Update and a new ditty

I've been gone quite awhile. I left for a two week vacation to Michigan, which has turned into quite an adventure, considering I am currently in Texas. Sorry for the delay in writing/blogging, but frankly I've just been having too much fun. I will blog more in the up coming weeks, especially starting in August as my vacation won't be officially over until then. :( I have been writing, only a few pages here and there, but progress is progress and I look forward to getting back to my daily goal of 4 pages.

here is a little ditty I wrote while on vacation. The characters intrigue me and I look forward to seeing what hilarity ensues, because I assure you, it will.

Suzanne, never having been graced with an orgasm, is a control freak. One might think she would don a tightly wound bun or prim collars, but they would be sorely mistaken. Sue exudes eccentricity with her long flowing skirts, tattoos, brightly decorated toenails and charm dangling hairwrap.

Suzanne is not what we would call a fuddy duddy.

Goes to show what we know.

Philosophically Sue is a master, a mind boggling source of information on any topic, all relating to the deeper thoughts of what man is, on why man is here. She can discuss sex, drugs, rock and roll, metaphysics, rocket science, evolution, creationism, Buddhism, Hinduism, the merits of homemade play dough verses brand name and whether the newest celebrity marriage will last. She can do this all while sewing a quilt by hand, playing the stock market and running her Fortune 500 company.

But even for all that, Sue is not happy. She does not consider herself accomplished.

She has never had an orgasm.

***

The waves lapped against Suzanne’s body with the rhythm of something sinful and sweaty. The constant barrage on places left virtually untouched by anyone save herself left Sue a tingling feeling dancing across the surface of her skin. Her bathing suit, a simple one piece with a bright sarong lying on the chaise lounge poolside, hid all the necessities and yet accentuated her trim waist, long legs and ample bosom.

Blonde hair floating around her serene face, eyes closed, and a small smile playing upon her lips was how Griggs found her. Griggs was enchanted from the get go, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Who is Mr. Griggs? Why does he go by his last name and what in tarnation was he doing by the poolside this one afternoon? Simply it all comes down to a case of mistaken identity. Neither Mr. Griggs nor Suzanne know who they truly are. Let’s start at the beginning shall we?

Mr. Griggs is a miracle baby. He was born of a fifty year old mother who never believing herself capable of having children, was quite shocked to find her willy nilly sexual ways had finally caught up with her. At the ripe age of thirty, Mr. Griggs dealt with an eighty year old mother who frankly, we’d like to say was a tad bit more sane in her earlier life, but that would be a lie. Mr. Grigg’s mother, while not as mad as a hatter, certainly had a different way about her, combine that with the natural oddness that comes over a person as they age and Mr. Griggs has had his hands full.


A tribute to my cross country trip.