2010

[hmmnmm]

Been sippin wine and reminiscing.
Lit sure is a crazy place. Crazy in a good way. Swear. No other site in all the internet has succeeded in hitching its possessive cuffs around my wrists than has Lit. So much here. So much that gets in my mind to think about, though I seldom come out and state what I think, because I'm really not sure, and what I think at any given moment is subject to change; always info incoming. I know, by now, after five years, I'm no porn writer. It's definitely a talent/art/gift I just never seemed to get a handle on. But I still like to mess around, you know... and I guess the leeway allowed on Lit is a big positive to someone who likes to mess around. That's probably it, the cuffs. Test stuff out. Sometimes something almost hits a mark, sometimes the something totally bombs. Thing is, it isn't set in stone: you can delete it, set it aside, mess with it, resubmit... that's a selling point tough to argue with.

Anyway, Best Wishes to all, and personally I'm anticipating a fine 2010. I wish an equally fine year to all here.
Ah, the fireworks...

 

[CMatthews]

ditto

 

[TE999]

Happy New Year, dude.

 

[Guest]

Happy New Year, dude.

I second (or third, or fourth) the notion. Happy new year!

 

[hmmnmm]

Gorged on taters and chops, and chased it with wine, and been watching b&w Twilight Zones. Gentle snowfall outside. On the quiet side, but peace and haven's got its good points. Suppose there's folks partying and carousing. Maybe next year, here. For tonight, breathe a contented sigh, recall the earlier realization that life is really quite good. Few complaints. There were once a multitude of complaints. Yet even with those complaints rendered null, seems there's something in some of us that seeks out something to complain about anyway; usually something that isn't worth the energy. Fade the violins here...

 

[JackLuis]

Spring and Elections are just around the corner. I'll welcome Spring.

 

[hmmnmm]

Well of course, if a lush green lawn suddenly appeared where there is now snow... sure, that'd be dandy, but that is not to be for quite a while. Good way to gain appreciation for what may not express immediate outward beauty but which offers measures of comfort nonetheless. Partly joking there, because I honestly love the winter. The hibernation. The visuals. Tight house, woodstove heat... yeah, year's starting out quite nice already.

 

[English Lady]

Happy New Year, Sweet soup seller! *grins*

 

[vrosej10]

Gorged on taters and chops, and chased it with wine, and been watching b&w Twilight Zones. Gentle snowfall outside. On the quiet side, but peace and haven's got its good points. Suppose there's folks partying and carousing. Maybe next year, here. For tonight, breathe a contented sigh, recall the earlier realization that life is really quite good. Few complaints. There were once a multitude of complaints. Yet even with those complaints rendered null, seems there's something in some of us that seeks out something to complain about anyway; usually something that isn't worth the energy. Fade the violins here...

Happy New Year dude! Can I come to your place? It is miserably hot and humid here. I am sitting right next to a fan and I am still hot and sticky and not in the good way.

 

[hmmnmm]

Happy New Year, Sweet soup seller! *grins*

Oh but this is soup offered for the happiness of all mankind... a service.

 

[hmmnmm]

Happy New Year dude! Can I come to your place? It is miserably hot and humid here. I am sitting right next to a fan and I am still hot and sticky and not in the good way.

ah, heat and humidity... sounds unreal from here.
and if you're hot and sticky now, but not in a good way, sooner or later things are bound to turn around so they will be good, which means you'll still be hot and sticky but in a very good way. Eh? Or we could talk of honest, wholesome trade: a blast of cool air from here for you, a touch of humid sticky heat from... there? Whoosh!

 

[Verdad]

Been sippin wine and reminiscing.
Lit sure is a crazy place. Crazy in a good way. Swear. No other site in all the internet has succeeded in hitching its possessive cuffs around my wrists than has Lit. So much here. So much that gets in my mind to think about, though I seldom come out and state what I think, because I'm really not sure, and what I think at any given moment is subject to change; always info incoming. I know, by now, after five years, I'm no porn writer. It's definitely a talent/art/gift I just never seemed to get a handle on. But I still like to mess around, you know... and I guess the leeway allowed on Lit is a big positive to someone who likes to mess around. That's probably it, the cuffs. Test stuff out. Sometimes something almost hits a mark, sometimes the something totally bombs. Thing is, it isn't set in stone: you can delete it, set it aside, mess with it, resubmit... that's a selling point tough to argue with.

