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Written By: Cassandra Gold - Dec• 06•13

I don’t know about anyone else, but sometimes when the holiday stress (and nasty Midwest winter weather) hits, I find myself longing to spend the holiday season somewhere warm and tropical. That’s exactly what happens for James Hastings, the hero of my most recent release, Strings Attached. Currently, it’s on sale at Loose Id for only $2.99!

James Hastings is having a bad week. All he wants to do is buy a six-pack and spend an evening moping. Instead, he wins a weeklong trip to Hawaii, thanks to a young man at the liquor store.

Tattoo and piercing artist Travis Barton is surprised when the cute guy he helped out wins a trip and invites him to come along. Still, he’s not about to pass up a free trip to Hawaii.

Travis’s idea of a no-strings fling goes against James’s nature, but it seems like a great way to make the trip even better. Then their hot, uninhibited nights together start to blur into something more, and James starts to imagine Christmas ever after — Travis, with strings attached.

BUY IT HERE: http://www.loose-id.com/fantasies-strings-attached.html

Cassandra Gold

Gay romance with a heart of gold!

www.cassandragold.com

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Written By: Karenna Colcroft - Dec• 03•13

Happy December, everyone! If you’re in the United States, I hope you had a good Thanksgiving, and I hope those of you who observe Hannukah had a great holiday. (Are having? I apologize; I’m not sure when Hannukah ends.)

I have a new release for the holiday season, though it isn’t a holiday story. In Whatever He Wants, a male/male contemporary novella, grad student Randall has made one-night stands his sex life of choice. But when he meets Isaiah at a party, Randall gives in to a number of things.

To his desire to fuck the sexy-as-hell stranger he’s meeting for the first time.

To his need to have a deeper connection with someone than just sex.

And to Isaiah’s domination.

Whatever He Wants isn’t a true BDSM romance, but Isaiah is definitely dominant. And Randall loves every moment of submitting to whatever Isaiah wants, until Isaiah reveals that he has no intention of seeing Randall again. Isaiah is well aware of Randall’s reputation as the “king of one-night stands” and wants to teach the player a lesson.

But Randall needs to see Isaiah again, and he’ll do whatever Isaiah wants to make that happen.

Whatever He Wants is available from Ellora’s Cave and third-party retail sites.

Grad student Randall has a reputation to uphold. He’s too busy to fall in love, and is known among his friends as the king of one-night stands. He prefers it that way until he meets Isaiah at a party.

Against all of Randall’s expectations, Isaiah turns out to be exactly what he’s looking for, and for the first time Randall’s heart gets involved. Randall doesn’t know whether Isaiah is truly interested in him or just playing the player, but to find out, Randall will do whatever Isaiah wants.

ADULT EXCERPT:

Heart pounding and eyes on the sparse blond hair that covered Isaiah’s sculpted chest, Randall wolfed down one of the sandwiches and a few chips. His stomach growled but he didn’t care how hungry he was. Not for food, anyway. A completely different type of hunger filled him. He was horny as hell and he wanted to get their private party started as soon as possible. Preferably before lust made him lose his mind.

He swallowed a last chip and set the plate on the floor. “That’ll hold me. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

“You think so?” Isaiah struck a muscle-man pose and laughed. “I don’t know about gorgeous. I think that designation goes to you, my friend. Or maybe it’s just because I have a thing for long-haired, brown-eyed, too-skinny grad students.”

Isaiah’s accurate description of him made Randall self-conscious. He didn’t even remember if he’d shaved that morning. And yet Isaiah had called him gorgeous.

“Maybe it’s just because you’re horny,” he said.

Isaiah shrugged. “Maybe. Take off your clothes, Randall. You see what I have to offer.” He put his hand over his cock. “Most of it, at least. I think I’d rather save the grand reveal for a few more minutes. You a top or bottom?”

“Depends on my partner.” With guys he usually preferred to receive but he had no objection to being on the giving side of the equation. When he fucked other guys sometimes they spent way too much time negotiating whose cock would penetrate whom.

