Commitment

First off, I hope everyone had a lovely Mother’s Day.

I had a lazy weekend for the most part. I did housework, but I also worked on world-building for a series I’m trying to kick off the ground. It’s going to be cool and I can hardly wait to hear what others think about it because oh the hopes I have! It’s amazing what a little excitement means to my overall feelings of optimism. I’m not the optimistic type, in case you didn’t know. I prefer grim, stark reality to wishing and hoping for the best. Reality is me thinking this thing is going to tank hard and I’ll be wearing the imprint of hitting the ground on my face forever.

We’ll see. Right now I’m too caffeine deprived to muster up much enthusiasm for anything but sleep.

But that isn’t even the purpose of today’s post. Nope, today is about commitment. Something I think I might have a little trouble with. You see, I realized today marks seven years I’ve been at my present Evil Day Job. It’s the seventh anniversary of the day I walked through the doors and sat at a desk, not my official date because I started as a temp. Sure, things have changed since that day. I’ve been promoted to a position that has convinced several coworkers that I’m a spy. Which I’m totally not. I don’t have time for that sneaky bullshit. I’m a busy person, y’all.

Yet the more I sit here thinking about my job and the fact that this is the only company I’ve worked at for longer than six years…yeah, I’m feeling the urge to move on. Is it the seven-year itch? Or just a misplaced belief that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence? However, just because there’s an urge doesn’t mean I’m going to follow it. That’s where being a “responsible adult” comes into play.

I can’t just pick up and quit my job. I have responsibilities. I want to buy a house, become debt free, put money away for an early retirement. By the way, is 40 too young to retire? I don’t have a chance in hell of retiring that soon, but it’s a dream of mine. Retired at 45! How awesome would that be? I could write full-time, go to conferences…*sigh* Okay, so sometimes I find myself hoping and dreaming of things that’ll never happen. I’m a writer. Go figure.

Anyway, seven years. SEVEN YEARS. Working for one company. I shudder and I try to forget about it. It’s a job, not a lifetime commitment, right? I can leave anytime I want. Right? *whimper* Okay, so it’s probably a good thing I’m not married. I like my freedom a little too much to be tied up that way. Unless Gerard Butler finally decides he’s going to stop being stubborn and see Cajun is the way to go. Then we’ll see.

Meh, that’s enough rambling. I need more coffee.

Happy Monday y’all

Men In Review 3

I didn’t forget! How could I? It’s FRIDAY!! Wooo-hoo! That’s one thing you miss when you’re at a conference/convention. You have no idea what day it is. I can’t tell y’all how many times Lea and I would say “What day is it again?” because time really has no meaning unless you have a party/signing/workshop to attend. Most of the time, I’m all in la-la mode, or absolute talk-your-ear-off mode when I’m at a conference. That’s just how I roll.

I’m going to try to squeeze as many sexy men into today’s post as possible. I didn’t realize I’d interviewed so many! Now I have to ask that you not drool until the last man has been reviewed. Also, let me know which one you prefer. I might even go so far as to post a vote on the Cabal of Hotness blog at the end of this month. Hm, not a bad idea! So without further ado…

Magic Brian:

Danica: What’s your favorite sexual position?
Brian: I’m calling it the crab, she’s on her back and I’m sitting up, my legs under hers and hers over mine so I can get deep and really nail her Gspot.
Danica: Whoa, Nelly! And that sound would be the collective “thud” as every woman hits the floor in a dead swoon. And look y’all, he’ll even cook for you after…And yup, there goes the thudding again.

Does anyone else find it a little warm in here?

Caveman Austin:

Danica: What’s your favorite kink?
Austin: I really like to please a girl. However, its the most fun when I get to please them in ways they didn’t even know they wanted to be pleased.
Danica: One sec while I pick my jaw up off the floor. “In ways they didn’t even know they wanted to be pleased…” Now that’s a loaded statement if I ever heard one! What do y’all think he means?

