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*nods* I have kahlua for the coffee, so I'm ready. Bring it on! 

*points* 

I'll be over there...editing. 

Crawl in Bed With Greg Payne

Crawling Into Bed With Gregory Payne

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Cotton. Silk is too silky. Way too much friction. I’d never get to sleep.

For me, the silk is too hot. It doesn't breathe enough. What are you wearing?

Kmart boxers from 2002 and an overabundance of chest hair.

Vintage boxers, nice. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Bowls of ice cream. Heaping bowls of ice cream. And Wheat Thins.

Interesting combination. Is that to combine the flavors or to cancel out any weight gain? Never mind. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Pledge and a dust cloth. If you see it, that means you have to use it. House rules.

But…*blinks* *grumbles* Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

Yes and yes.

An active sleeper then. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

If you’d like. I take a sleeping pill nightly and expect to be out at any moment. I must warn you though, I talk in my sleep. Actually, I might be asleep right now.

That would explain the snoring. What are we reading?

tales from the pink side by Gregory Payne

Ten True Tales:

Single Woman Seeks Saran Wrap

Squeaky Gets A New Do

Sister

Is That A Grub In Your Pants Or Are You Happy To See Me?

Dear Best Friend

Let’s Make A Deal

976-HUGE

Internet Dating And Adult Diapers

Beach + Horse + Sheet Cake = ?

Happy Birthday

Blurb:

Before becoming a published author, I had a blog I called Incidental Expenses that became wildly popular in a short period time. Recently my sister asked why I had stopped writing it. She loved the blog, my friends loved the blog, and people I didn’t even know loved the blog, so why is there no blog? The answer was simple; I got published, finally, writing Gay Erotic Romance as Alex Carreras, my pen name. Getting published meant staying published which took a whole heck of a lot of time, especially while still working my day job as a hairstylist. I loved writing the sometimes emotionally painful but always funny David Lynch-esque stories based on my life. With her encouragement, I dusted off a few of my favorites and wrote a couple more, then set about compiling them into this book.

 Warning: All these stories are true. Yes, I said true! So don’t send me an email asking if they are, indeed, true. But if you do, I’ll just tell you the same thing.

Life can be strange, sad, funny, and flat out crazy at times, but for me it’s all the time…apparently.  Also, most of these tales deal with adult situations so if you’re a tad on the prudish side, you might want to save your money and buy another book. For the rest of you, enjoy! Please excuse any typos, grammatical errors, misspellings, and questionable comma use. I tried my best. No one is perfect. Not even me.

Find Greg's book at

Barnes and Noble & Amazon 

Winner Announced for Cold Snap Blog Tour

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Wisdom from Walt

I have lived through many days

Are these the days you mean?

Days that ring with laughter and smell like barbecue and apple pie.

Days that start with fear and end with a pillow tugged down tight over your head, to block out any other sound than the beat of your own heart.

Days where water sparkles bright on ocean waves, and colorful eggs are hidden in tufts of sea grass.

Days where dark curtains block out light and the cold from winter storms seeps into your back through window glass

Days when every word you say is quoted from a song – and your siblings answer with their own.

Days when the sun is so bright, you have to squint, because dimming any bit of brightness with sunglasses is just unbearable.

Days when unprotected feelings can be trampled, or nurtured, bloom or starve.

Days where everything falls into place, and nothing possibly could go wrong.

Days when everything that can go wrong, and then some, does.

Days when death stalks you or your loved ones, when fear's cold hand is the only touch you feel.

Days when the warmth of possibility, and the sunshine of promise keep your spirit light.

Days when life happens, bold, vicious, gloating…glorious, hateful life.

You must experience days like these.

Poet of the Month - Walt Whitman

Over thirty years ago, an English teacher in a small Texas town buried her AP class under tons of reading.

And we loved it.

Because the reading she gave us wasn't just between the pages of a text book.

It was novels by fabulous fantasy authors like Piers Anthony, Mary Stewart and even L. Frank Baum.

Poetry by Shelley, Keats and Whitman.

Julius Ceasar.

The Picture of Dorian Grey…

An entire world of romance most of us had never realized existed.

Well, she got fired, but we got fired up, and to this day I am a fan of many of the writers she introduced me to.

For instance, Walt Whitman.

WW is amazing for many reasons, but I love the way he strung words together, and created images, that we all might have seen, but never truly felt.

He makes me feel, even to this day, in ways that I had forgotten. One of my favorite Whitman poems, and one of the first that I reread this month, was "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" which he wrote in honor of President Lincoln who had recently been assassinated.

And that reminds me, that I should absolutely get in the car and drive over to Springfield to the Lincoln Museum.