With Isaiah he didn’t need to negotiate. Tonight he was unquestionably a bottom. He wanted his ass reamed by Isaiah’s big dick and he couldn’t even consider anything else. He trembled and couldn’t find the words to answer out loud.

“I want to be inside you.” Isaiah lowered his voice and reached for the hem of Randall’s rock concert T-shirt. “I wanted it the second I saw you downstairs. I didn’t accidentally reach for the same cup as you. I saw you bending over and your perfect ass had me at attention right away.” He let go of the shirt and ran one hand over Randall’s ass. “Can I fuck you, Randall? Can I take your tight ass?”

Fire rushed through Randall and he wanted to scream from the ache in his dick and balls. If he didn’t get off soon he probably would scream. Even through his jeans he felt the heat of Isaiah’s hand adding to his own.

“Fuck yes,” he blurted. “Whatever you want. For the next hour or so I’m all yours.”

“Longer than an hour or so, I hope.” Isaiah slid his hand around Randall’s hip to his button fly. “Should I rip these off you or can you undress fast?”

“Whatever you want,” Randall said again. What the fuck is he doing to me? He was never so submissive. With his partners, whether male or female, he was in control or at the very least on equal footing. But with Isaiah he wanted to please. He would do anything the guy asked within reason and maybe outside of it. Anything at all.

“Take them off.” Abruptly Isaiah stepped back and folded his arms. “I’m not touching you again until you’re completely naked. I want to see how hard you are for me. I want to see the cock I’m about to suck until I blow your mind.”

Hearing his own thoughts echoed by Isaiah only added fuel to the lust burning inside Randall. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and tossed them to the side, not caring how difficult it might be to untangle them later. Every second he took getting undressed was a second he wouldn’t be able to feel Isaiah’s touch.

He must have gone too long without sex. He’d been horny before, of course, but never anything so strong. He’d never been so horny he felt as if he would die if he didn’t get fucked within moments or so horny he could see and think of nothing except his partner.

Completely nude with his cock prominent against his abdomen, he looked into the deep eyes of his new partner again and was lost.

“Fuck me,” he murmured. “Please.”

“You don’t have to beg.” Isaiah’s eyes glinted in the dim lamplight as he dropped to his knees in front of Randall. “I’m going to fuck you, baby. Nice and hard until you scream my name. But first I’m going to suck you off because I want to watch you come.”

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Written By: Charlie Cochrane - Nov• 25•13

The best research sources you can use are those contemporary to the era you’re writing in or about. Pictures, books, plays, poetry, paintings, artefacts, photographs, newspapers, church magazines, films, postcards, etc. All will give you a flavour of the time and – not the least important – the cadence of the language. For researching the twentieth century, the Max Arthur series of books containing soldiers’/sailors’/airmen’s recollections of wartime paints a wonderfully vivid picture of the era.

If you’re a visual/tactile learner, then museums specialising in an era or stately homes/houses/churches dating from the time, especially those which have a ‘living history’ element, can give you a terrific mental image of what a room looked like, or just what a flat iron was and how you might use it. Handling historical objects is without parallel (although don’t forget the caution about ramming all this wonderful research down your readers’ throats!)

TV documentaries and well researched historical dramas/docudramas are another visual and aural source of information (although dramas always come.

Some useful (and maybe less obvious) online sources:

http://archive.timesonline.co.uk (Newspaper – if you’re in the UK your library service might give you free access)

http://www.smallandspecial.org/ (Children’s hospital, Victorian/Edwardian)

http://www.marquise.de/en/1900/index.shtml (Fashions, etc)

http://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/ (All sorts of things)

http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/ (Trials)

http://www.societe-jersiaise.org/photographic-archive/ (Photos through the ages)

http://historicromance.wordpress.com/ (The Macaronis – this site contains lots of goodies, including articles on writing historical works and items of vital importance to the writer, such as essays about underwear through the ages. J eg: http://historicromance.wordpress.com/2008/11/04/the-history-of-mens-underpants-part-one/)

http://collections.vam.ac.uk/ Victoria and Albert Museum (artefacts, fashion, jewellery, etc)

http://www.oed.com/ (The best source for words/phrases – if you’re in the UK your library service might give you free access)

http://www.etymonline.com (Words – free access but nit as reliable as OED?)

http://www.worldwidewords.org/indexes/search.htm (Words – free access but nit as reliable as OED?)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/ (news archive, some historical articles)

http://anglicanhistory.org/ (church history)

http://www.foodtimeline.org/ (food through the ages)

http://www.britishpathe.com/ (Films of everyday life/news events)

Have you got any you’d like to add to the list?

