Writing Goal for the Day?

We had a Catholic wedding but not a mass, as my husband is not Catholic. Well, he's not anything officially. I've had the kids baptized, but that's it. I like a lot of the stuff -- I mean, what's so bad about being nice to people -- but I can't trust the institution anymore. There's other stuff, but that's probably it in a nutshell.

The priest we saw in VA for the pre-marital counseling was, um, staunch. Not pleased with us living together. (Also a convert and an ex-Marine.) The priest who married us in NJ, was an older Irish gentleman, and never blinked at anything.
 
We had a Catholic wedding but not a mass, as my husband is not Catholic. Well, he's not anything officially. I've had the kids baptized, but that's it. I like a lot of the stuff -- I mean, what's so bad about being nice to people -- but I can't trust the institution anymore. There's other stuff, but that's probably it in a nutshell.

The priest we saw in VA for the pre-marital counseling was, um, staunch. Not pleased with us living together. (Also a convert and an ex-Marine.) The priest who married us in NJ, was an older Irish gentleman, and never blinked at anything.

There are plenty of nice sincere people there. Unfortunately some of their practices are very outdated. Those they do not want to change but they keep trying to redefine what is and is not sin. Including the latest that there may not be a devil.

The church is failing badly because of this and of course stories like that bishop in Kansas covering up for his Priests with child porn on his computer is what everyone hears about.
 
Read a graphic memoir of Treblinka. The Devil is definitely real.
 
Read a graphic memoir of Treblinka. The Devil is definitely real.

I think it is safe to say that I am the last person here who needs to be told the Devil is real. I talk to him every day. It's called prayer. The majority of alleged Christians should try doing sometimes for other reasons than they just want something.
 
I think it is safe to say that I am the last person here who needs to be told the Devil is real. I talk to him every day. It's called prayer. The majority of alleged Christians should try doing sometimes for other reasons than they just want something.

You make Satan seem like a parent who wants to be his kids best friend.
 
You make Satan seem like a parent who wants to be his kids best friend.

Not at all, Satan gives nothing. All he is the black flame, a power source that can be tapped and used. He does not give he just helps you take.

Christian prayer is founded on supplication, on asking.

Satanism is based on simply deciding what you want and taking it. It's all there for us. Anything we want, it is our birthright. but there are surprisingly few who believe they are worthy or strong enough they rely on an a deity who allegedly cares for them.
 
Got the Dirk Hessian manuscript to the publisher last night and a short story off to edit. Now to tackle the last throes of a coauthored Shabbu manuscript build.
 
Still fixing R&B7.

However, I was at the library with PennGirl this morning and I found a Rachel Gibson novel. I am iffy on Gibson -- she writes reasonably well, but she writes about hockey and hockey players and I've been skeptical ever since reading about a 'three-minute penalty.' Anyway, in this book, the heroine is reminiscing about being in a club in Vegas and "moving her butt to Jack Johnson."

Seriously? Jack Johnson music in a night club? I have a few of Johnson's albums, and about the last thing they'd inspire me to to is move my butt. He doesn't write dance music. Sheesh.
 
Started on the mother/son story I began last night. I was then struck by a vision of a BDSM threesome. It was not the first time, and I planned it on being my next story. But I find I can't get this image out of my head.

So I closed the mother son and started this one early. I've only been at it an hour and have a decent amount done.

I am coming see my muse as a mistress, and like some of the R/L one's I've had a demanding one. So from now on it is simply "yes mistress" and I'll follow along.
 
Ugh, edits, ugh.

So thanks to sr71plt and the "how to resubmit" I decided to re-read over the three stories I put up that were meh in my opinion, just one last time - since one was in the wrong place not by my doing, and because people really enjoyed them. The least I could do is strive for perfection.

My goal is to finish the third tonight.

Ugh. There goes the hobby... :)
 
Funny how as you change one chapter, more things need to change in the next... luckily cut and paste is easy for keeping things for future reference.
 
Funny how as you change one chapter, more things need to change in the next... luckily cut and paste is easy for keeping things for future reference.

I love copy and paste. I use it often to drag names down a page, so I don't have to keep scrolling back to find them.
 
Edit the first 5000 or so words of a new story - and I'll do it by reading aloud. That seemed to work pretty well last time (at least for the parts I could read before the kids got home from school). Then if all goes well, and I feel better then I'll add more to the 5000 and continue trudging along.
 
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Edit the first 5000 or so words of a new story - and I'll do it by reading aloud. That seemed to work pretty well last time (at least for the parts I could read before the kids got home from school). Then if all goes well, and I feel better then I'll add more to the 5000 and continue trudging along.

Do you the dialogue aloud in accents? ...I do... :)
 
Do you the dialogue aloud in accents? ...I do... :)

I do if my character has a southern twang; it's really the only one I can pull off, since I spent 8 years in Tennessee. Otherwise most all my characters (in my head) speak a clear dialect of Northieness (a new word for my growing Literotica dictionary - need to toss that thread up in the PG sometime).

Northieness - A term used to describe Red's Indiana Northern accent.
 
Writing goal for the day? None. Zilch. Too much going on. Choir concerts. Orchestra concerts. And a dead refrigerator. Meeting the repairman this afternoon. No writing. No editing. No beta-reading. No housekeeping, either, so the house is a wreck. Sigh.

And why was there ICE on my windshield this morning???
 
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