Sasha White

When Anna and I asked a local guy, ( a young good looking one ofcourse ;) ), about a nice beach that we could visit for a day, close to Athens, we were directed to Vulagmini. When we got there we found not a beach, but a cove. We spent the day soaking up the sun and enjoying the clear blue in a setting that made me feel like I was experiencing real Greece, and not a tourist attraction!

I think I’ll have to go there again next year. I’m saving already. ;)

Every now and then I like to do some sort of writing exercise. One that I did in the past was to write a couple hundred words outside of the genre I normally write in. So I chose action/thriller. Not only because it’s different from erotica and romance, but because one of these days I’m going to tackle an erotic thriller. Click on MORE (actually I see it says LINK. If I knew how to fix it I would. LOL) for the short intro…and let me know what you think.

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Some people are day people, some people are not. I myself have always thought of myself as a night person. Probably because I was 18 years old when I started working nights, and I still work nights. I’ve had other jobs that are day jobs, but I always go back to nights.

Working in the service (hospitality) industry is different from any other job I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a few. (Retail, marketing, Coach, Martial Arts Instructor, Optical Lab, Photo Lab, Sales)

These two things combine to make me very aware of the fact that working nights in the hospitality industry gives me a lot of fodder for stories. After all, truth is stranger than fiction. :P

Tonight I had to deal with a woman (notice I don’t use the word Lady) that was very loud and combatitive. She was a proud lesbian (no I am not predjudice …but she was very vocal about this…so I say it.) that wanted everyone in our lounge to know not only her sexual orientation, but also the fact that her wife dumped her today, she was pregnant, and it ’s her birthday.
I think I can fit her into a book somewhere. In fact I know I will, she’ll be in my first thriller; I think she’ll be the first victim. The ‘trigger’ that sets of a serial killer. :laugh:

All summer I’ve been getting a bit more down every day. I didn’t notice it at the time, but I see the pattern now. I need to start paying more attention to the patterns in my life. They’re there, but sometimes I just don’t see them.

Anyway. I’ve been living in this City for just over 5 years now and even though I’ve had several overseas trips in that time, I’m feeling restless. I’ve considered moving back to BC. I miss the mountains. I miss the lakes. I miss the martial arts. (I can’t find any Dojo’s in this city that are open during the day.) My feet are itching to move on, and my spirit craves a change.

The really dysfunctional thing about these feelings is that all I’ve ever really wanted was to find a place I could call home. You see, when I was growing up we used to move every couple of years. And I’m not talking to another house, or even another city. These moves were always to another province. By the time I was 11 I’d lived in 5 provinces and 7 cities. So you can see why I’d long for a place where I felt I fit. Yet, even as an adult on my own. I can’t seem to change the habit. Since I left home at 17 life has been a bit more stable…I’ve lived in only 3 provinces and moved 5 times. But then again, I’ve travelled to 9 foriegn countries and stayed out of Canada for up to six months at a time.

I’m like a migratory bird or something.

Part of me thinks if I can manage to stay in one place for a longer period of time that I can build a home around me. That I can carve my own little niche. But that belief only holds me in place for a while. Then when (notice I don’t say if?) I feel that it isn’t happening I leave again.

I thought a little holiday in Greece would shake the restlessness for while. And it did. But I’ve discovered that a two and half week holiday doesn’t give my gypsy soul as much juice as a three to six month jaunt through a foreign country.

I’m not ready to move on yet. There are certain goals I’ve set for myself before I move on again so I needed to change SOMETHING to satisfy my restlessness. What did I do? I got my hair chopped off.

Some of you will understand why this has cheered me up, some of you won’t. But it has. I feel lighter and more energetic already…and I have a new story idea to work on so I’m done spilling my guts for now! ;)

I’ve been watchign the Olympics on TV this weekend. It’s been good to look at the scenery of Athens and remember my shrot time there. Just thinking about the things that happened during my time in the actual city has given me the urge to do some writing, about the adventures Anna and I had.

One memory in particular that makes me smile every time is of the day Anna and I went looking for a museum. I don’t remember which museum it was, just that it was a big one and Anna really wanted to visit it. So we took the Metro uptown, and then we walked for a while (Good thing Anna is good at reading maps, because I’m not.) Finally we found ourselves in front of the prestigious building only to discover it was closed for a week. They were doing some renovations in preparation for the Olympics.