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Written By: KC Burn - Nov• 22•13

I’m a tea drinker. My grandmother was Irish, and she started making me tea when I was a kid, 4 or 5. Naturally, back then it was half tea/half milk, but I started drinking tea really early. I’m not a fan of most herbal teas, but I do like a number of black teas. I like a bunch of different blends, and it’s easier to get great loose leaf tea than tea bags. I have a Keurig that I use solely for brewing tea.

One day, I saw a link for a place that did “fandom” teas, a company called Adagio Teas. Which intrigued me enough to go looking at the site. Whoo! Doctor Who teas! I got a sampler! I loved some of those samples enough that I’m now on my third order of my favourite blends.

But while I was making my third order… I discovered something else. SLASH TEA!
I forgot to order a Sterek tea, but I got a Destiel one and well, the slash factor for Sherlock and Watson is clearly defined in the picture.

So if you’re a tea drinker, go and buy! It’s good tea, and fun! There are TONS of other fandoms to choose from. Lord of the Rings, Teen Wolf, Anime, Star Trek, Star Wars… whatever your geeky pleasure is, I’m betting there’s a tea blend for you.

And on an unrelated note, I’ve got a new release out today! Pen Name – Doctor Chicken is available from Dreamspinner Press.

KC Burn

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Written By: Shoshanna Evers - Nov• 21•13

Blurb for The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy by Shoshanna Evers

Book One in the heart-pounding Pulse Trilogy—a gripping erotic romance set in post-apocalyptic New York City one year after an electromagnetic pulse destroys America’s power grid. “Intense, exciting, and sizzlingly sexy—a perfect post-apocalyptic romance!” (Heather Thurmeier, bestselling author of Escape to My Arms and Stuck on You)

Emily Rosen lives in a military camp at Grand Central Station, where women sell their bodies to soldiers for extra rations. When she discovers a dark secret—that America is rebuilding outside of New York City, and everything the city’s refugees have been told is a lie—she escapes, the soldiers hot on her heels…

But Christopher Mason, a convict who broke out of prison after the Pulse, finds Emily first. Although he’s survived this long on the streets by looking out only for himself, Emily is beautiful, alluring, and impossible to leave behind.

Now Emily must convince this intimidating, magnetic stranger to be her guide as they journey out of New York and into the unknown. She’ll barter with her body, but sex with Mason can never be currency—it’s pure passion, and everything she desires. Despite the crumbling world around them, can Emily and Mason discover true love blooming in the darkest of places?

Available for preorder now, and releases November 25th, 2013 on Amazon, B&N, iBooks, and wherever ebooks are sold.

Excerpt from The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy by Shoshanna Evers

“Look at me,” Emily said soothingly. “I need to see your pupils.”

She peered into his eyes. In a perfect world, she’d shine a flashlight in them, but there were no flashlights. The only light she had now streamed in through the dirty glass panes of the windows.

Man, he was good-looking. Too good-looking. And large.

Mason leaned forward on the cot and grabbed her wrists. “It’s you,” he said groggily.

“I’m Emily, I’m taking care of you,” she said gently. “I’m going to clean your wound. It may hurt.”

“I remember you. I saw you that day, when they picked you up. When you got brought in.”

Emily looked at him in horror. He was from the camp, he had to be. She shrank away from him, feeling her heart race. The washrag hung limply from her hand.

Focus, don’t be blinded by fear.

“I remember you. When they took you away, it was me, hiding behind the cab,” Mason said, staring intently into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She remembered him now, the man who held his finger to his lips. At the time she had assumed he was hiding from the soldiers, just like she had been.

Like she was now.

