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Naughty Netherworld News/Come as You Are Party 4 April 2021

 Happy Easter/Ostara for those who celebrate such. I was feeling a bit sad last night remembering how much my father loved Easter. My brother and I colored eggs the day before using the Paas kit which is apparently still out there. We had egg salad coming out of our ears for the next week because there were always two dozen eggs. We never did the Easter egg hiding thing because my mother didn't want to wind up finding a smelly egg behind the couch two weeks later. We just woke in the morning to Easter baskets that the Easter bunny had kindly brought us and filled with the eggs that we colored.

My son's 30 now and has no children and my brother lives in Arizona and has no children. Somehow, coloring eggs by myself doesn't hold a lot of appeal but maybe my son and I will do it for a lark next year, especially if his friend from Arizona ends up moving in with us. We've started composting so it might be fun to see the brightly colored shells amidst the compost. Apparently, I'm easily amused.

On to literary triumphs and frustrations. Those who have known me for a while know that I do NaPoWriMo and the Writers Digest April PAD challenge every year and sometimes I combine them with Camp NaNoWriMo. So, I'm waxing poetic while still trying to finish editing and formatting my poetry anthology from last fall AND the second book in the Tales from the Dreamlands series. I'm also continuing to create new material for the Tales from the Dreamlands series AND a new Cloned Heat story each month.

Some of you may know that LBRY is shutting down its original platform and switching its base of operations over to its offshoot, Odysee. I don't know why they want to do that, but they didn't ask me. Once I learned how to upload a PDF using Odysee's system (it's simple but not obvious) I figured it wouldn't be more than a minor inconvenience to update the URLs from LBRY to Odysee as LBRY had already transferred all their files to Odysee. However, I discovered an unforeseen frustration.

When I went onto the Naughty Netherworld Press channel on Odysee, I couldn't find any of my previously uploaded Cloned Heat books. Nor could I find my recently uploaded WIP chapter which I had voluntarily flagged as mature, not because it had any graphic sex scenes in it but because it contained subject matter that was potentially disturbing even if it wasn't described in detail.

Researching the situation led me to discover that Odysee is HIDING all mature subject matter. It exists, but if you don't know the URL where it exists, fuck you. Even if you created it.

This is a real Tumblr move and certainly doesn't seem in keeping with the idea of an open-source platform that celebrates free speech. Look, I don't want to see thumbnails with straight-up naked ass in my video suggestions, but, guess what, I still see it anyway, because exploiting conventionally attractive young women is always in fashion. As long as there's a thong bikini lodged in the butt crack and as long as the thumbnail doesn't lead to porn, it's not mature, it's just clickbait. The sexist double standard is alive and well. I know this because I never see any phantom Man-Ass in the thumbnails.

The whole thing really irritates me, because I was a big proponent of the LBRY model. It allowed me a way to publish my work where I can price the material as I see fit. Since I receive the full payment rather than royalty, I can cut potential readers a good deal. It's a win-win for everyone. I'll probably continue to utilize Odysee for my non-erotica projects, but it frustrates me that I can't continue using it for the erotica projects. I flagged them with a mature tag, which is the correct thing to do, and which is why I now am unable to find them. 

I'm not sure why we now have a plethora of platforms catering to pseudo-puritanism rather than to discerning adults. This pseudo-puritanism is not preventing children from finding pornographic websites and it isn't stopping child porn. All it's doing is punishing people who weren't doing anything out of line in the first place.

Setting my rant aside, I am racing to finish writing, editing, and formatting Cloned Heat IV for upload (and, hopefully, approval) on Amazon in time for this month's MFRW Steam hop (mfrwsteam.blogspot.com) and MFRW Author tweet day.

I've decided that I'm only going to participate in the MFRW hops once a month. I haven't been a very good participant lately because I'm overwhelmed, and I feel bad about that. I release the new Cloned Heat serials to coincide with the Steam hop, and MFRW participants tend to prefer longer snippets, so I can share the full first chapter of the new book. 

The Weekend Writing Warriors, Snippet Sunday, and Rainbow Snippets blog hops tend to be a bit more flexible, although at this time I may only be sharing the lead-in post for the big Cloned Heat First Chapter Reveal with Rainbow Snippets. This group is for LGBT authors and stories. My characters have varied sexual preferences. I'm a boring ole pasty-faced middle-aged vanilla straight lady. 

If you want to participate in Rainbow Snippets, head over to http://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets. They're a nice, small group and new participants are always welcome.

