Sunday, April 1, 2018

To All Who Celebrate, Happy Easter and Passover! And a NSFW Story Snippet

It’s hard to believe today is Easter already. And Passover started two days ago? Wow.

Meanwhile, April first kicks off two challenges for bloggers and writers. First is the A-Z blog challenge, which I did for the past three years, I believe, on my Darla M Sands blog. This year, I decided to focus instead on fiction writing alone and limit myself to the Camp NaNo word count challenge.

Unlike November’s National Novel Writing Month strict fifty thousand word count goal, April’s ‘camp’ allows participants to set their own challenge. So I, being a bit of a masochist, picked the 50k word count.

That said, here is a little snippet that showcases this side to one of my characters. Please note it's a bit racy for work or family.


“Shit. I should be coddling you, not making you feel guilty for wanting to forget something awful.”

“I don’t want to be coddled,” he snarled.

“What do you want?”

“You. Now.”

Rushing me, he shuffled forward until my back contacted the wall. His body pressed into mine, a growing erection making dominant intention and desire clear. I went with this force of nature, tangling my fingers in spider silk strands at the base of his skull.

“Yes,” he whispered, more sigh than plea. “Pull my hair, Alexandra.”

I pulled back to study his face. The mixed signals confused me, his acting forceful then requesting pain.

Maybe his needs were different than first thought. Nickolas might like to switch things up when it came to power exchange, he isolated those masochistic tendencies from his inner sadist. Call it self preservation, he once told me, his smirk self deprecating.

My primitive brain clicked on, reaching the simple conclusion. He tested me, himself, us, our boundaries. Unwrapping my hands I shoved him by the shoulders. The werewolf stumbled backward only to steady himself and stand his ground.


I hope you enjoyed it. Are you embarking on anything special this month?


Saturday, March 31, 2018

Rainbow Snippet for March 31 - April 1

For those reading on Sunday, Happy April Fools Day! I’m delighted you’re here. Please note you will be reading at your own risk. ~grin~ This sample is not family friendly or exactly safe for work, hence the move to this adults only blog.

Once again I’m joining the many talented LGBTQ+ writers with Rainbow Snippets. In the following BDSM scene from my BloodMoon series, D/s switch Nickolas has big plans for the ongoing domination of his happy lover.


Before tonight’s show he dared me to stash the vibrator and S&M headgear in my camera bag. Finding the privacy and opportunity to use them seemed reward enough, regardless of who topped who, and I couldn’t imagine what else Nickolas planned.

“Please, Master, just let me come.”

How I dared beg a mystery, his reaction sent a thrill up my spine. One wide palm clamped over my traitorous mouth and Nickolas loomed somehow larger, eclipsing the universe. With our stilled union stapling this humble being so near ecstasy, I almost came right then.


I hope you enjoyed it and check out what others have shared. Have a good weekend!


Saturday, December 13, 2014

Ending Overtype Mode Permanently (!) in MS Word

I posted this on my Darla M. Sands blog, but it deserved a repeat.  With no further ado, here is how you kill the INS key, stopping it from starting that pesky Overtype mode:

1. Start Word
2. Click on the Tools menu
3. Click Customize
4. Click the Options tab
5. Click Keyboard
6. Under the Categories dropdown box, select All Commands
7. Under the Commands dropdown box, select Overtype
8. Under the Current keys downdown box, select Insert
9. Click Remove
10. Click Close until the dialog windows close.

That’s it.  Wasn’t that easy?  Can’t you just feel that weight lifting from your shoulders?  Well, that might be a little overly dramatic.  Maybe.

I must say thanks to Steve Thomas and the guys at both for sharing this information.  You can find the original post here:

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Happy writing!


Thursday, September 19, 2013

Artists Unite!

I must confess to being somewhat of a comic book geek.  For some years now, a monthly subscription of “Judge Dredd Megazine” has been delivered to my home alongside its sister periodical, the weekly “2000 A.D.”.  I pour over every story, review, interview, and even reader opinions.

In issue number 338 I discovered a disturbingly damaging letter from a reader.  This fellow called the interviews cheap filler and essentially a waste of his time.  He is clearly no artist (or perhaps a bitterly blocked one); those stories are gold to someone like me!  And I know how much hurt can come from unconstructive criticism.