“You—you’re not one of them?” she asked, hating how weak and scared she sounded.

“No. I’ve got my reasons to hide from the law. Like you, I imagine.”

She laughed, a dry barking sound. “Not like my reason.”

Quickly, she quieted herself. The less he knew about her hidden radio, the safer for both of them.

“Are you . . . Why are you hiding, Mason?” She had to know, as much as she didn’t want to. He was the only man around she could possibly trust—if he truly had nothing to do with the soldiers.

As much as she wanted to make it on her own, it didn’t hurt to know who her friends were—and her enemies.

Suddenly, he looked at her suspiciously. “I should never have told you my name.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily whispered. “I saw the tattoo, on your arm. I thought maybe you had been in prison.”

“Do you know what they do to prisoners now, Emily?”

Emily looked at him and cocked her head. “My understanding is they let all the petty criminals go. The ones who were murderers, rapists, pedophiles and psychos they . . . they shot them. Killed them all so they wouldn’t take up valuable resources.”

“They kill prisoners, huh?” Mason said, staring at her intently, holding her wrists. “So what makes you think I want you spreading rumors about me being in prison?”

“I won’t tell anyone. Not a soul.”

He dropped his hands then, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. “There’re no computers to track me. No fingerprint files. I’m a blank slate now, and I intend to start over.”

“What did you do?” she whispered.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “And that’s all you need to know. Understand?”

“Okay,” she said softly, and picked up the rag to finish cleaning his wound, grateful to have a task to keep her focused. He wouldn’t need stitches, but she’d have to check him every fifteen minutes or so for a while to make sure he wasn’t suffering from a brain injury.

Not that she could do anything for him if he was. If his head injury was truly serious, then he would just go to sleep and die. She wasn’t about to do brain surgery. She couldn’t even if she knew how.

His T-shirt was saturated with blood—scalps tend to bleed a lot. “Can you . . . take off your shirt?” she asked tentatively.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said. His face looked flushed, a deep pink coloring his previously pale cheeks. “I’m not—I don’t expect you to—”

She took a step back. “No! That’s not what I meant. I just—your shirt is ruined. Bloody. I can wash it.”

He turned his face from her for a moment as if trying to compose himself.

“Where you gonna wash it?” he asked as he pulled the filthy shirt over his shoulders.

She glimpsed tight abdominal muscles and an incredibly large, smooth chest before the shirt came completely off . He had a sprinkling of crinkly dark hair leading down around his navel, trailing into the waistband of his cargo pants.

Emily sighed. “I don’t know. But I bet one of the shirts I took with me from Grand Central will fit. Might be a bit tight,” she acknowledged as she ruffled through a worn backpack. “Here.”

It was definitely too small, outlining all of his muscles in stark relief.

THE PULSE is available for preorder now, and releases November 25th, 2013 on Amazon, B&N, iBooks, and wherever ebooks are sold.

You can sign up for my mailing list on my website (right side of the page!) to get an email when The Pulse releases!

xoxo Shoshanna

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“Yes, they’re that hot, that dangerous, and that worth the risk.” …Tiffany Reisz, author of The Original Sinners series

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Written By: Lisa Fox - Nov• 18•13

I recently learned that my newest Quickie from Ellora’s Cave is up for pre-order on Amazon and B&N. This might seem mundane and not at all newsworthy to most of you, but for me, it was a major squee moment. This is my first ever title to be offered for pre-order.

To me, pre-orders are for established authors, people like Stephen King or Nora Roberts, authors whose work readers hungrily anticipate, so much so they are willing to buy it without physically receiving it for days or even weeks. That my little ebook could join their ranks – be on sale without yet being for sale – is one of the more exciting things that has happened in my life. When I found out, it was totally a champagne worthy moment!

Blurb:

Mardi Gras is a time of debauchery, the “last hurrah” for all the sinners before Lent begins on Ash Wednesday. Bailey is on a mission to wallow in some serious carnal delights, and Bourbon Street is chock-full of options.

When a handsome military man appears at her side, she knows he’s the one for her. Beads are exchanged, flesh exposed, but their night of sinfully wicked lust ends with the coming of the dawn.