I’m still trying to imagine all the ways I’ve never known I wanted to be pleased. Which is a lot harder than you’d think. You know? *stops rambling*

Ted:

Danica: What do you have going on right now?
Ted: Right now I’m currently in NYC. Going to casting, about to do some new shoots, start acting classes. I never have a workout partner so I’m hiring a videographer to film me in the gym. I’m about to be o nyoutube. Make sure to check me out and subscribe to my channel BryantFit. It’s not going to be like them other boring fitness models’ videos. It’s going to be some sick information and serious motivational like vidoes and I’m crunk! Think you’ll really like it.
Danica: Everyone got that right? He’s going to be on youtube. YOUTUBE

I still need to check out his channel. And no, that isn’t a euphemism for anything. I swearz!

Caveman Mark:

Danica: What is your favorite position? 

Mark: Um, can I just show you??…LOL Here’s the thing, if the chemistry is right, they all should be your favorite!!
Danica: For a moment there, it felt as though I might have hit the floor…

Yowsa.

Caveman De Angelo:

Danica: What kind of woman are you most drawn to sexually?
De Angelo: Personality is very important, what’s inside a person counts.
Danica: And there was a collective sigh as millions (okay hundreds) of women fell in love with De Angelo. And now imagine him saying that in his Italian accent.

I’m sighing. Again.

Cherokee:

Danica: What’s your favorite kink? Yes, sexually.
Cherokee: I love an aggressive woman. I wouldn’t object to being spanked.
Danica: I know a lot of ladies who have belts, paddles and their hands ready to help him out. *cough*

Okay, fess up. Who wants to give this bad boy a spanking?

We’re starting up with new men next week. I hope. I have to hunt some more down. Le sigh. The life of an erotic romance writer is so difficult!

Hair of the Dog

I feel like such a bad blogger because I forgot to play a song last week for What’s Playing Wednesday. It doesn’t matter that I was at a convention. I need to plan ahead for these things!

Today is day 2 of life back in the “real” world. You know, the one where people don’t know me as Danica, where they wouldn’t understand if I suddenly lost track of conversations because the muse hits me upside the head with an idea and they have no idea what I mean when I say “I’ll electrocute your nipples”. Yeah, the real world. It sucks.

I really just wanted to go back to bed this morning. It doesn’t seem right to be jealous of pets, but I was. Both of those punks woke me up, made me feed them, let them do their thing and then they went back to sleep. What did I have to do? Get up and get ready for work because someone has to bring home the Kibbles n’ Bits. And that would be me. Of course, harkening back to the Ellora’s Cave party on Wednesday night, I have said on more than one occasion that “I will sell ass on the side of the road if I have to. Not my ass of course, but I have no problem selling yours. Or the cat’s or dog’s asses.” (I do, I just talk a good game.)

Anyway, today seemed like a perfect day to play Nazareth’s Hair of the Dog. I could use a little hair of the dog to get through the day, but that would require going back to Kansas City and I don’t think I want to do the security thing again. By the way, Jose from Da Hood (Cave Chaos radio) apparently has a thing about his nipples. Hence the “I’ll electrocute your nipples” thing.

Okay, I’m finished with my pointless ramblings. I need more coffee. Enjoy this while I start up a coffee drip straight to my veins.

Oh! And because I’m feeling cranky, let me tell you about Robert Friggin’ Quill. What? You’ve never heard of him? Well he’s an artist. Kind of like the Dread Pirate Roberts, except he doesn’t have a ship. I think. I didn’t see a ship and he didn’t mention it. No, instead he charmed me into spending money on a drawing that’s going to be awesome when it’s complete. And then he got Lea Barrymire. And Cassandra Carr (I think). And Regina Cole. And I have no idea who else, but if you get a chance, you should really check out his work because he’s quite talented. And charming. Friggin’ Robert Quill. And because of his charming, talented bull-shitting self, I can’t get the character I commissioned him to do a sketch of out of my head. She’s stuck right there *points to head* and she won’t stop telling me to write and to do her justice because she’s totally going to kick my ass if I don’t write her in the style he’s going to sketch her. Gee, thanks Friggin’ Robert Quill. You’re the best.

