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[03 Sep 2009|05:21pm] |
I've been trying to post more stuff to my writing blog and then pimping it out to various sources. So here I am, donning my big, fuzzy, purple hat and doing the pimp thing. (Poorly, but doing it)
If you have not taken the time to stop and read anything I have written, please do so. I need to build a larger reader base. Without readers I am simply a woman sitting around playing with her imaginary friends. I write what I do for other people to enjoy. If I did it for myself I wouldn't stress about making it just right for you all.
rcmurphy.wordpress.com/
Thank you for reading. I really do appreciate it.
-Renee
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| New short story! |
[10 Jun 2009|03:40pm] |
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I've been hard at work on a new story to share with my readers. Its been a while since I have posted anything anywhere for anyone to read. I do have to toot my own horn a little bit and say I did a pretty good job with this story. Though I hit a snag when I had intended to write an erotica piece and ended up with simply romance instead. Oh well. Its still good.
Excerpt:
“One hundred and ten, one hundred and eleven, one hundred and twelve…” “You know, you could stay out here all week and never count them all.” The deep, rumbling voice coming from behind her had Annie up and ready to fight in seconds. A wash of foam followed in her wake as the beer she’d been nursing toppled over, soaking the blanket and her shoes. Just fucking great. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you heard me walk up.” God, his voice was so deep you could almost touch it. “I’ll just bet you are sorry. So other than being an expert on stars and how to make women waste their booze, there anything else I should know about you before I kick your ass? Are you a serial killer or…” Annie looked up at the man finally and damn near forgot why her shoes were soaked in the self-proclaimed King of Beers. “Or what?” He prompted, obviously fighting to keep the amusement off his face. “Or something…?” Jesus Christ almighty, the guy was straight out of a modeling catalogue. Every line of his face was perfect. Not so perfect that a plastic surgeon had his fingers in all that flawlessness, but as close as you got without help. The moon lit his face just right, giving a sharp contrast between his face and the rest of him. It leeched the color from his eyes, leaving them almost as silver as the moon itself, but that wealth of hair tumbling just below his shoulders was as black as the sky above.
The rest of Star-Crossed can be read here:
rcmurphy.wordpress.com/
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| New blog site |
[05 Mar 2009|01:39pm] |
As much as I love LJ, its too much of a reminder of the way I thought and functioned back when I made the thing... Which was, hell way too damn long ago to remember. As of late I have taken to blogging on Myspace, which is still a tad juvenile. I feel like a teenager again at times when blogging. Especially when I am having a bad day and end up whining. Its irritating to me.
Soooo... In an effort to cut back the personal drama I seem to dredge up every time I hit a blog site or journal page, I've made a Wordpress account. The sole purpose of this account is to pimp my writing. Once a week (or more if I am feeling spry) I will be posting a new story, or an old one that I have finally gotten around to editing.
There will be no personal issues pasted all over that blog. Everything will be writing related. As I said on my other blog; not everyone needs to hear about my health issues, my personal life, or how batshit crazy I really am.
I have just one story up as of this point. There may be another up tonight if I can get my brain to cooperate.
CONTENT WARNING! My writing contains the following themes: Romance, erotica, intense sexual situations, adult language, homosexuality, bondage, graphic violence, and much more... These are not happy little fairy tales. It is writing from an adult for adults to read. If you are under 18, just forget you ever saw this entry.
Now that I've spoiled a little of the fun... Here's the damn link: rcmurphy.wordpress.com/
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| To you all... |
[31 Dec 2008|02:02pm] |
Yeah, I got lazy again. I won't be going out to party with friends as I had hoped. Instead I get to sit at home, miserable as hell. I hate being in pain. Its making me really fucking depressed.
But I hope all of you out there have a very good night. Have a drink for me. A smoke too if you do that sorta thing.
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| Love you all! |
[24 Dec 2008|05:15pm] |
Yeah, so I got lazy... One tends to get that way when they've spent a week planning, cleaning, cooking, baking, drinking, all in preparation for one damned day. LOL
Oh, for those who do not have my Myspace, here's a pic of the gingerbread house coffin I made last night.
( Under the cut... )
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| I has a Twitter now |
[29 Nov 2008|12:52am] |
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Like keeping track of a few blogs wasn't difficult enough, right? Now I've signed up for Twitter to see what all the fuss is about. I do update it at least once a day, which is more than I can say for this thing. I just haven't had this overwhelming urge to spew forth my mental vomit on LJ in a really long time.