Wanting to get out of the sun for a bit, and not knowing what to do next, Anna and I went and sat on one of the nearby benches. On the bench across from us were two men. One of who had obviously been drinking for quite a while. The other, while also holding a beer can, seemed relatively sober.

“Ohhh Tourists.” said the more intoxicated of the two. Between the fact that were consulting a map and speaking English it was a good guess on his part.
“Where are you from?” He asked as we sat in the shade.
I replied Canada, Anna said Germany. He took that as encouragement and continued to talk. Anna hid her face behind the tour book and snickered while I talked drunkenese with the man. It was early afternoon on a busy street with workmen and foot-traffic surrounding us so we both felt there was no threat from him. Except, perhaps his scent if he got too close. While talking he kept inching towards us, his body leaning in familiar way I’ve seen regularly from behind the bar.
After a few minutes conversation he started to really babble.
“You’re pretty.” He started.
“Thank- you” I replied with a smile.
“Aren’t they pretty?” he turned to his quiet drinking partner.
His partner nodded and gave me a small smile. Anna snickered some more behind her tour book and nudged me with her elbow.
“Really.” He continued as if nobody believed him. “So pretty.”
At this point he took another step closer and lifted his hand to point at us. First Anna, then me, then…the empty space next to me. “Out of ten. 8-8-8″
“Yeah, all three of us.” Anna giggled.

I’m not so sure I can convey how funny it actually was that the inebriated man saw three of us. I’m not a comedy write. But Anna, if you’re reading this I know you’ll be smiling! :)

According to writer Raymond Lamont Brown: “Superstition is a belief, or system of beliefs, by which almost religious veneration is attached to things mostly secular; a parody of religious faith in which there is belief in an occult or magic connection.”

It’s Friday the 13th today so I thought I’d see how many of you out there are superstitious. I definitely believe a full moon effects people. (I can usually tell when it’s a full moon when I’m at work even without looking at the moon.) Some things I don’t pay attention to. Like the 7 years of bad luck if you break a mirror, that doesn’t worry me. But I do admit to always throwing spilled salt over my shoulder. I personally think a black cat crossing my path is Good Luck. I believe it’s all in the power of out minds to make things lucky or unlucky.

What about you? Do any of you always throw spilled salt over your shoulder? Freak out when you break a mirror? Do you have a lucky number or a lucky charm?

I’ve added a webring to the sidebar on the left. It’s writers weblogs so when you feel the need to procrastinate, or read other peoples thoughts..check it out!

As for my thoughts today. I hate to say it, but not much is going on inside my head. :plain:
I’m getting some questions ready to put together a quiz for a magazine article, hopefully. It’s a fun project that I hope will work out. I’m also toying with an idea for a short story. Just to write something new then I’ll go back to Gina and Caleb and The Devil Inside.

I’m also pondering ideas for what to add to my website. I have a Bio ready to post, and I want to add another page…but not sure what. There are so many writers websites out there with articles on writing and such that I don’t really feel the need to do that. I don’t really want a message board, I like the way the Blog here works, with comments from anyone who wants to comment. I have some travel articles and such, but they don’t really fit with the whole SEXY writing theme of the site. Maybe a page where I can post excerpts and details about what I’m working on? I’m not sure…any ideas? Suggestions are welcome.

Cheers

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I’ve mentioned a few times that I’ve done a lot of traveling. I think I’ve even posted a brief article about a couple of places here in my blog before. But one thing I don’t think I’ve told you all is that out of all the places I’ve been to the place I find most beautiful is only a four hour drive from where I live right now.Jasper, Alberta is a small town in the middle of the Rockies that is completely modern, yet extremely peaceful and serene. You can surf this site and check out the wildlife and the scenery and activities available year round.

When you feel the need to get away, I highly recommend it!

In conversation with a guy last night a very interesting question came up. Well, I found it interesting. He said it was always good for an argument at a party. :laugh:

Anyway…I thought I’d ask all of you and see how much the answers vary. Question is…When does sex become ‘Kinky’? As in What actual acts do you consider kinky? Some people think being blindfolded or restrained is just sexy, not kinky. Some people think an open relationship is weird or kinky. Some people think that nothing is kinky if your in a loving relationship.

What do you think?