Superchick and Tidbit Tuesday

It's been a rough day! Jimmy came down sick and then spiked a 104 fever while I was in Frankfort at a doctor's appointment and Jim was with him. Jim was ready to take him to the ER, but I had already made an appointment for him with our primary care doctor for after I would be back from Frankfort. The end result is that Jimmy has strep and quite a bad case of it. Our doctor said that's probably why my throat and neck have been hurting me and I've been feeling pretty cruddy so she gave me a script for a Z-pack.

Since this has been a rough day I am keeping this post to the basics.

The music of the moment is brought to us by iTunes "Mel's Music" playlist and is the song "Alive" by Superchick. Now Superchick is a actually a Christian group, but I happen to like their music because it's just flat out good music. This is a really cool song and makes me think of what will be the ending of Train Wrecks after Cat gets out of the hospital and has a major attitude change because she lives (just barely) through her worst suicide attempt ever.

Today is Tidbit Tuesday and I decided to give you a sneak peek into the new novel I'm working on for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). This is totally different from anything else I've worked on since it is totally adult in nature rather than YA. This novel is an adult romance bordering on erotica. It's my first foray into such a genre so it still remains to be seen how it turns out. Here's the opening paragraph of Blame It On The Samba... remember this is a very rough draft right now.

I’d never been a lustful woman before. My marriage has always been happy and my husband most sensually satisfying in the bedroom. However, when John Duhnam was hired on to the department sharing office space with mine, I changed into a different woman. He was handsome to a degree on par with Greek gods and fictional characters in books. Every day he would go to the company gym and lift weights during his lunch break. I began the ritual of working out on the elliptical trainer across from the weight lifting area and gobbling up every inch of his profoundly muscular body with my eyes. The second he lay on the weight bench I pictured him laying back on a bed with me dribbling chocolate syrup across those impeccable ab muscles, slowly licking the sweetness off his sculpted stomach. This is what I had become from the first sight of him.