- Complete two 30+ minute workouts (at least one workout MUST be outside) If I do Shavasana for half an hour on the deck and then for half an hour in bed, does that count?
- Drink 2/3 of your body weight in ounces of water
(For example: if you weigh 200 lbs, you will need to drink a minimum of 133 oz of water each day) Hahahahahahahahahaha. Wait. Didn't someone die from this? I can get about 60% of this one, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to get a 7/7 day. - Read 10+ pages in a nonfiction book Do CRA rulings count? Financial Statements? Lavender's Blue is non-fiction, right? I'm learning how to deal with drunk people and escape weddings so it counts.
- Consume zero alcohol for the entire 30 days The blueberry apple ciders will stay in my fridge for another 30 days. No problemo.
- Choose any diet and stick with it The notes on this say that even just logging all food everyday, or reaching the goal of no snacks after supper can count. I do actually want to follow the 800g Challenge diet. You do feel amazing on it! But that means that I have to prep salads for work lunches, and not eat just pasta for supper like you do when you answer a kazillion unread emails on your first day back after a holiday whilst putting out Sage fires. Accounting, not brush.
- No cheat meals Someone I know has a birthday in September, so we all know how that one's going to go.
- Take a daily progress picture There may not be publishable words for this one.
This blog is a platform for my writing practice, and you are welcome to read it and to comment on it. There will be rants; there will be raves; there will be essays, and there will be fiction. And sometimes, there will be Verbal Diarrhea.
Tuesday, 29 August 2023
Mayhem 30 Hard
Monday, 28 August 2023
This Draft is from May. Or March. Probably March. 5th.
Every time I think I'm going to do better at actually writing. Blogging or not, just writing. At all. It doesn't seem to happen.
I'm using Saint Belford's Planner, and I have to tell you, I love it. It's focused on self care, not do these million things by 3pm. It has a habit tracker in it, and one of those habits should be write something. Other than a financial statement.
Sunday, 5 March 2023
Saturday Ski
Cross-Country skiing is great. Until you need to slow down or stop.
Took a new trail yesterday, and on the map the trail is green. IE, easy, gentle slopes if there are any.
I did okay. Enjoyed it even.
Got to the last loop of the trail. Bit of a hill. Okay, I've done green hills before. No problems. I don't need to take the little connector to the flat trail I've taken before, I tell myself. Down I go, and all is going well until the left ski left the track and wouldn't come back in and I had to bail. On my face. Good times.
I get back up with a bit of assistance from someone who has probably been skiing since the beginning of time. I didn't even have to take my skis off! Win for me.
"Oh," she says. "There is a bit of a divot there," and points up the trail a bit.
"Yeah, that was me. That's where I fell." Apologies to everyone else who had to ski that afterwards.
I continue on. The next hill looks just as intimidating. I follow some other newbies across a gap to a nicer looking trail. Fall on my ass stepping down onto the main trail.
I make it to the top of the hill just above the lodge, and even though I know it's okay to ski down (I've done it before, even), I calmly ski into the upper parking lot, remove my skis, and take the stairs.
I log into my fitness app and have a look at my ski. I compare its map to the Ski Trails map. I look a little closer.
The last part of the loop is blue, with yellow high-lighting to show that it's lit up at night. And that looks green. Definitely is not green, though.
Thursday, 16 February 2023
It's Been a While
Saturday, 9 January 2021
Sex on Saturday 2021-01-09
Tuesday, 29 December 2020
Overtone - Are You Afraid of Stains?
Wednesday, 15 April 2020
BMBR: Timber: The Mountain Man's Babies by Frankie Love
This was free on BookBub today. I was promised (by the Amazon description) that I'd get so hot and bothered that I'd dig out a vibrator, and that if the batteries were dead, well, I have hands.
Not the worst writing, as long as you realize that this is straight up erotica with a bit of a story, and not meant to be an actual romance novel.
1. Dude is redundant. I get it, Jax; your cock is huge, and you like fucking women, and you're hiding in the woods because you fucked the sheriff's daughter and now he's making your life a living hell, and you're not going to fuck the local chicks because you don't need the local hassle, but you're all about fucking women and chopping wood,, and you're really good at both because your cock is huge and you sharpen your axe nightly. You seriously don't need to say that on every. single. page.
2. Jax helps Harper lose her virginity. With his big cock.
The sex scenes are short, hot vanilla.
3. She gets pregnant. Jax says he did not see that coming. Seriously? You didn't use a condom, and you thought that the pious preacher's daughter who was saving herself for marriage was on birth control? Really?
Idaho needs to up its Sex-Education game.
4. OMG I lied. The writing gets worse. Then better. The sex is so vanilla that I'm skipping it to get to the story. Not quite what I look for in erotica.