Anyway, if you'd like to receive the new Cloned Heat books as they're released, they're always free from Kindle Unlimited. You can also support Yours Truly by signing up for any tier on my Patreon. Yes, even the $1 per month tier gets you a fresh new Cloned Heat story, plus shout-outs for you and your website, blog, or one of your books. You can check it out at http://bit.ly/NNPPatreon.

That's about it for this time. My Internet is being really extra this morning, as in, extra annoying. I've had to restart my mellow background music video three times because it keeps cutting out. We're with a small local provider, Blue Lightning. When they're good they're really good. In fact, they're more reliable than Comcast overall. But a few months ago they had a critical router failure and didn't have the spare parts on hand. So, we were without internet service for an entire weekend, which is really annoying when you depend on the Internet for your livelihood.

I'm hoping to get more subscribers for my newsletter. Thank you to Lisabet and Teresa for taking the plunge!

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~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

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I was sorry to see that Open Clipart Vectors seem to have left Pixabay. I really liked their silly round animals.

Ready to Roll #RainbowSnippets #SnipSun #8Sunday

 

Genre:M/M erotica, sci-fi
Length:3000 words 
Content Advisory:BDSM, group sex, cliffhanger(For the book, not for this post.)
Blurb:

In Seduced by the Siren, Finn Storm got deep under Ohannes’ skin, enslaving the needful pleasure clone’s body, mind, and soul. The lusty Reject Squadron is putty in the sexy merman’s hands—all except for the canny Colonel Ionescu, who is plotting with renegade roughnecks Iker Macauley and Peregrine Varga to mastermind a rescue.

It won’t be easy to break Ohannes or the other members of the Reject Squadron free from Finn’s spell. The masterful manipulator feeds the fellows’ manly needs in ways so hot that it’s hard for even a confident and mature military man like Colonel Ionescu to resist, let alone an eager-to-please submissive like Ohannes or a couple of randy rapscallions like Sergeant Kuijpers and Corporal Viola.

Snippet

“Finn be callin’ General Bissette to him now,” Colonel Ionescu stated. “Dis be our best chance to put our plan into action. Bissette be crazy alla time from lust for Finn, and him droolin’ over your boy Ohannes now too. Won’t be no trouble to put him out sleepy.”

“It ain’t Bissette that I’m worried about, Pal,” Iker protested as Ionescu handed bags containing hypodermics prefilled with a strong sedative to Iker and Peregrine. “Leg-humpers like your self-appointed general are a dime a dozen. All we’d have to do is slap his ass and offer him a hand job, and he’d be our bitch. The salty little man-eating twink is the real threat.”

Where to BuyThis book hasn't been released yet. I normally release a new Cloned Heat cliffhanger around the eleventh of every month. Come back next week for the full first chapter from the book and (hopefully) purchase links.
In the meantime, you can grab the first three books in the Cloned Heat series from Amazon. They're free with Kindle Unlimited or just 99 cents apiece to own.https://amzn.to/31Lwch2
You can also join me on Patreon to receive the PDF version of each new Cloned Heat book monthly, plus a couple of other little perks, for just a buck a month.http://bit.ly/NNPPatreon

The Hops
http://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets
http://www.facebook.com/groups/SnippetSunday
http://wewriwa.blogspot.com

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WIP Wednesday: In the Beginning: Papa's Little Sprout

 

Image by abeer alabdullah from Pixabay

“People see what makes sense to them, reality notwithstanding.”

A swarthy, handsome man with sleek, dark hair framing his angular face and flowing down beyond his shoulders sat down on the ground beside his daughter, a lovely child clad in an eye-catching patchwork dress emblazoned with embroidered flowers. The child waved her hand, and a sprout pushed its way up from the grass, growing and blooming into a lovely white daisy. The youngster’s magical abilities alone would have been impressive. They were infinitely more so considering that the child and her father were on the dwarf planet that would come to be known as Pluto in an infant planetary system coalescing around its juvenile star.

The girl had a miserable look on her face as she tried to hide behind her plentiful waves of coal-black hair. She turned to her father and threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him.

“Papa, I know this,” the child replied in a quavering voice that went straight to her father’s heart. “I didn’t intend to be contrary. It’s just that I’ve thought about it and thought about it, and I simply can’t make myself understand, no matter how hard I try.”

“Yadira, my special little sprout, you’re not contrary at all,” the Cosmic Trickster replied tenderly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Anything, Papa,” the child declared, drying away her tears and sitting cross-legged facing her father, a conspiratorial look on her face.

“Well, as you know, this Universe we find ourselves in now was born of the tragedy that befell your homeworld, Zaïs, on the day that you were born.”

