You know how it is. You’re hanging around the house in your briefs, all alone and feeling a bit horny. Next thing you know, you’re slipping your hand inside your undies, and nature takes its course. A-h-h-h-h . . . the wonders of masturbation. Why do they call it “self-abuse”, anyway?
I rose pretty early this morning; I hit the beach at 7:30 for my three-mile walk along the shore. The tide was high, which doesn’t make for a good walking surface, but at least the temperature was bearable, and my swim in the Gulf afterward was pleasant.
I just spent two hours performed my final edits on my new YA novel, and now it’s ready for my editor’s final blessing. This has been a huge project, taking almost a year from preparing the first draft to completing the editing process and cover design. I’m super excited about the book’s potential. Oh, and I should mention that I publish my YA novels under a different name than Delacroix, as they are not sexually explicit books; they’re intended for teenagers.
I’m not sure what I’ll do with the rest of my day. My boyfriend has the day off, so when he gets out of bed (He worked late last night.) we’ll decide. It’s too damned hot to play golf or do anything else outdoors, but maybe we’ll go out for lunch or do something nice for ourselves.
Have a nice Thursday, everyone.