I am published in a magazine!

That's right, I am published in an online magazine! It is pretty exciting. I have things published across the internet through Demand Studios and other sites like that. But have an article in a magazine feels more official.

Follow the link below to Sloane Magazine & enjoy! My article begins on page 111. It is a wonderful magazine filled with recipes, travel, books, fashion, etc. You will love it!

http://www.sloanemag.com

My Muse

One thousand lives
inside her eyes
so deep
so stunning
breathlessly
I gaze upon her
bewitched by her beauty.
Possessor of a charm
no other being
has been able to
emulate - though
they desperately try.
Drunk on her presence,
I write
I dance
I become
no longer myself
transported to some
other level of life.
She opens the door
to my soul
healing this wounded wreckage.
She pours into me
this elixir -
her very self.
As she tilts her head
that all-knowing smile
alights upon her face
her eyes twinkle
and I know
I know
I can do anything.


(about my niece - seeing her for the 1st time)
(March 2006)

The First Time

The first time I can remember having a sex dream, I was in my early twenties. I woke up thinking, "Okay, that was weird!" It wasn't that the sex was weird, just the person I was having sex with was not the person one would expect in a twenty year old's sex dreams. More amazing is the fact that this man shows up in my dreams repeatedly. One time is odd, Two times is a little weird, but more than five times is just downright bizarre. And he is extremely sexy and sensual every time.

Don't get me wrong; I love this actor. He just isn't the Hollywood stereotype of sexy. Most of my friends discuss Brad Pitt or Gerard Butler marching into their dreams, all muscled and oily, and sweeping them off their feet. My friend Delisa recounts her nightly encounters with Colin Farrell. I hear relays of hot and heavy dreams starring another friend and Richard Gere. But when they turn to me and ask about my sex dreams, I don't know what to say. Should I admit to them that I don't lust after the hunky studs of Hollywood? Do I deny the fact that I actually have these saucy dreams at all?

I remember having a wall of pictures of hotties in my freshman dorm room: the "I'd-Fuck-'em-if-I-Met-'em" wall. Even then, over fifteen years ago, I had a somewhat peculiar idea of "hot." Then men on my wall included: Jack Nicholson (even though he's probably slept with half of the Hollywood women), Michael Keaton (it was the year of Batman!), Mel Gibson (before he went cuckoo), Michael Douglas (Basic Instinct and all those other sexy movies he did came out that year), Harrison Ford (when he was at the top of his game), Kevin Costner (Dances with Wolves, Costner - yum!), and Sean Connery (do I really need a reason?). I have never been attracted to the "pretty boy" look of the Tom Cruises or Brad Pitts. Even in the non-Hollywood men in "real" life, I have a different view of sexy. If I had a wall of pictures now, I would have even more somewhat odd choices: Bruce Willis (love the scruffy baldness), Terry O'Quinn (John Locke on Lost - another scruffy baldy), Patrick Stewart (hhmmmm - another bald man), Ed Harris (YUM - gorgeous blue eyes - oh, yeah, and a bald head!) and Christopher Meloni (Elliot Stabler on Law & Order: SVU - and fittingly near bald!) I don't know when my interests changed to include primarily bald men. But my dream lover is not bald at all. In fact, his hair is part of what makes him, well - him.

My nightly visitor is not on any Top-10 lists of Hollywood hunks, and I don't know if he is a great catch. He has never done any nude scenes in movies; I don't think he has even had a minor love scene. He states that his website is, "The Web's 660,943,817,855,213rd Hottest Destination." His sense of humor is his trademark. Impeccable timing and intelligent wit come naturally to him. On top of his comic genius, he is an amazing writer and musician. Maybe that's what attracted my sub-conscious to him. Come to think of it, maybe I fell in love with his brain! Underneath the comedic persona, my amore de la noche has an intelligence to die for. And along with that intelligence, comes a darker, depressed personal side that is rarely seen in public. But I wonder what put this prolific, intense, comedic genius of a man into my head in the first place. Sure, I have seen all of his movie, but that isn't odd. Nearly everyone in the free world has seen all of his movies. I only started reading his novels and plays after he starred in 4-5 dreams. He is never in gossip columns and rarely does interviews so not too much of his personal life is make common knowledge.

I wonder what would happen if I ever get the chance to meet him face to face. Would I be dumbstruck at his celebrity? Or would I blush, remembering the wild and passionate love we have made for the past fifteen years. Would he give me a nod and a wink - somehow knowing I fantasize about him on a near regular basis? Now my mind wanders to imagine us meeting and becoming friends; of course we would instantly become close friends due to our "history" together. Could I tell him about our encounters? The night we flew in a private jet from L.A. to Chattanooga, TN because he wanted to meet my friends, joining the Mile High Club en route. The time we cuddled on the couch, after our marathon game of Scrabble, watching television, my head in his lap, him stroking my hair. Oh, and of course I could never forget the time he brought me to the Academy Awards but he couldn't sit with me since he was hosting the show. That was okay since I sat next to Jack Nicholson and Tom Hanks. We would laugh and laugh and laugh remembering all those good times.

I like the anonymity we have now. Meeting him might ruin the him in my dreams. I want to keep him there, waiting on a shelf of dreams. Wedged between the loud nightmares of being attacked by Jaws and the quieter fantasies of my longed-for life as a wife and soccer mom. For now, I move aside the pile of broken dreams and stacks of fractured fairytales. He waits patiently for his turn in the cycle of my dreams. Sitting on a stool, banjo on his knee, blank paper and a pen on a music stand next to him, my midnight lover, Steve Martin, waits.

Introduction

Welcome to my writing space.

I have been spending this past year as a freelance writer. I've taken classes, read the books, and now it's time to put my money where my mouth is...or to put my words where my pen is.

I am using this site to post writing clips from some of my freelance writing jobs, in addition to posting my essays and short stories. People have been telling me I should be writing since I can remember. Now I am finally doing it.

I have a book of prompts to get me out of the block I've had lately. In addition to that, if anyone has any topic, prompt, or idea for me, shoot me an email and I will use it.

Come with me on my writing journey. I think it is going to be a really wild roller coaster. So buckle up, keep your hands inside the width of your keyboard, and let's go!