“Of course, Father. I know that you had to race through time and space and countless wormholes and dimensions to keep me safe from the evil responsible for the destruction of Zaïs. I also know that you were not native to Zaïs but that you arrived there in the time between winter and spring. You brought hope back to my mother’s soul. She had waited a long time to find you.”

“Yes, my pet, and for me, it seemed that every journey from the past led me along the path to my Nathicana. She was like water to my thirsting soul. Alas, the path back to her does not lie on a straight line, but arduous though it may be, we will one day find our way to her again. My point in telling you this is that some things are not readily apparent, even to an immortal. Even I, the mighty Nyarlathotep…”

The God scooped up a handful of dust, tossing it into the air. The particles sparkled, grew, exploded, and raced into space to become companions for Pluto. Yadira laughed and clapped her hands at her father’s exaggerated performance and manic grin. Nyarlathotep’s expression softened as he took his daughter’s hands.

*************

This is the first segment of a new chapter in my WIP, In the Time Before.

Yadira Root is the creation and intellectual property of Team Netherworld Creations/Naughty Netherworld Press. Those of you who have been coming to this juke joint for a while may know the older, snarkier version of Yadira. This tentative new novelette, novella, or novel introduces the young Yadira and illustrates the close bond that she has with her father, the Outer God Nyarlathotep.

Nathicana, the Gardens of Zaïs, Dzannin, and the white are the creations of H.P. Lovecraft, initially appearing in his 1927 poem Nathicana.

The bolding of certain words is simply to indicate where words from the Sunday Whirl Wordle were used. The remainder of these words were used in the second segment of this chapter.

Prompts Used

The Daily Spur

Path

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2021/03/25/path-2/

Pluto

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2021/03/25/pluto-as-seen-from-the-new-horizons-spacecraft-in-2015-at-a-distance-of-476000-miles/

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

First Line Friday

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/26/first-line-friday-march-26-2021/

Ragtag Daily Prompt

Cling

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/03/18/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-cling/

Sprout

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/03/19/rdp-friday-sprout/

Reedsy Prompts

https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/

Write about a mischievous pixie or trickster god.

The Sunday Whirl

Wordle 496

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2021/03/28/wordle-496/

evil

hope

inhumane

line

race

shame

soul

spring

suppress

vote

wait

water

 

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)

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Dark Hearts Love Too: Sympathy for Nyarlathotep

Dark Hearts Love Too: Sympathy for Nyarlathotep:   Image copyright Yuuki Morita Click to enlarge forever liminal the pinnacle of greatness he is not a person although he could appear to be ...
A poem for my favorite Outer God without whom my stories would not be possible. Nyarlathotep plays a key role in the Netherworld-Verse, and I thank H.P. Lovecraft for creating this beautiful and terrible monster.

Come As You Are Party: Visions of Kanye West: Welcome to My Hell

 

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This is my latest newsletter. If you aren't subscribed, remedy that lapse in judgment. Sign up here! http://bit.ly/NaughtyNetherworldNews

Happy Sunday and all that. I've mostly been concentrating on poetry this week. We're about to start the first big poetry challenge of the year, and I'm still formatting my fall collection from last year. My dreams are filled with stress, and last night that stress took the form of Kanye West. He didn't do anything except hang around being Kanye West, but his uninvited presence told me that he was a manifestation of stress.

Anyway, for those who are interested, visit me at:

poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com

http://bit.ly/POTNOdysee

or 

http://fishypoets.blogspot.com

The third link is my friend Russell's blog. I publish a poem there most Sundays. Russell has other poetry-related features that some of you may be interested in.

I'm planning to edit my newest Tales from the Dreamlands novel, "The Wizard's Key"  for this year's Camp NaNoWriMo. I may try to fit the A to Z challenge in, but it kind of feels like a bit much. I have a lot of material for The Yadira Chronicles series but am not sure just where to start with it. I have to slap out April's Cloned Heat number. Did I mention the overdue poetry compilation?

I need more subscribers for this thing. Everyone says "you gotta have a newsletter." But if nobody even reads my newsletter, isn't it kind of a waste of time to have a newsletter?

I feel like I'm chasing myself around in circles while Kanye West watches judgmentally from the sidelines.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

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Thirsty Thursday: Mystic Gallery

 

[image error] Image by DarkmoonArt_de from Pixabay

Mystic Gallery

“Let us have a little fun with this place, Yadira,” Nyarlathotep suggested to his daughter, spinning in a rapid pirouette, and trading his sharp royal blue ensemble for a zoot suit composed of wild patches of colors and patterns seamlessly woven together. “The good Princess Ondina wished for this gallery to be a place where visitors could leave their cares behind. As you have observed, each of these paintings is the gateway to a wonderful world, but none of these worlds is our world. Let us create a gateway to our very own world. How do you think that it should look?”