But yes, Twitter... The site kinda annoys me because for some stupid reason it runs at a snail's pace on this computer. Other than that I have no real issues with it.
twitter.com/afrodyte5150
Ignore some of the really random crap I put on there. I've been on pain meds lately and sometimes the filter between my brain and fingers doesn't always work.
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| Faire this weekend! |
[02 Oct 2008|06:01pm] |
Celebrating it's 32nd year, Hanford Renaissance of Kings is the oldest continuously running renaissance festival in California. Admission is free, so come and join us in celebrating the Coronation and Marriage of Our Beloved King Henry VIII to his queen, Katherine of Aragon!
October 4th & 5th, 2008
Saturday Hours from 10AM to 6PM
Sunday Hours from 10AM to 5PM
Courthouse Square
Hanford, CA
http://www.hanfordrenofkings.org/index.html - Hanford Renaissance of Kings website
http://www.renfaire.com/Sites/site_format.cgi?db_id=75 - A handy map to the faire site!
From LA (from the South): Heading North on Highway 99, take Highway 198 West. Travel approx 14 miles (55 mph most of the way, 65 mph when the highway divides) to the Hanford/Redington St exit (after the second overpass). You will stop at a frontage road ( 4th Street), Cross Over the frontage road onto Redington (heading North). After going over the railroad tracks you'll come to a stop sign at 6th Street. Turn Right onto 6th St (heading East), go past the Comfort Inn to Douty Street (stop sign) and turn Left. Continue North on Douty St until you reach Faire site, it will be on the left; Superior Dairy restaurant will be on the right directly across from it.
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| I'm surrounded by books! |
[01 Oct 2008|01:26pm] |
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
When the Revolutionary war broke out, he became a blockade runner to aid his fellow Americans.
-- Taken from The Dark-Hunter Companion by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Althea Kontis.
I had to fudge a little since the fifth sentence was kinda hard to sort out. Yes, I do keep the companion close. Not because I'm obsessed, but because when roleplaying I'm constantly forgetting important details.
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| Wow... |
[16 Aug 2008|09:41pm] |
I just realized what today is.
Happy birthday Dad.
I miss you terribly and I hope that you had a grand ol time celebrating today on the Other Side.
Love you.
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| Rickrolled... |
[30 Jul 2008|09:55pm] |
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By my own fiance!
Well, kinda... He walked through the house, just like he does on a billion other nights. Only this time as he came near my little hiding spot on the couch, he looked me and said, "You know what's sad? I Rickrolled myself..."
and POOF there it was, stuck in my head for the past... oh... HOUR or so.
That man is just lucky I don't own a strap-on or it would be "SURPRISE BUTTSECKS!"
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| Prick puppets |
[10 Jul 2008|05:47pm] |
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There comes a point in every relationship where you check your sanity at the bedroom door. You no longer need to maintain a certain persona when you walk into the bedroom. You are finally free to be yourself, in all of your nude glory. (Metaphorically and literally)
Unfortunately I am a tad insane. As in I probably should have seen a shrink sometime in the past few years and gotten medication to control it. But who needs meds and quacks when the roller coaster ride of insanity is so...shiny?
Here's a great example of how far my mind has gone. Last month the fiance and I were laying in bed naked, because lets face it, trying to keep clothes on in the oppressive heat of Fresno is impossible. I dare someone to remain fully clothed at night and be able to rest while sweating in places you didn't know were capable of sweating.
But anyways, we are in bed, nude, watching whatever odd cartoon he had pulled up on the TV. I'm laying on him, head on his chest, arm across his stomach, leg sprawled over his. Something starts to graze against my thigh. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what exactly is now poking at my thigh, begging for attention.
I peek down at him and make those obnoxious baby noises I usually cringe at, directed towards his manhood. It annoys him, I know it, but I still do it. To make it worse, I slid down to get face to face with It, to make sure my guy knows what part of his body I am speaking with.
As I come to eye level with It, I realize that it has... for lack of a better word, lips. All thoughts of baby talk fly out of my head as I stare in wonder at these tiny little lips. Three years with a guy and one would think that I had every single inch of his manhood memorized. Nope! My honey still holds some surprises for me downstairs. I am such a lucky lady.