The editors followed his opinion with a note stating that such thinking “does the writers a disservice.”  What a serious understatement.  While appreciating the diplomatic approach, I simply had to write in to the magazine.  The artists deserved proper defense, even if only the email monitor were to read mine.

My email stated my joy in those personal accounts, “especially when shared with humility, praise for the artist's forebears, and encouragement toward aspiring artists.”  I also praised the Megazine’s publication of fan fiction pieces, submissions which were also rudely disparaged.

Before telling the editors to keep up the good work, I couldn’t resist a dig at all the complainers who malign comics they dislike for whatever reason.  “Having favorites is one thing, but I feel these publications would do a disservice by not exploring different styles and disparagers would do well to keep that in mind.”  Apparently, parents no longer teach children that if they have nothing nice to say they should say nothing at all.

Time passed and I thought no further about the matter.  Yesterday a package showed up.  Inside I found a lovely comics reissue from “2000 A.D.” publications.  Neither my partner, who knew nothing of my action, nor I ordered had ordered anything.  Another reach into the envelope disclosed explanation for the mysterious surprise.  My rebuttal letter got printed in issue 340’s Dreddlines section!

The beautiful graphic novel you see pictured below was my prize.  As for the title given my letter, “First Dibs on the Nibbles”, I confessed to sometimes saving favorite stories for last like a little girl nibbling off the bread crust.

It made my day to be rewarded for speaking out against negativity.  I hope you’ll take any reasonable opportunity to do the same.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Review of Mel Keegan's "Home From the Sea"

I picked up “Home From the Sea” the minute I heard of the title’s release and did not regret my purchase for a moment.  Mel Keegan has an enviable gift for world building, in this case transporting us to the English coast circa 1769.  Mr. Keegan brings to life an ordinary, upstanding fellow about to be swept up in secrecy and adventure he could never have fathomed.

We first meet Jim Fairley running his late father’s tavern.  A reputable establishment, The Raven flocks with clientele who share hair raising tales from the high seas that leave Jim musing over the thrill of exotic shores.  The fog of his daily grind only lifts when a man of like mind enters the establishment and the pair discovers mutual attraction.  But these illegal interludes are dangerous, inevitably brief in nature.

As a result Jim finds himself forever consoled by the companionship of rum-soaked sailors, a dog, one cat, his nearly deaf grandmotherly cook, and a female populace that assumes an old leg injury left him a eunuch.  Even an aged regular sees the danger of missed opportunity, warning that any safe haven can become a prison.

Enter Toby Trelane, the enigmatic visitor who gradually, unintentionally, turns Jim Fairley’s mundane existence on its ear.  Toby acts as handyman by day and balladsinger by night, drawing unlikely crowds even on the cusp of bad weather.  This stranger piqued my interest with his secretive yet generous nature.  What was Toby hiding?  Why did he seem shamed by his past?

I had difficulty putting the book down well before any actual mayhem ensued.  You must know, too, that Mr. Keegan incorporated some unexpected characters, well crafted ones.  There’s the long-dead owner of The Raven who watched the coastal path with eerie intensity.  No one could say why.  Mother Nature plays a major role, for sure, and even the The Raven herself seems like much more than just a set of structures.

I consider this an outstanding mesh of romance, mystery, drama, and jeopardy.  If you appreciate a thoughtful story filled with grit and heart instead of endless sex, be sure to pick up “Home From the Sea”.

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Thursday, November 15, 2012

No "Dear" Here

I recently watched a tenth anniversary special celebrating the great science fiction program "Firefly".  It reminded me that the character named Wash had a great nickname for his wife Zoe.  He called her "Lamby Toes".

Another great endearment comes from an older movie called "Idle Hands".  The male lead called his girl "Baby Snakes".  If you like a comedic scare, you definitely should check out this flick.

Anyway, these are just some of the weird things I think of while in the midst of madly writing fifty thousand words for National Novel Writhing Month.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday - A Long Overdue Post

White Squirrel

Unseasonably warm, the late October breeze sent golden leaves spiraling from the canopy.  Russell plucked one sticking from the crown of his hair.  The wind made him wish he’d braided its considerable length.  It wasn’t as if Cory were here to appreciate the loose waves.