Yadira sprang to her feet in a surprisingly spry manner for an impossibly ancient crone. She giggled with glee as she waved her hands, creating a vast canvas on the wall before her.

“I can’t decide on the frame, Father,” she reported. “What are your thoughts? Should it have an elegant or a rustic appearance? Should it appear old or new, green or blue, metal or wood, what would be good?”

“Since this is to be our combined world, I think that I should choose one attribute and you the next until we are satisfied with our efforts. I think the frame should be ornately carved wood if you agree.”

“Rustic and ornate at once, I concur. I believe that a muted gold would be the correct shade.”

“Absolutely! We do not wish for the gold in the frame to outshine the gold of the sun or suns in our world’s skies. I feel this should be a green and pleasant world. The Zoogs like green and I intend to invite a few of them to serve as guards.”

“An excellent choice, Father. There should be a lovely house near the center of the painting, the sort of place where one could invite guests for tea.”

“Splendid! Now, I believe there must be a fence with a gate surrounding the house. Nothing terribly intimidating, mind, but one should not look at our house and think that they could simply walk right in and help themselves to whatever they desire. One must go through the gate to get to the door, and before one can approach the door, they must check in with the Zoogs at the gate. I think that a nice hellhound or two would be a fine addition to the property, but I grant that they might frighten away guests.”

“The hellhounds should remain subtly in the background,” Yadira agreed. “What season should it be, Father? I was thinking spring or summer because I believe that our painting should have plenty of flowers.”

“A lovely spring scene, most definitely,” Nyarlathotep concurred, and though he smiled broadly, his eyes sparkled with tears. “Spring or early summer, yes. As you know, my love, I first met your mother at the time between winter and spring in the gardens of Zaïs. A more beautiful scene I have never seen—ah, but you have heard this story many times before.”

Acknowledgments

This is the first segment of a new chapter in my WIP A Night in West Holpry, which is part of the Tales from the Dreamlands/Yadira Chronicles series. The full chapter can be purchased on Odysee for 15 LBC (approximately $0.45).

https://odysee.com/@naughtynetherworldpress:d/Mine-Be:7

If you don’t have an Odysee account, you can get one here.

http://bit.ly/OdyseeWithMe

This story was submitted to the weekly Reedsy Creative Writing Prompts contest on 3 March 2021. If approved, it will be available approximately a week from that date. So far, all my submissions have been approved, but I make no guarantees. My work is free to read on Reedsy. Shares are greatly appreciated. I aim to start a New Cthulhu Mythos addiction, Naughty Netherworld Style!

http://bit.ly/CieYouOnReedsy

Prompts Used

Putting My Feet in the Dirt

http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com

Reedsy Prompts

https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/

Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Submitted on 25 March 2021.

Want More?

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First Look Friday: Mystic Gallery

 

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Mystic Gallery

“Let us have a little fun with this place, Yadira,” Nyarlathotep suggested to his daughter, spinning in a rapid pirouette, and trading his sharp royal blue ensemble for a zoot suit composed of wild patches of colors and patterns seamlessly woven together. “The good Princess Ondina wished for this gallery to be a place where visitors could leave their cares behind. As you have observed, each of these paintings is the gateway to a wonderful world, but none of these worlds is our world. Let us create a gateway to our very own world. How do you think that it should look?”

Yadira sprang to her feet in a surprisingly spry manner for an impossibly ancient crone. She giggled with glee as she waved her hands, creating a vast canvas on the wall before her.

“I can’t decide on the frame, Father,” she reported. “What are your thoughts? Should it have an elegant or a rustic appearance? Should it appear old or new, green or blue, metal or wood, what would be good?”

“Since this is to be our combined world, I think that I should choose one attribute and you the next until we are satisfied with our efforts. I think the frame should be ornately carved wood if you agree.”

“Rustic and ornate at once, I concur. I believe that a muted gold would be the correct shade.”

“Absolutely! We do not wish for the gold in the frame to outshine the gold of the sun or suns in our world’s skies. I feel this should be a green and pleasant world. The Zoogs like green and I intend to invite a few of them to serve as guards.”

“An excellent choice, Father. There should be a lovely house near the center of the painting, the sort of place where one could invite guests for tea.”