And I mean that. He is awesome. Except when he stirs my muse to become Diva Bitch. *sigh*

Home Sweet Bed

I got back from RT yesterday afternoon and after dragging heavy suitcases all over the south, it was a massive relief to see my brother’s car waiting for me at the airport. It was even better to sit next to Bennett on the ride home. Even if he did tell me “no” to everything I asked him. Which was funny actually.

Danica: Were you a good boy for mommy and daddy?
Bennett: No.Danica: Somehow I knew that.

It was just great to be home. Normally my dog gives me the cold paw when I return from a long trip, but this time she did the lip smacking, head bowed, butt tucked under “Why did you leave me? No one takes care of me the way you do.” And then there was fat cat who had to lick my elbows and follow me everywhere. Actually, it’s been about 16 hours and they still follow me everywhere.

So much for a private shower, eh?

I had a lot of fun at RT. I took a ton of pictures which I haven’t retrieved from my camera yet, but I will try to get that done today so I can bore everyone with my “and this is a giraffe’s ass” slideshow commentary.

Next year should be a lot easier on me since RT is in New Orleans. No waiting in lines at the airport, no hoping the socks I’m wearing don’t have holes in them when I take my shoes off to go through security, no strange people sitting next to me on the plane. Just me and my car. Yay!

Are you planning to go to RT in New Orleans?

Men in Review 2: RT Captain’s Log Day 38

I don’t remember the last time I’ve slept so little. This conference has been a new experience for me, which is weird since I’ve been to several already. But I’m pretty sure I haven’t been this exhausted. I’ve somehow found myself in the land of giants who don’t sleep. (Translation: people are taller than me and walk fast which tires me out and then I want to talk all night and don’t sleep.)

At one point, I was given permission to clutch a man’s thighs. I swear that’s all I touched. And they were rock solid. He also gives good hugs, but we’re going to talk about that later. Right now I have sexy men to share with y’all. Which is a lot better than what I was going to tell y’all. Like, Lea Barrymire and I were trying our best to corrupt two lovely ladies at the Crayola store. Or that I had a moment when I thought the squid at the sushi restaurant was trying to impregnate my mouth. What? Not even I can make this shit up!

Anyway, first on today’s review list is the awesome Justin Coale. He was a great interview and an awesome person.

Justin:

Next is a really cool guy with tattoos, a fantastic body and an even better personality. The Reaper rocks, y’all. Who knew?

Danica: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done as a model?
Justin: I would say the craziest thing is standing in front of a window completely nude. I was at a shoot in Manhattan at a photographer’s apartment and people kept walking by and looking. The bum staring from the stoop across the street kind of freaked me out but you have to do what you have to do for a good shot!
Danica: Okay, I admit it. I would’ve been staring too. Hell, I might have even bought a bag of popcorn. And I have no doubt the ladies of the Cabal would’ve been crowded next to me doing the same.

Dominic:

Danica: What’s your favorite kink? (sexual)
Dominic: Oh wow I have to choose one.  Maybe a little out there but I love to find a spot where a vein is kind of out like on the neck, arm, inside of leg and suck and bite on it.  Huge turn on and even better when done to me.  (Maybe I’m a vampire at heart lol)
Danica: You know that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’m sure somewhere, someone has evidence that this only a natural response to pheromones or something…and it worked for Bella and Edward.

Chase:

Danica: What’s your favorite kink? (sexual)
Chase: Now that’s a loaded question. Do I have a swing available or leather straps? What shape is the bed? Just way too many variables to that question. In all honesty it depends on who I’m with. There are after all two of us involved in this activity so it really depends on how we interact together and how she feels during each position. It’s about what OUR favorite position is, not MINE or HERS.
Danica: And I have to give this week’s sex question medal to Chase. There really isn’t a medal, but I don’t think anyone cares. This is an awesome answer with soooo many possibilities. Swings, leather straps and bed shapes…really. Just…really? I do believe I might le swoon!

And that’s it for this week. I have workshops to skip and sharks to go see.

Captain’s Log RT Day 1

We’re here! Well, I’m here. And in Danica World, where I’m the center of the universe, that’s all that matters. Because everything else revolves around me.  I’m rockin’ it too. I have the whole gravity thing going on, some sparkles (stars to the layman) and I’m out of sight!