So here I am, face to face with the words tiniest and most perfect pair of lips that just so happen to be resting on the tip of my fiance's prick. That does not deter me from testing them out. Not in that way, you perverts! I wanted the lips to talk! That's what lips do, right? So I grasped around those little lips and proceeded to make them move.
Gods it was funny as hell the first time I made them open and shut. Then I realized that he needed a voice. Being slightly sleepy, I resorted to my best (and worst) Gollum impression to add a voice to It. At first It started out just hitting on me (Hey, its a dick, what else is it going to do?) but as I got bolder with my little performance It began to complain about his neighbors, the testicles. Apparently the testicles had taken to bullying It and were plotting to beat the crap out of him.
By this time my fiance is nearly hyperventilating because he has not stopped laughing since I first started adding a voice to my new puppet. Yes, I fully admit to it now, I used his prick as a puppet. It was hard as hell not to laugh along with my guy, but I was determined to put on my little show and no fit of giggles was going to stop me. My puppet and I went on to discuss what its plans for the night were. He was adamant about visiting his girlfriend, who just so happened to be located between my legs. I tried to convince him that a change of scenery would be nice, why didn't he take a visit to my fiance's belly button? It was nice enough and if he so happened to feel the urge to "spit" there was a perfect little place to do so.
Of course after nearly twenty minuets of talking to myself and hearing my guy laughing I finally grew weary of my puppet and gave him a reward for his patience. No, I'm not going into details there. Don't even ask.
There you have it, folks. Proof that I am, indeed, as crazy as I claim.
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| An odd thing happened on the way to the toilet... |
[10 Jul 2008|05:02pm] |
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So for the past month I have walked past my fiance's Raider's calendar and wondered at the little smiley face that my love has drawn on July 11th, my birthday. I remember the day he ran into the bedroom and drew the happy little fellow, but for the life of me I could not remember why he was there, grinning at me like he had a secret to tell and I was too dumb to hear it.
Finally one day, on the way to the bathroom, I walked past the calendar and yelled across the house. "Why the hell is there a smiley face on my birthday?"
After a second my shout was returned with another. "So I remember to eat you out!"
Have you ever tried to walk into a bathroom that has eight mirrors and try to avoid seeing your own blushing face? Its damn near impossible!
I love my fiance to death, but he does some of the oddest things that either leave me scratching my head or wishing to god I had had the brains to not ask why. As a matter of fact I am seriously considering striking the word "Why" from my vocabulary.
I know my sanity would greatly appreciate it!
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| OMG this has happened to me! |
[24 Jan 2008|11:56am] |
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Evil Green Lantern shirts!! They do it to me all the time. I'm surprised I still have a nipple left!
(clicky the picture and go visit The Devils Panties, its not Satanic porn, but still funny as hell!)
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| It's almost here |
[24 Dec 2007|12:26am] |
Happy Holidays to everyone out there in Livejournal land!
I hope you all have a bright and shiny New Year!!
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| I support... |
[29 Nov 2007|01:58pm] |
As a few of you know I've been working on a movie script. In the middle of this is a bunch of personal bullshit that has more or less stopped any and all progress.
Not to mention the writers strike that I have been watching carefully. I have a friend who's father is striking right now, and I totally feel for them.
I've had the delusion that I can write and I hope some day to have something I write produced (don't ask about the current script, that is a whole mess I don't want to talk about) I'll probably write a horror movie script next, just because I can.
I stole this icon from a fellow Blood Ties fan.... Don't remember who. I've seen several versions, all with different shows and such.
I'm rambling...
OH!!! For my fellow geeks (the whole two of you) Mike and I have decided to celebrate Hogswatch instead of Christmas this year. Neither one of us is Christian, so why should we celebrate the day their Christ was born? I am sure the neighborhood will be in an uproar about it, especially after my wonderful disemboweled dummy I had out for Halloween.
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| Stolen from a friend |
[27 Sep 2007|02:49pm] |
| What's your Changeling type? Your Result: Darkling Mysterious, Aloof, Kinda Scary. You embody all that is Darkling. Either you smell of the crypt, you suck out the life with a long, scary finger or you walk around all dopplegangly. Nightmares are what you do best. | | Beast | | | Elemental | | | Fairest | | What's your Changeling type?
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