Bailey has the chance to keep the passion alive, as long as she has the courage to take the chance of a lifetime.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

An Excerpt From: SINFULLY YOURS

A roar of cheers and applause exploded from somewhere down the street and Bailey smiled. Someone must have shown something very, very good. She toasted the night with the remnants of the cocktail she had picked up before hitting Bourbon Street. The sharp kick of cheap vodka burned pleasantly as it slid down her throat. She put the empty cup aside, balancing it on top of a garbage can already heaped with at least twenty others. The alcohol went straight to her head, and she laughed as beads rained down out the sky. Music blasted from the Cat’s Meow speakers, a pulsating beat that commanded the crowd to dance. With no desire to resist, she moved her hips to the rhythm, letting herself get carried away.

“I think I just found my new favorite song,” a man said from somewhere beside her.

He had a deep voice, a panty-melting baritone, and she was already smiling as she turned toward him. What she found only made her smile wider. He was tall, well over six-feet, with close-cropped caramel-brown hair, and blue-gray eyes. With his ramrod-straight spine, firm body and air of tightly controlled dominance, he had to be military. She met his gaze and a prickly thrill tiptoed down her spine. This was a most fortuitous turn of events.

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Written By: Viki Lyn - Nov• 16•13

I bought these oracle cards – The Answer Is Simple. I’m into Tarot and oracle decks and love collecting them. The Answer Is Simple is my latest addition to my collection. I’m drawn to cards because of the colorful artwork and the idea that with a little help maybe I can figure out some stuff about myself and/or my situation.

I’m moving from a year of resting my imagination and creativity to an all out explosion of projects. I’ve taken up my art again and it’s been exhilarating and challenging. I’ve committed to four book projects that I want to see published next year. And, there’s another creative collaboration in the works with a good friend that we hope to bring into form by March.

It’s all a bit overwhelming, so I drew the cards to see about my situation and how to best handle things.

The first card is the frame of mind that I need to approach the situation. I drew Let Go And Flow – embrace life head on and ride the ebbs and flows with courage and determination. Don’t let my ego resist or hold me back. This card is telling me to breath and dive in. I can handle it.

The second card is how to shift the energy to a higher vibration. I drew Tell The Truth – be honest with myself and ask the question – If I weren’t afraid, I’d…. “Your truth is found just behind your fears.” This is saying to me that I can take my projects to a higher level if I move past my fears and just do it.

What vibration or energy I can bring in. Just Laugh – Don’t take myself to seriously and have fun!

These cards point out that I let my fears hold me back. Self-criticism and self-worth all tied into a petty little package! I can do it, have fun with it and dive in. My energies are aligned for the hard work ahead. I just need to believe in myself.

Pretty simple, isn’t it.

Love and Peace!

Viki Lyn

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Viki Lyn: Rainbow Award winning author of male/male paranormal and contemporary romances. You can find all of Viki’s books at the following sites: Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and GLBT Bookshelf.

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Written By: Kay Berrisford - Nov• 15•13

When I sat down to write this blog a few minutes ago … nothing happened. I had several ideas about what I wanted to write, but it was not good, my mind was a total blank. Trouble was, I’d been staring at the computer too long, having been working in the morning and then editing the end of my latest book all afternoon. However enthusiastic I was about writing, my creative juices had all dried up.

This being NaNoWriMo time of year, with much advice about writing abounding, it got me thinking. I’m not doing NaNo this time round, for reasons I’m going to blog about elsewhere. However, during the past few years I have gained some experience of getting words down, even when things are hard.

One lesson I’ve learned stands out above all. Never, ever, spend all your writing time typing at the computer. I’ve had some real nightmares getting novels finished, and usually when I’ve got into the worst ruts, it’s because I’ve been spending too long just staring at the words, jigging and rejigging in hope. Or— even worse—just typing anything to get the numbers up.

Finished works don’t come together that way, at least not for me. I have get away from the computer to really think and plan. Personally, I have my best creative moments when walking, swimming, or jogging, or away from the flat having a relaxing cup of coffee and slice of cake. Escaping the grind is never time wasted. When I’ve cleared my head and thought things through, the words always flow much quicker.