Okay, I’m laying it on thick. But I’m here in the lovely Kansas City for Romantic Times Booklovers Convention 2013. The flight from New Orleans to KC was fairy uneventful. No extreme hotties for me to ogle, but we were taken for a wild ride when we hit some high winds right before landing.

Then I loafed around the airport waiting for my partners in crime to arrive. Once we were all on the van (me, Lea Barrymire, Cassandra Carr and Shell Saunders-Bryce) I let the “other” me disappear and Danica slowly emerged. My hotel room? Awesomesauce. It’s pretty posh. Walked a bit, had food at the Crayola Cafe. Hello? More awesome.

And we left a calling card:

If you’re ever in the Kansas City area, I highly recommend Tuesday night at the Flying Saucer. It isn’t easy getting a table, but if you do and it’s more room than you need, invite the next folks in line to join you. We did and they turned out to be a lot of fun. I hope they enjoyed themselves at the Fleetwood Mac concert and want to give a huge thanks for them buying our first round of beers.

Anyway, The Flying Saucer was great. The food was good (very good), they had an amazing beer menu (I worked my way through nearly all the pale ales they offered) and they had trivia night. If we would have had more people with us I’m sure we would’ve beat those college kids. Sure of it! There’s also a very trendy grouping of bars and night clubs that I’d love to explore some more. That might be on the agenda. And I need to get T-shirts while I’m here.

But we had fun. I wish I could chat more, but it’s the official “start” of the conference and I need to get a move on. If you’re in the area, be sure to stop by the RT Book EXPO on Thursday afternoon from 4-6 pm. Even if you can’t make it, you can still buy books to support your favorite (and discover new) authors by clicking on their name on the Big Book EXPO page!

The Pre-RT Panic

I’m sure I’m not the only person going through their checklists of what they need to pack. I’m also sure I’m not the only person attending RT who couldn’t sleep because they were trying to make sure they didn’t forget anything. Or hop out of bed at midnight to make sure they packed a necklace they probably won’t wear the entire convention. Right?

I barely slept last night and I don’t think it was because of Vikings’ season finale. It was a nail-biter for sure, but I’m honest enough to know I’m anal when it comes to packing. I also doubt my sleepless night was due to me taking a four-hour nap yesterday morning. I didn’t mean to do it. I woke up early, had a cup of coffee and then it started raining. Oh, it was so lovely to huddle in my bed with the drapes drawn, the rain pattering the roof, my dog snoring at my feet and…voila, I slept four hours.

When I woke up, I was so not motivated to do anything. I didn’t want to pack. I didn’t want to read. I didn’t want to write. I just wanted to veg out, but later in the afternoon I knew I had to make an attempt to get last-minute items. Like a few extra shirts or something. Just in case I decide to change clothes twelve times in one day. What? You don’t do that? Anyway, I’m in the dressing room at the store trying on a new top when I look at my legs in the mirror.

Holy crap! Y’all, I swear it looked like I had elephantiasis of the thighs. Like I was smuggling two piglets in  my pants legs. I forgot that I’d been using a stepper to work out. At least I hope that’s the reason it suddenly looked like my quads were going to burst out of my jeans, but holy hell…I’m never wearing those jeans again. And if you see me at RT, don’t stare at my thighs. *shudder*

Anyway, the panic is starting to set in. I just know I’m going to forget something I really wanted to take with me. All because I had to have a stupid necklace I probably won’t remember to wear. Meh. But it’s okay. I’m going to have fun anyway.

If you’re going to be at the convention and you want to stop to chat, just look for the woman with fire-red hair with blonde and pink streaks. That’ll probably be me.

I’ll also try to keep y’all up on what’s going on. Be sure to follow me on Twitter: @danicaavet and Facebook so you can see pictures of the convention first hand! Sort of. LOL

Men In Review

Yup, it’s about that time again.

First off, it’s Friday. Woot, woot. But not only that, it’s the Friday before RT. *runs around screaming* I need to pack, I need to get my hair done, my nails done, buy things for the trip, print out my itenerary, make sure I have deodorant…Eeeee!

