I’ve decided to rename duct tape to dyke tape. Because I don’t know about you, but it is my go to fix it tool. I suppose I use the word “tool” liberally. I’ve talked before about embracing the word, Dyke. I’ve also talked about my love affair with duct tape. It seemed natural to bring… Read More Dyke Tape
My wife is a planner. She likes organization. I, on the other hand, am comfortable with chaos and spontaneity. As we arrive ever closer to retirement, her planning gene is showing itself in very funny ways. Although our maiden journey won’t be until sometime in March, I nearly fell off my bed laughing when out… Read More The Planner and the Pantster
Shit happens when you get older. Yes, really, it does. I forget a lot more today than I did even five years ago. My wife and I are good-natured about this inevitable part of maturing. We joke about not remembering squatola as we enter our final phase together. Hopefully, we will remember we are married… Read More An Aging Brain
Recently, I read this blog that was posted in a Facebook group about the new trend— forming a “personal relationship” with readers. I suppose with the flood of new authors into the market, not just in Lesfic/WLW, but mainstream as well, authors have to do more marketing on their own and apparently, this is the… Read More Personal Relationships in Lesfic/WLW
