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12th Annual Literotica Awards

Well the votes have been tallied and I was the winner in the category of best novel/novella for Wheels of Steel and best interracial story for Stranded! 

Thank you guys for the votes and nominations. There are so many great writers on Literotica that won this year. I am so proud to be among them. When I think about these FREE stories and how they are often times better than the ones that I've paid for, I am even more proud!

Happy Birthday to me

Why am I frowning? Because I know that tomorrow I'll be 46!

Sunday, Oct. 9 is my birthday. I'm cool with being 46 because I don't look it! (smile). Also I've achieved a lot of the goals that I'd set for myself in youth. My goal to be published is one that I'd thought would have already occurred but since I haven't been very proactive in that area--eh.

One of my biggest accomplishments is having blog followers that support not only my writing, but me the person. I've enjoyed sharing my triumphs and you certainly have helped me with my downs. You guys are awesome and much appreciated!

So if you want to make my birthday PERFECT, then send me a birthday message. That would make my day!

Mini Kim

Afro Kim

Me in my gazebo (my favorite place)

why are my sisters so short?!

Me on the last day of being 45...

The Kid by Sapphire

How many of you watched the movie Precious? How many read the book Push by Sapphire? It was such a powerful story that there were certainly times that I burst into tears while reading. But in that story there was...dare I say; HOPE. 

Not so with Sapphire's latest story, The Kid. This story is painful. It's definitely not fair of me to say this when I'm far from the end. But I'm struggling to finish it and I often times find myself grimacing while I read. This is the story of Precious' son, Abdul and it takes place at her funeral when Abdul is 9. This doesn't give away any details of the story as this is what is written on the cover. 

When I picked up this book, it was with the hope that although Precious had lived a life of abuse that she was able to give her son something more. I was disappointed to see that this was another tale of childhood abuse...and abuse that is described with incredible detail--details that I don't want.

I closed the book at the 2nd chapter, sickened by what I was reading. Though I may sound as if I am bashing The Kid, I'm not. Sapphire's writing is beautiful, like poetic prose. And Abdul is a boy/young man that is intelligent, hardened, and so pitiful. But when you can bring vivid life to a character, when you take the time to develop your hero and to cause the reader to hope for them, to fall in love with them and then you heap abuse on them, then yes, you have succeeded in 'moving' your reader. But at what price? So that they can close the book before finishing it??

I read several of the reviews; each stating that this is not a book for the sensitive. I took 2 days away from the story before picking it up again, this time with the knowledge of what I would be reading.  I'm happy I did. I'm still reading it, and it's still painful, but there is a beauty in this story, and a message. It's such a simple message--and yet people still don't get it. 

Treat the children with respect and love--if not for the people that they are now, but then for the men and women that you want them to become.

Robcub's newest story posted on Literotica

I am a huge Robcub fan. I once asked a straight male friend if he thought it was weird that I'm into 'gay male romance'. His response was that every woman he knows is into that. Wow. Well all I know is that if I had to select 5 of my favorite writers on Literotica Robcub would definitely be in that. 


I talked to him on email some time back and I'll admit that I was giddy like a kid speaking to her idol. He has a new story posted entitled Timber Pack Chronicles and I'm off to read and enjoy.

Oh, btw...not that it should matter, but there is a black female in this particular story that is the hero's best friend. I thought I'd mention it because I read several comments requesting he add a black female BFF to one of his stories.  Ok, off to continue reading...

Share your spooky stories

Last Halloween we got some really good, scary stories. And last year I told a story that was really scary to me--and true, but it wasn't a ghost story. It was a story about waking up to find that some strange woman had broken into my home and was in my son's bedroom talking to him. A scary story doesn't have to be supernatural (but those are awesome), it can be anything that straight up scares you! 

With that thought I'm going to tell you one that terrified me. It's absolutely true and you'll have to decide if it's supernatural or not. I believe that it was...out of the ordinary. 

When I was a young mother I had to move back home with my parents and our house was very crowded. In my bedroom was my full sized bed which I'd moved up against the wall. My infant daughter's crib, and my son's Little Tykes car bed. Two sisters also lived in the house and so there were 5 toddlers ages 2 and under living there.

I'd had to move my bed against the wall beneath my window in order to get everything crowded in that I needed. Call me stupid, but I had the window half opened and I never left it open because of how the bed was positioned. But on this day I just wasn't thinking and my 18 month old son and 2 1/2 year old nephew were playing on the bed. I remember thinking that I needed to go over and close the window and when I turned to do it, it was to see my son going through the window. I saw him press against the screen and then his diapered bottom as he went through and out. 

The house was two stories high and my window was beneath the driveway. No bushes, no cushiony lawn, just the hard cement driveway. I screamed. I screamed call 911. I screamed for my sister to grab my nephew so that he wouldn't fall too and I screamed all the way out the house. And I was the only sound there was. There was no crying baby sounds coming from outside. 

