration for a new story. :P

I booked myself a Time Out.
I’m going to Greece for two weeks!! :D
I’ve never gone on just a short holiday to somewhere sunny! It’s always been me, my backpack and I’ll see ya in a few months!
Well, except when I went to Mexico for a week for my 30th birthday. But that wasn’t a holiday. That was a party! :hehe:
:laugh: I’m so excited!! :laugh:

MY muse.
She’s hard to describe, but you’ll know her when you see her. Think of a smart, sassy and slightly off-balance creature and you’ll get a picture of her in your mind. I think she disappeared with a bottle of tequila and is sleeping it off somewhere. She’s been gone an awful long time and I really miss her. I even have a nice big bottle of tequila here, if only she would come back to me.
If anyone see’s her please tell her how much I miss her…then kick her butt back to me!

I’ve always thought of myself as someone that wouldn’t run from anything. But I’ve recently realized that I am very good at putting things off. That’s not really the same as running from them, but it’s on the same page.

During the past weekend I cleaned my house, my mothers house (Her Mothers Day present) worked out every day, and watched a couple of dvd’s. And I managed to eek out 4 more pages of my wip. LOL The only thing I really needed to do on the weekend was my mothers house , and some writing. Yet, I just couldn’t force myself to sit and write when I had three hours of free time. I had to wait until I only had 45 mins or an hour. Why? Procrastination.

But no more! I am off to write…and I have three hours to get some done before I need to go to work.

Here’s hoping I do! ;)

Check this out!

Thanks to Dianna for sending it to me! It was the first email I opened this morning and it made me smile, then laugh. It’s great! :laugh:

I recieved word today that DOWN & DIRTY 2 should be hot off the presses in a month or so.
And as soon as I get a couple of copies of it I’ll have a contest to give away a copy. :hehe:
I’m not sure how I’ll do it yet but the details will be here in the blog since I don’t have a contest page, so keep checking in if your interested in winning a copy. :D

Can you tell I’m in a smiley mood today? :P

This is a post not about writing at all, but about my other life. The one as a bartender/restaurant manager.

We were robbed tonite. It’s the 4th or 5th time this has happened in the last year. Yup, the guy came into the lounge just as we were closing.(the doors weren’t locked but last call was done) There were two customers still at the bar. Me behind the bar doing a beer count and the bartender, Joan, had just finished her cashout and had put the till, her cash, and the cigarettes on the bar for me to to take to the office.

The newcomer asked if we could call him a cab, Joan did. Then he stood and chatted to her for a few seconds then faster than we could blink, grabbed the till and ran. We, idiots that we are, reacted on instinct and chased the fucker. Joan caught him too!, she had both hands on his jacket and he didn’t even slow, just dragged her a few feet on our nice concrete parking lot before he shook her loose. (She has a couple nasty scrapes and ruined her new work pants!) I continued to follow, not so much to catch him (he was way ahead of me) but to see where he was headed. (See! I’ve learnt a little by getting robbed 4 times!:) )

There’s more to the story. We didn’t catch him, he had a car waiting. They got over $1000.

A couple of good things:
The cops came pretty damn fast! They even had a dog to track him, but lost the trail, I would imagine when he got in the car.
Both Joan and I can ID them clearly.

So here’s hoping the karma Gods, and the city police, catch up with them soon!

Lately I’ve been thinking about trying to do a complete collection of erotic short stories. I was going through some computer disks and found this one. It’s a very short piece, and I think I even submitted it once to a website once, but it was rejected. I’m not sure if I would even use it in a collection, but I figure I have it, I wrote it…why not show it to people. So read on if you’re interested my attempt at Fash Fiction.
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Kensington Brava has a hit with their “Bad Boys” string of anthologies. I love them too.
But I’m wondering if a “Bad Girls” theme would do just as well. I’m hoping it will because I’m having fun writing a story about a “Bad Girl” that I’m planning to submit to them when done.

She’s strong and independent, used to being on her own and doing things hers own way. Gina doesn’t let other people tell her what to do, and she’s not afraid to live life and take what pleasure she can, when she can. But she’s cynical about love. Gina believes in love and Happily Ever After, just not for herself. Yet, she can’t stop dreaming about finding True Love and Acceptance.

What do you all think? Can a ‘Bad Girl’like this be a good heroine? After all, ‘Bad Girls’ need love too. ;)

I told you about not finaling in the first contest I entered. Well, I just entered my second contest. And I mailed the entry out before I found out about the first, which is a good thing because I might not’ve sent it if I’d waited. I entered the second one mostly because it has an Erotic Romance category and the final round judge is from a publishing house I would like to see my work. That’s what I told myself.

But I’ve been thinking about it a lot, partially due to some postings on
Alison Kent’s Blogabout contests, publishing, career decisions and how much more information there is out there for aspiring writers today. I realize that since I’ve become more ‘pro-active’, (read that I’ve been studying writing articles and websites and publishing houses guidelines and such) that my writing has turned sluggish and I have grown more doubtful of my own abilities than I ever have been! When I sold my first half dozen short stories, nobody but me, and the editor I submitted to saw them until they were in print. Now I doubt myself, my abilites, and I crave praise from cp’s. And I now know that I entered those contests more out of competitiveness than anything.

I’d like to say I’ll stop using cp’s, but I won’t. I have learned from them, and I feel that I can help them as well. I also love that I have other to talk to and commiserate with. But what I will do is get back to writing what I want to write, and what I think will sell.

I’d rather sell a story and have hundreds, hopefully thousands, read and enjoy it, than win a contest where only five people have read it.

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