What? I’m not allowed to be excited? Let me just say now that if I don’t return from Kansas City, it’s quite possible I’m in jail and am too afraid of my mom to call home. I wonder if they’d let me blog from behind bars. Nah, it won’t be that bad. I’ll be with Lea and Cassandra. They won’t let me get in too much trouble. Right? I’m sure one of them will keep me leashed.

Anyway, because I’m too distracted by upcoming plans to pack and getting ready for hair appointments and stuff, I’m going to do a review today and a review next week. What am I reviewing? The men who’ve visited this blog since the beginning of the year. I think. I might have enough Friday’s for that. *starts counting* I might have to turn this into a three-week review. Hm, we’ll see. But, I’m hoping once I’m at RT, I’ll be able to schmooze the cover models at the party for interviews. Trust me, I’ll bring my mojo to RT.

So without further ado…

Caveman David:

Oh David…I can’t even begin to count how many conversations have revolved around you. And do you blame anyone? Not only is David beautiful physically, he’s a great guy.

This was perhaps my favorite part of the interview with him:

Danica: Have you ever read one of the books you’ve modeled for?
David: I’ve only read one romance novel when I was 13 and it taught me a lot about sex and woman, haha. But not yet a romance novel that I have modeled for. I’m sure it would make me blush.
Danica: It would only be fair since he made me blush too.

Awww. If he weren’t so impossibly handsome, I’d be tempted to pinch his cheeks for being so cute. Um, I’m not talking about the lower cheeks, y’all. Honest!

LaBare’s Kelii:

Kelii was recommended to me by Caveman and author, Justin and I’m pretty sure I owe him a drink or a hug of appreciation. Kelii was a great interview, very fun and okay, he made me blush a few times.

Danica: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done as a model/dancer?
Kelii: I did an office party and it never happened to me in the 6 years I was dancing. It was an office birthday party. The lady I was dancing for had her own office. I was dancing for about five minutes with the door open and there wer e a couple of people inside. Next thing I know the door was closed and my pant were down. And my penis was in her mouth
Danica: I was blushing the entire time, y’all, but I had to ask what he did next.
Kelii: After about a good 15 minutes I was finished and we are continuing our adventures as we speak.
Danica: Y’all can’t take this plotbunny away from me. Don’t be surprised if there’s a book based off of this…just sayin’.

I’m pretty sure this one question was enough to send a lot of people into spasms of delight. Er…not those kinds!! Perverts. I mean that it was so blunt, it shocked them. Tickled them pink. You know what I mean! *shuts up*

LaBare’s Garren Luce:

Garren came to me through Justin and Lea Barrymire. Lea had interviewed him for her Tattoo Tuesdays (which you should check out if you don’t already) and he said he wouldn’t mind being shared by us. Okay, just as a little background, Lea and I frequently share men. But it really isn’t as naughty as it sounds. I wish it was…really.

Danica: Are you a breast or a butt man?
Garren: Definitely an ass man! Big booty is a must, LOL
Danica: Which probably makes doggy style more comfortable.
Garren: Lol there is nothing like watching a big booty bounce back and forth against my lower stomach.
Danica: <silence>

Yeah. I think I put my phone down after this question. We conducted it via text messages and I was like ‘Holy cow.’ I’m still thinking that. Really.

LaBare’s Antonio:

Antonio was another recommendation from Justin. I swear, he was pimping Unearthly Musings hard at the beginning of the year. I wonder if I could fund a trip for him to continue pimping me out at other dance clubs…I need more men like these. Between Garren, Antonio and Jose (Ellora’s Cave DJ), I’m learning all kinds of new terms for sex and stuff. They make me feel like a dirty old lady, but I’ll take it because they leave me speechless.

Danica: Favorite position?
Antonio: My favorite position would have to be taking a girl to Poundsberg from behind.
Danica: This is where I did a choking snort kind of thing that caused my dog to stare at me. I’ve never heard it called Poundsberg before…

Poundsberg. POUNDSBERG y’all. ‘Nuff said.