The world goes inside out when you have a moment like that. You think about a million things in the span of a second. I couldn't stop thinking that one thoughtless action had just changed everything in my life as I dashed out of my house.

Weird thing is that other than knocking the wind out of himself and knocking off his diaper, he was perfectly okay. The ambulance came so fast that I couldn't believe it. The doctor's kept feeling his head but he didn't have a hickey and the one bruise he had was on his hip where the diaper had popped loose.

I asked the doctor how it was possible that he was not even bruised and he told me something that I'd heard but hadn't taken quite so literally. The doctor said that a toddler's bones are like rubber and when my son fell out of the window he literally bounced. I asked why he didn't bump his head. 

The doctor said he didn't know.

And that is the thing that terrified me more than anything else ever had.

I'll tell you another one later and this next one will be a bit more paranormal.

Hear My Call by Jill Scott

Anybody else feel like this?

It's almost Halloween

I have always loved the fall. After the heat of summer, it's so nice to have a comfortable drop in temperature. I live in the midwest so I have the joy of seeing the change of seasons. The autumn leaves transforms everything! I even like the way autumn smells. 

Today I lit my fireplace for the first time. It's awesome. Now all I need is a glass of wine (or hot tea) and my sweetie to snuggle up with. 

But the best part is Halloween. Each year we go all out in decorating our house. I admit that I don't do it for the kids, I do it because I absolutely love it! So in the spirit of Halloween I've decided to 'spookify' the blog. I hope you will all join me in making Halloween 2011 fun. 

I'd like to create a thread devoted to creepy stories. Last year we got some really good ones that gave me goosebumps. 

So in the spirit of the season I'm going to share a story that I wrote. I actually lost a bet with CreepyRJ and was given the task of writing a story about a man that was like him. I decided to multi-task and to also write a horror story. Had he lost he'd be posting a love story between to gay males...Oh well, maybe next time. 

Creepy's Halloween story.

Nicholas Schneider RIP

 

Nicholas Schneider passed away at 7:32 pm on Wednesday September 27, 2011. He's going to donate his organs to other little kids that need help. Thank you for your prayers for my friend's family.

A prayer request from Michael Schneider

I'm not much of a praying woman. 


I have conversations with god in which I share my appreciation or ask questions. Seldom do I ask god for anything except for his will to be done and for it to be easy for all involved. I don't prescribe to any specific religious belief other than the belief in god. I don't ask for acceptance of my lack of a religious practice nor do I judge others for theirs (unless you drink the kool-aid).


I have recently found myself doing a lot of praying and making a specific request of god. I decided to post this for a friend in hopes that you will join me.


Years ago I met a six year old boy named Michael Schneider. He was the son of a woman that would soon become my best friend. I have 3 best friends (one day I'll explain this in detail). The first time I'd ever met him I wanted to strangle him. He was a rambunctious child with ADHD--and obviously the medicine wasn't working because for 10 long minutes as I waited for my friend to get ready to go out, Michael ran a non stop circuit around me, repeatedly screaming; Hey lady look at me! Hey lady look what I'm doing! Hey lady!


As time went on I began to learn and understand some of the hardships that Michael faced. Sometimes he just needed someone to talk to and I invited him to call me when he felt that his head was filling up with too many ideas. Unfortunately it was always in the wee hours of the night that he'd call. smile. I'd chastise myself for getting sucked into debates about which super hero was stronger. If I said yes, he'd say no; oppositional to the core!


But as much as I had initially wanted to strangle him, I grew to love that kid very much. As time went on he really pulled his life together. Little Michael got married! He became a daddy twice over and at times became the sole caretaker of his son.


That's why it pained me so badly when he contacted me yesterday and asked me to come to the hospital. He had found his son Nicholas dead in his crib. Fortunately the emergency workers were able to get his heart beating. He said that Nicholas was in critical condition though,  but he would feel the love that I have and it could do nothing but help. Michael posted this message on facebook and I'm posting it here.

Most of you know me and my situation but for those of you who don't my name is Mike and the situation that I speak of is about my son Nicholas W. Schneider who will be 15 months old on the 29th is in the I.C.U at children's hospital in critical condition. on Monday at 10:30 I awoke to find him in his bed not breathing and with no pulse I tried to get him to awake by lightly pinching him and there w...as no response so I then tried putting him in some fairly cold water then i realized this was very bad and right away started CPR for three minutes i tried this and then I rushed down stairs and called 911 still using CPR the fire dept. came and took over then we went to the hospital fortunately they got his heart beating again but he still can't breath on his own and he is unresponsive they are saying that if his shows no sign of response in the next 48 hours they will take him off life-support so what i am asking of all of you that do and do not know me is to just pray for him even if you do not believe in god to just pray please re-post this because they say one pray is strong but the more people that pray about the same thing the stronger it becomes and the more likely it will come to pass PLEASE PRAY FOR MY SON TO GET BETTER

Please join me in sending out vibes of love to Michael and Nicholas and to the entire Schneider family.