The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I keep hoping I get my eye back. But I'm afraid, in the end, I'll have to re-up the one on my profile, which isn't me but a stock photo from Adobe Stock. I might have been transmatted, telaported, or even wire-transferred,

Looks like your avatar didn't make it. I thought it was back. You sure it wasn't a DeLorean with a flux capacitor that you had accidentally used and not a transporter?
 
As an oversight, I left voting enabled on my WIWAW essay about Mom, etc. It was my lowest rated story by 0.02, but I didn't really count it because it's not a story.

Someone 5*'d it this afternoon. Don't know why. If there's a comment to go with it then maybe that will show up later. That vote moved the score up by 0.04, so it's no longer my lowest-rated anything. Instead, Mom, etc is back to being tied for my lowest rating.
 
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I am proud to say that I finally finished my draft of my Dominatrix story Mistress Natasha. It still needs some significant rework, but this has been the biggest fight for any story I have actually managed to finish a full draft of. I am going to let it sit for a while and read more the greatest stories from Emily's thread. And hopefully read some more of @NuclearFairy Neptune's Blessing.

Another nice August day. I will get to sit out writing on my screen porch until it gets too hot to be comfortable this afternoon. The forest starts a few feet from the deck and the the two feeders (one hummingbird, one with seeds) on the deck are attracting pretty much non-stop visitors. Life is good.
 
My avatar is back. Luckily, I found the backup on an old USB drive and was able to reload it. Now my avatar is the same on both sides ...

There's a fresh pot of coffee going and the teapot is hot. There are donuts and chocolate chip cookies on the counter for those with a sweet tooth.

My story is coming along and I like where it's going. My Muse and I seem to be on the same page lately ...
 
I brought in cucumbers, jalapenos, tomatoes and sweet corn. That sounds like the recipe for a spicy summer salad. It needs a tart sauce, or a saucy tart, one or the other. It was the second picking of the corn, so I cut the stalks down and laid them on the bed to dry. I'll shred them and dig them back into the soil. Fall cucumbers will go into part of the same area.

I need to plant nursery pots with cucumbers and get out today to buy a high-N fertilizer and a few cubic feet of composted manure. Also need to figure out irrigation for the cucumbers.

The Broncos first pre-season game is this evening.

I'm pantsing my WIP more than I have anything for quite a while, and I'm finding a problem with pantsing. I have a few story elements that seemed like good ideas when I put them in. Now I need to take them out because they didn't go anywhere. I need to go back and fatten up the one that did go somewhere,
 
I brought in cucumbers, jalapenos, tomatoes and sweet corn. That sounds like the recipe for a spicy summer salad.

Recalls the veggie platter I had at our local Mex place. By the time I finished it, it seemed like it was all jalapeños. It was the hottest thing I've had in my life, tears and everything. But it was REALLY good! Quoting our son, it would kill most of their gringo customers!

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Some years ago I accompanied two women from EPA's regional office in Dallas on a tour of Santo Domingo (now Kewa) Pueblo, and Laguna Pueblo. It was a learning experience, for several reasons.

The Governor of Santo Domingo Pueblo (speaking ceremonially in Keres) pretty much invited them to not come back. I didn't get the same warning, and I've never really understood why.

We had lunch at the Laguna Pueblo community center (just a sandwich using native oven bread), and each plate came with a de-seeded half of a jalapeno. I ate mine. The younger of the women took a small bite and pronounced it inedible. The other nibbled the end and threw it down. She was in tears. I think she psyched herself out. The heat is in the placental ribs (what the seeds attach to). The end has no ribs. It would taste about like a green pepper.
 
I woke with a slight re-imagination of my WIP in mind, thought about it for a while, and got up early.

The re-imagined version can be folded into the current scene without a lot of trouble. It'll complicate the dialog, but that's probably a good thing. The dialog was a little lame.

I see a nap in my future.
 
Another troubled night of sleep. I was looking at the full moon sitting just above the horizon, wondering how many more I would see before shuffling off this mortal coil ...

In any event, there's coffee to be brewed and a teapot to heat up. There are various pastries on the counter and a chocolate mayonnaise cake for those who like chocolate ...

I'll be over in the corner trying not to get bogged down in the details of the investigation as I write my story, Expect to hear cries of annoyance and displeasure as I work through it ...
 
Another troubled night of sleep. I was looking at the full moon sitting just above the horizon, wondering how many more I would see before shuffling off this mortal coil ...
I hope you enjoy every one, CK.

In any event, there's coffee to be brewed and a teapot to heat up. There are various pastries on the counter and a chocolate mayonnaise cake for those who like chocolate ...

I'll be over in the corner trying not to get bogged down in the details of the investigation as I write my story, Expect to hear cries of annoyance and displeasure as I work through it ...
My expressions are usually exasperated grunts, with the too-frequent push back and walk away.

There's a few days left before the start of the Summer Lovin' contest. I never intended my story to be part of the first-day crush, but I'd like to get it done sooner than later.
 
My WIWAW essay for Mom, etc has now gained a favorite. That's one (1) favorite. I'm not complaining, I just don't understand why someone would favorite it.
 
Pardon my ignorance but what is a WIWAW essay? Perhaps Whidbey Island Writers Association of Wankers? Please help!

I did google it thats why I had to embellish the Whidbey thing.
What I Wrote and Why. @StillStunned led us into writing them a few months ago. They're a way of explaining your story to people who've read it, a way of promoting your story, and (in my case) a way to let potential readers know what they were getting into. My hope was that it would steer away readers who found it offensive.

I posted my essay two days after the story went live and I saw the need for it. It might have worked better for me had I published the essay first and linked it at the beginning of the story.
 
I've been gone for weeks and weeks and comeback to find my picture on the forum is gone. I can't find where you load it here, so I'm assuming (always dangerous) that is the same upload as on my Literotica profile. I go there and reloaded it, but didn't get cropped the same. But it'll be days before it changes there and in the meantime, I'm faceless here. HUM!
 
There are various pastries on the counter and a chocolate mayonnaise cake for those who like chocolate ...

Thanks for the coffee. About to reach bottom on my final cup of the day. Need to avoid the sweets. Have an appointment next week with the doc. I strongly suspect she's going to tell me to lay off the sweets and carbs, and get more exercise. I have the numbers from the blood test last week, and while 99% are very good, it's the remaining 1% that is damning and hints of problems on the horizon. I knew this was coming, but that is no solace. Getting old sucks sometimes.

Just uploaded another tale in the Barstow series. My edu-guess is live on Tuesday.

Need to get off my tush and upload the 12 chapters in the next installment of the Off Campus series, which hasn't been updated in over two years, but has been mostly done since then. Hope Laurel doesn't hate me for dumping it all on her all at once. There's some pressure to do this, as the crossover I wrote bridging the two doesn't make a lot of sense without both being mostly current.
 
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