So there it is. My Nano advice. Make sure you get away from that screen, particularly if you’re lucky enough to be able to devote a whole day to it. Your body will thank you for it too!

GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE DOING NANO!!!!!!!!!!!

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Written By: AC Katt - Nov• 07•13

It was wonderful to see all of the other m/m authors at this years GRL held in Atlanta. The opening reception sponsored by MLR Press was beautiful as was the Halloween Party. I went to many author readings and storytelling events.

My only complaint was with the US Post Office. I sent books for the signing and papers for the Rainbow Romance Scrap Book Event and the Postal System damaged the box. It was broken in half and put back together with tape. Unfortunately they taped it up without anything in it and I lost my books so I had none for the signing event. I also lost the scrapbook pages so I had none for the Rainbow Romance Scrap booking Event.

One of the great things that happened it that MLR told me that they were accepting the fourth in the Indiscreet Series entitled Bull’s Whip, a story about Bull Raleigh, the Dungeon Master at Indiscreet. The usual cast of characters appear including Brian and Bear, along with Jim and Reed. The new character is Jamie O”Hara who was the beautiful raven haired sub who stood up on the platform with Greg in Cisco’s Boy. Cisco’s Boy, the third novel in the Indiscreet series is due out this month from MLR Books.

I have two additional books submitted to MLR, The Drowning and His Omega. I’ll let everyone know what happens to those. Currently for NANOWRIMO I’m working on the next book in the Indiscreet series, tentatively titled, Gary’s Play. I hope to have it finished by November 25th.

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Written By: Ryal Woods - Nov• 07•13

This is without a doubt my favourite time of year. Autumn, when everything comes to fruition, and slowly dies away. The decaying smell of wet leaves, smoke in the air, fallen apples crushed against the sidewalks; I can hear the deer crunching on them at night.

It’s beautiful, soft, quiet, cosy. And exhilarating. I posted on my website about dancing in the first snowfall of the season in my bare feet, a glass of wine in hand; it’s a little tradition of mine, celebrating the first snow when it’s just beginning to fall, feathery, wet, and light. There’s music to accompany, of course; whatever I’m feeling at the moment. The wine is warming, and enhances endurance for cold feet.

Endurance is also an important element in another fall tradition, the NaNoWriMo – bare screens, the decaying smell of sodden inspiration, the chill growing stronger as the days pass into winter. Or that’s what I envision. I’ve never participated, didn’t know it existed until a few years ago, when a friend began talking about it on her blog. That doesn’t mean much – I’m often late to the buffet table of What Currently Exists, and this spread is still unfamiliar territory. I think it’s going to remain that way.

I stated in a recent interview that I’m not a fan of counting words, and that seems to be a key element of NaNoWriMo – everyone’s always talking about how many words they’ve written along the way. Is this a thing? Because I don’t see how word counts induce good writing. Or is quality not the point? Is it merely an exercise in flexing the writing muscles, is it to encourage writers to commit to sitting down to write every day? What is the fruit of this harvest?

My own methods aren’t anything to brag about or recommend. I set out to write every day, but these days, at least, my writing usually consists of painful sentences eked out on a noncommittal schedule, sometimes daily, sometimes not. At times I begin as soon as I wake up, at other times nothing will happen until I’m settled in bed for the night, when oh! Inspiration hits, and I’m dragging my computer out of the bookcase to tap out a sentence, a paragraph, or several pages, sleep forgotten.

Ain’tNoRyMo Reason to my writing. But as painful as it can sometimes be, I prefer it over constructed method and strict schedule. I just can’t with the group activities, the pressure and competitive counting. That’s me: a sloppy, spontaneous and tipsy lunatic who dances in the snow just because. An undisciplined, in the dark (and for the most part by choice), defiant, dopey, apple crunching, leaf tossing celebrator of messy and inconsistent entrances and exits through the seasons.

But even though I may not understand why or how or what the reasons and motivations are for the participants, I have to wonder if a little discipline isn’t such a bad thing at times.

…NahNoWhyTho.

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