Anyway, Best Wishes to all, and personally I'm anticipating a fine 2010. I wish an equally fine year to all here.
Ah, the fireworks...

Wheee, it's you! Happy New Year!

Some January 1, here. We always watch the broadcast of the Vienna New Year's concert but today we slept right through it. I blame the bubbly.

Some archival Strauss will have to do—happy hangover, everyone.

 

[hmmnmm]

Wheee, it's you! Happy New Year!

Some January 1, here. We always watch the broadcast of the Vienna New Year's concert but today we slept right through it. I blame the bubbly.

Some archival Strauss will have to do—happy hangover, everyone.

Wheee! is right, and oui oui, the hangover certainly seems happier than me, but that's okay because after today it's gonna have to seek another body, because this is the year I buckle down and get serious. Gonna build something. Something big. Something where every word counts though may not be necessarily very meaningful. Concern with erotica a very low priority, but it could appear here and there, though maybe not necessarily pornographically obvious. Something that someone could enter into at almost any place; could certainly start at the beginning, or the middle, or near the end, and jump around, do it however they want; grab a paragraph or two and chew on it or take it along for the day. Come back home, put it back, maybe grab a couple different paragraphs the next day. Or maybe even put it all away for a week, month, year... it's there if it's needed. Of course I know it's assuming a lot to suppose anyone out there would enjoy the experience as much as I would enjoy building it... and for sure, it's one thing to think about building and another to actually do it, because it is work, just plain old-fashioned hard work.... but that's the kind of stuff that gets my insides excited. And of course, a New Year's Day hangover doesn't really permit any building work, but it's good for sitting at the window, taking in the seasonally harmonious snowfall, imagine what it'd be like to touch something hot and sticky.

 

[Verdad]

Wheee! is right, and oui oui, the hangover certainly seems happier than me, but that's okay because after today it's gonna have to seek another body, because this is the year I buckle down and get serious. Gonna build something. Something big. Something where every word counts though may not be necessarily very meaningful. Concern with erotica a very low priority, but it could appear here and there, though maybe not necessarily pornographically obvious. Something that someone could enter into at almost any place; could certainly start at the beginning, or the middle, or near the end, and jump around, do it however they want; grab a paragraph or two and chew on it or take it along for the day. Come back home, put it back, maybe grab a couple different paragraphs the next day. Or maybe even put it all away for a week, month, year... it's there if it's needed. Of course I know it's assuming a lot to suppose anyone out there would enjoy the experience as much as I would enjoy building it... and for sure, it's one thing to think about building and another to actually do it, because it is work, just plain old-fashioned hard work.... but that's the kind of stuff that gets my insides excited. And of course, a New Year's Day hangover doesn't really permit any building work, but it's good for sitting at the window, taking in the seasonally harmonious snowfall, imagine what it'd be like to touch something hot and sticky.

Laughing. Creative excitement suits you! I'm trying not to start with any grandiose plans, but I'm already getting the January nervousness to start something, however small. Finishing a few out of a dozen halfway-read books I've piled up should be a start, though.

 

[hmmnmm]

Laughing. Creative excitement suits you! I'm trying not to start with any grandiose plans, but I'm already getting the January nervousness to start something, however small. Finishing a few out of a dozen halfway-read books I've piled up should be a start, though.

Well there's certainly worse ways to kick off a new year than giving somebody a reason to laugh. Sounds like you get sidetracked easy? I completely understand. For the life of me I don't know what it is that causes the doing of the exact opposite of whatever was planned, sometimes with great inner fervor. You know what I mean? Finishing stuff. Perpetual dilemma. Maybe the awareness that there's certainly something wrong, but if all the wrongs were fixed, there would be nothing to put a tool to, work on. Don't know. Just guessing. Maybe it's something best left unanswered. Heh.