so, although S has left the work force, i remain, and am suitably bitter. dooce.com shows the foolishness of talking smack about work so i’ll generally refrain from details other than to bitch and moan that I WISH I WERE FREE. i want to be rich godammit, is this too much to ask? why do i have to work? why can’t god make money fall out of the sky along with some really clean, fresh penis? that’d be nice. i really don’t think that’s too much to ask.

anyhoo, today i have a gazillion pieces of shit to do that have nothing to do with the fun things i’d like to focus on. like booking my hotel room at the W in San Francisco for the last week in July so I can go to the Romance Writers of America national conference. i’ve registered! i’ve also registered for the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter, which is dedicated to hot and steamy romance, whether it’s full on erotic or not. there’s a PI party the week of the conference, so this shall be my chance to network.

i’m kinda scared but pleased. this puts me on the hot plate to finish my dirty porn novel. it’s actually a high class escort porn novel, there’s good grammar and everything, but you know, it sounds more dirty when i sleazify it, which makes me get a little … excited.

i attempted to start an erotica writing group here in the South Bay but no one paid any attention to the last two calls on Craigslist except one lone lawyer who’m i shall attempt to guide. he sent me a chapter of his work and it’s shite, it makes no sense, but hopefully we’ll clean the mess up and make it worth reading someday. so he and i will meet for 90 min every 3 weeks and see where things go from there. i’ll send him my stuff and hope for the best. it’s probably pointless but it’s good to get another POV on it. no, S, i’m not ready to share it with you yet, it is not up to par.

in other news, I’ve got 3 weeks left on my Excellence is No Accident psychology class. I’m behind on reading, but thank god the class isn’t long. I’m now looking into taking writing classes online, especially for Romance, at the Gotham Writer’s Workshop (I had no idea they existed, only just last night found out). They offer a paid mentorship program so I sent a query.

i’m falling asleep as i write this which is a sign i should stop. S, i am so fucking jealous of you and your FREE DAYS ON END. i could sleep all day if i wanted and go to the gym for 4 hours a day, like you! no fair! share!