May 28th, 2008. Florida.
Dear Diary Post #3,
I think the lines between him and me are growing more blurred. The separate identity I carved out is still there, but I’ve reached an equilibrium in the way I come forward. It’s not always necessary to use the entire body, just the fingers and sometimes the mouth. And let’s face it, what other part of the male body do you really need? I used his fingers to write chapter 14 of my novel over the holiday weekend. I was quite pleased because this was the first time I did extensive writing at home, rather than at his workplace. The novel is up to 35,000 words and working on the next chapter this week. I figure if I can keep a pace of 4,000 words a week, I’ll be fine.
I cannot match his production though without drastic measures and those would probably not be warranted. Unless he quits his job, which of course means no money and thus no house, no food, etc, etc. So the whole starving artist routine is not going to happen. Little progress on my memoir, I’m waiting to get re energized with that book and to get it edited by others. With the economy the way it is, that may be years down the road, if ever. I’m scrimping my pennies to be able to self-publish, but that will be even longer. Unless I sell my body, but that’s illegal. But buying dinner and a movie in exchange for sex is not.
As you’ve noted I’m not answering comments here on my blog. I read each and every one and I thank you most kindly for your time and effort in reading. I send out emails once in awhile, but the reality is, I’m not logged on as me very often, except to send out chapters of my novel to my writers group. But I do think of you with fondness and gratitude.
This week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt is Blurred, Illegal, Match.