Horse Panels & Hay Prices & Family (Oh-my)

(I'm sure you've noticed, dear readers, that my icons seldom match my blog subject. The only method behind the madness is I pick out what I want to look at while I'm typing the post.)

I found nineteen nice 12' Behlen(sp?) powder-coated horse panels for $50 each on Craigslist. SCORE! I talked the seller into delivering, too, for the price of gas.

Best news is I've found a guy with alfalfa in small rounds for $125/ton delivered. Double score. I'm hoping that it's decent hay... if I start bitching in the next few months, you'll know it wasn't.

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The last time I was actively online, I handed out my blog address to my family. It was an easy way for them to a) see I was still alive and b) get some news -however marginal- about my life so c) they wouldn't expect phone calls... of course, I'm reasonably sure they felt I was off my nut with the amount of time I spent doing things like blathering on about a TV show.

This time around... I've been pretty hesitant to share. I've never used my online space to rag on my family, and it's not like I feel the need to have a 'private' space, or even am overly protective of the line between the real and online portions of my life... it's mostly because of my new-found love of smut, particularly, slash.

There are some things a person doesn't want to ever imagine their mother doing... her being curious (my head may explode right now) and actually clicking one of the stories I rec here falls into the category of NO. Just NO.


Anyway... this post is for J., who I have invited.

The Song That Never Ends

So... in editing If Wishes Were, I've decided I need to change a location because obviously the plot will benefit. Of course, this expands the story somewhat.

It's supposed to be a reasonably simple fill. The majority of fills on the kmeme are under 3k words. I'm pushing 5k+ now, without the plot expansion. No one will complain about the extra plot (kmeme is long on kink, short on plot), but it takes time... which I know will make the original poster (OP) sad.

Another problem... I decided that because it is the kmeme, the innuendo had to go, the rating had to be bumped from M (mature) to E (explicit). (Notice I'm saying 'had to'. Riiiight.)

In chucking the innuendo, I'm writing (my first ever, eep) full-on, explicit slash scene. (Yes, I will let everyone know how it's received. Nervous already.) Unfortunately, It's the scene that never-flipping-ends and is beginning to feel like a perverted sort of Groundhog Day.

And it's not becuase the sex is that specatularly, brain-goo-ifyingly awesome. No, it's the writing process that's never going to end. Yes, I'm being especially fussy, but that's not the delay.

Every time I start on the damn thing, I get interrupted.  (I'm going to coin this writer interruptus.) I try to work on it when the house is quite, and Miss M is nowhere around. Nothing kills the writing mood like having your teen walking by glancing at the screen. (No, she can't actually read what I'm writing... give me some credit... but it's the idea.)

So, early morning... first it's the dogs, then it's the text, then the email, then the phone (Hubby still calls me, tyvm), then the horse panels, then Miss M is up and about. Right now, she's working on her laptop, but the child is physically incapable of silence. I'm hearing a running commentary on 'Stick Wars' or whatever game she's playing, interspersed with 'Hey, Mom!'.

Yeah. I so want to write the smuts hearing, "Hey, Mom!" Mm. Sexy-times indeed.