Shelli Stevens

So in a fun random chat tonight, we were talking about sex and… well, what would happen if your dog happened to come up and lick you during the act. And I said it would be considered a “Threestiality”. So that’s my new word, isn’t it fun?

Anyway, back out of the gutter. So I’ve totally blown the diet this week. Why? I don’t know. I just can’t be consistently good, and it really pisses me off. I’m pissed at myself, no one else. Maybe I need therapy. Like I could afford it. *Giggle*

My cousin Betsy is in town from Vegas, well not Vegas, Henderson. But close enough. Hi Betsy! If you’re reading this. I wouldn’t be surprised if Nina talked you into reading. And if she did, I apologize about the whole Threestiality (still loving that word) comment. Using I’m pretty clean in here. Betsy’s a children’s librarian and I’m afraid she’s a little scandalized by my books. And she read the beginning of my romantic comedy He Loves Me, He Loves Me Naughty, not even the erotic romance. Hee hee! Although I’ve been debating turning that into an erotic romance since it’s only 3 chapters in. It will all depend on how my writing career goes.

So I haven’t written since I finished Silk Hauntings. I have been doing a lot of editing on two of my books that need some polishing. And considering whether I should be subbing to more agents. Okay, yes I know I should be. But then I think… why? I want my stuff sparkling when I pitch it. Plus I’m going to Nationals soon and will be hitting up an agent there.

Okay, well I’ve officially blogged tonight. I can’t say it was very exciting. But here it is.