And that’s all for this week! Be sure to stay tuned as I’ll try to report from RT…do my “You should’ve been there” thing and rub it in your faces. Just kidding! Bwahahaha. What about today’s review guys? What was your favorite part of their interviews? (Besides the pictures of course!!)

Happy Friday, peeps!

Pork and Beans

Welcome to the blog for another What’s Playing Wednesday!

RT is right around the corner and I’m starting to get the pre-trip panic. You know, making lists so I pack everything I need and a million things I don’t need. Like, do I really need to bring a cute stuffed squirrel with me? Of course I do! It’s not a real squirrel by the way. It’s a plush stuffed animal and oh so adorable. I think I posted pictures of it somewhere.

But because RT is creeping up on me and the frantic need to start packing has started to keep me awake at nights (I’m not packing until this weekend), I’m diverting myself with work. Work, work, work, work. I’ve been clearing off my desk and performing work audits this week and I still have a stack of work left to do. It isn’t that I put it off. I just postpone paperwork in favor of more pressing things. So far the more pressing things have been completed so I can finally concentrate on the annoying things. *mutter*

And yet, I don’t mind. Because come Tuesday, I’ll be on my way to Kansas City leaving behind the serious-minded employee. Somewhere between New Orleans and Kansas City, I’ll finally break free of the prison I force myself into when I’m not at conferences. For nearly a full week, I can be Danica. Wild, fun, carefree and a little crazy. Which is sad because I’d love to do it all the time. One day I’ll be able to let Danica out all the time, to be the person I want instead of the one I have to show the world.

In the meantime, I can watch this video and sing, “I’m-a do the things that I wanna do, I ain’t got a thing to prove to you…” Yup, it’s Weezer’s “Pork and Beans”. I love the message behind this song. And then there’s the video. This is quite possibly one of the best videos ever. They cover everything and yet make it look cool instead of the embarrassment it was at the time it came out.

Do you remember watching any of these clips on youtube? As my Tudor England professor used to conclude every lecture…”Thoughts? Questions? Clarifications?”

Bad Blogger, No Treat

Would you believe me if I said I completely forgot to blog yesterday? I totally did. For some reason I thought I had a guest blogger? Or maybe I was so tired from the weekend, I didn’t care. But whatever the reason, I forgot to blog and now I’ll never win Erotic Romance Author Blogger of 2013 *sniff*

*shuffles her feet*

Last week was exhausting. I didn’t mention it here, but my great-nephew had to go to the hospital for surgery on Thursday. He’s fine now and hopefully he’ll start gaining the weight he so desperately needs. On that same day, I had a check up with my orthopedic surgeon who suggested surgery. Of course he also said I could just let it try to work itself out, but I’ll have to deal with pain until then. I opted for surgery. Now I just need to decide when is a good time for it. Oh and later that morning, between my doctor news and Mason’s surgery news, I along with A.M. Griffin and Lea Barrymire joined the crew at Cave Chaos Radio for some fun and laughs. So yeah, last week was tiring.

Really though, the weekend was exhausting. The weather was gorgeous which meant I had this insane urge to do stuff. By do stuff, I mean I woke up at 6:30 on Saturday morning. Finished reading a book I’d started, went back to bed by 7:30 and woke up at 10:00 with just enough time to meet my brother-in-law and sister at the Tractor Supply Company. We’d made plans to get Mom’s Mother’s Day present early and they wanted me there for 10:30. Er. Sure. I brushed my teeth in the shower, put on mismatched clothes and raced there.

We got Mom’s present and she was thrilled with it. So yay! I also took her on a mini-road trip on Sunday which we both enjoyed. I really do love to get behind the wheel of my car and explore the area. The weather was perfect for a drive. It’s times like that I wish I had a Harley or something. Then I recall how many times I ran into trees with my bicycle, how many times I wiped out and I revise my opinion and wish for a convertible. Yeah.

Anyway, that was my weekend and I’m glad to be back…not really. I’d do the weekend all over again. Especially the sleeping part. That was awesomesauce. I need all of the rest I can get before RT next week. What did y’all do over the weekend?