Sasha White

Maria Duncan!! Your name was the one drawn from the Choices Draw yesterday. Email me to collect your choice of book from my Backlist.

It amazes me when parents let their kids run all over a restaurant. It’s also reminded me why I worked in bars instead of restaurants. LOL However, I’m shaking some things up in my life, in case you haven’t noticed my uhmm…restlessness… lately. So, no more bartending. Okay, no more bartending ona regular basis. I still help out when needed. BUT, I’ve gone back to work a few days a week, in the restaurant.

Just lunch shifts, which are nice and short. And not normally with many kids.

Today there was a table with a kid. One kid. One kid that would not shut up. I’m not talking about words. I’m talking about screeches and screams. So much so that two of my other tables complained. Finally, when I had had to ask them leave.

My thing is…why would the mother sit there and do nothing? Why would she NOT CARE that her kids was making a scene, and disturbing everyone around them to the point that they were asked to leave the restaurant. I was their server, each time I approached the table she and her friend were laughing and smiling, and just ignoring the kid. I just don’t get it.

So right now, my next big decision concerns what I want to write. Yeah, I have a few more erotic stories to write, but I like to spread out too. Need to flex the mental muscles y’know?

But, I need help trying to decide what to write…
A) a thriller/suspense
B) a sci-fi
C) a paranormal

What do you think? I think it’s safe to say whatever I write will have a certain erotic flavor but, in branching out from straight erotic….what would YOU like to see from me?

Enter your vote in the comments section and be entered in a draw to win your choice of my Backlist. I’ll do the draw on Wednesday Morning.

Thanks everyone for the wonderful emails and comments on my last post. Y’all made me feel great!

I have to say though, I had a day from hell today. LOL I’m trying to renew my passport so I can make it to the RT conference in Houston in April, andI’m having a problem. I can’t find a garantor.

I don’t know a notary public, judge or lawyer. I don’t know a postmaster, chiropractor or priest. My accountant is a bit anti-goverment, there for he doesn’t belong to any of the professional organizations needed to make him eligable. (although he is a professional Accountant.) My Dr. is no longer at th clinic I go to, and the new Dr’s I see have no been there 2 years. The pharmacist, who could sign for me refused to because, despite the fact that I’ve been filling perscriptions there for almost 6 years, she doesn’t recognize me by face…so she said no. Bank officers are no longer acceptable, and the notary public in my bank will only sign for Bank Documents. So, I drove all over the city today, trying to find a guarantor who I’ve known for 2 or more years…and found nothing.

So it was a frustrating day.

Good thing I have some Cider in my fridge when I got home. Between your emails and comments making me float, and the cider easing the frustration of driving all over the city….I feel pretty good.

Thank You!

I think I sabatoge myself sometimes. Well, I know I do when it comes to weight loss, and to men..but right now I’m talking about writing. I know that I should not let what other authors, close and not-so-close friends, are doing effect what I do. Yet, sometimes I see things, be it a promo, a new group formed, a chat, an anthology…and it cuts me deep to see that it’s something I feel I would completely fit in, yet I wasn’t invited to be part of.

It’s happened before and I’ve mentioned it to others, in the “Man, I’d loved to have been part of that.” way, and been told. “We thought of you, but we know your so busy right now.” Or something similar.

Uh huh.

I know that letting myself wallow in the feelings of rejection, aloneness, and yes, a little bit of envy and jelousy are not healthy…but that doesn’t stop me from feeling them. It doesn’t stop me from thinking about how hard I’ve worked, and how much time and energy and money I’ve put into promotions and wondering if I’m fucking crazy for caring that my peers don’t seem to see me as one of them. Or that I don’t feel that they see me as one of them.

Knowing that it’s the story that matters, is sometimes not enough to stop me from being distracted by the peripheral stuff.

I’ve never written male/male before, but I’m finding myself drawn to it a little. Maybe I’ll have a small sample to show you in a day or two.

So, this isn’t anything blatantly sexy, but I thought it was sort of cool. I took the photo, it was my friend just getting ready to leve my place, and the orange shirt, red, nails, zebra purse and something about all those laces on the boots made me think…cool pic!

Happy HNT Everybody!

Have you seen my LUSH Gallery page? It’s a new addition to the website since it’s been redesigned, and full of some very HOT stuff. Including pictures!!

Two Lips Reviews has given LUSH 4.5 Lips!!

“The three stories in Sasha White’s anthology, Lush are varied but each one builds upon the other. The first person point of view in Passion Play most especially worked on building the characterization and overall arc of the book and became my favorite story of them all. This is a very solid contemporary anthology where the beauty of erotic art melds with hot sex and fantastic characterization to give a very full and satisfying read.”