“Splendid! Now, I believe there must be a fence with a gate surrounding the house. Nothing terribly intimidating, mind, but one should not look at our house and think that they could simply walk right in and help themselves to whatever they desire. One must go through the gate to get to the door, and before one can approach the door, they must check in with the Zoogs at the gate. I think that a nice hellhound or two would be a fine addition to the property, but I grant that they might frighten away guests.”

“The hellhounds should remain subtly in the background,” Yadira agreed. “What season should it be, Father? I was thinking spring or summer because I believe that our painting should have plenty of flowers.”

“A lovely spring scene, most definitely,” Nyarlathotep concurred, and though he smiled broadly, his eyes sparkled with tears. “Spring or early summer, yes. As you know, my love, I first met your mother at the time between winter and spring in the gardens of Zaïs. A more beautiful scene I have never seen—ah, but you have heard this story many times before.”

Acknowledgments

This is the first segment of a new chapter in my WIP A Night in West Holpry, which is part of the Tales from the Dreamlands/Yadira Chronicles series. The full chapter can be purchased on Odysee for 15 LBC (approximately $0.45).

https://odysee.com/@naughtynetherworldpress:d/Mine-Be:7

If you don’t have an Odysee account, you can get one here.

http://bit.ly/OdyseeWithMe

This story was submitted to the weekly Reedsy Creative Writing Prompts contest on 3 March 2021. If approved, it will be available approximately a week from that date. So far, all my submissions have been approved, but I make no guarantees. My work is free to read on Reedsy. Shares are greatly appreciated. I aim to start a New Cthulhu Mythos addiction, Naughty Netherworld Style!

http://bit.ly/CieYouOnReedsy

Prompts Used

Putting My Feet in the Dirt

http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com

Reedsy Prompts

https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/

Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Submitted on 25 March 2021.

Want More?

http://bit.ly/morennp

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)

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Sweatin' Bullets

 

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My dudes and dudettes, this is me.
I have taken on more than a touch too much like, you know, always. 
I thought I could handle doing multiple blog hops in a week, but I simply can't. 
I'm grinding my teeth, I can't sleep, I hardly take time to eat. I'm never "off," and I need to get "off."
That doesn't mean what it sounds like it means, but I never pass up a chance for double entendre.
Anyway, for those who care, the following is the new blog hop schedule for the foreseeable future.
http://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets
I will participate in Rainbow Snippets on the first Saturday of each month. This is a group for LGBT authors and readers and/or stories with LGBT characters. They prefer snippets of around 8 sentences.
http://mfrw-authors.blogspot.com
http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com

http://mfrwsteam.blogspot.com
I'll hit the ground running (or, you know, plodding while supporting my broken-down bod on my walker) with the MFRW Trifecta on the second Tuesday/Wednesday each month. MFRW Steam falls on the second Tuesday and coincides with MFRW Retweet Day on the second Wednesday. These groups tend to prefer longer excerpts, so this will be my opportunity to share the first chapter of the newest Cloned Heat book.
http://www.facebook.com/groups/SnippetSunday
The third Sunday of each month will be Snippet Sunday. This group tends to like excerpts of around 8-10 sentences.
http://wewriwa.blogspot.com
The fourth Sunday of the month will be for Weekend Writing Warriors. This group also prefers snippets 8-10 sentences long. 
Hopefully, this tactic will allow me to take a little better care of myself, which is something that I'm not very good at doing and never have been very good at doing. My stress levels are through the roof and nothing is very much fun, so something's gotta give. 
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

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The Lord is testing Me

 

So, LBRY is being retired and is switching all of its content to Odysee.
"No problem," naively says me. "I will just upload my latest bit to Odysee instead. A nice PDF like always...wait!"
Lo and behold, Odysee only accepts video formats.
Fuck my life.
I emailed support, but I have very little faith that the issue will be resolved. Written content creators were outliers on LBRY, but it worked.
So, I went and dusted off my Patreon and tweaked the tiers.
Take a look at what I've got. Just a buck will get you a new spicy Cloned Heat story every month, if that sort of thing happens to be your bag, Baby.
http://patreon.com/naughtynetherworldpress
The more you pay, the more you get. The higher the tier, the bigger the bounty. 
Anyway, that's why I'm still up at nearly 3 A.M. That and insomnia.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


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All the News that's Unfit to Print 21 March 2021

 This is my latest newsletter. I only have one subscriber (thank you, Teresa) so far. If you want this good stuff in your inbox, you need to subscribe too. Then we can do newsletter swaps and stuff. Sign up using the handy link below.

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Here I sit all agnostic on a Sunday morning, preparing not to go to church. We actually have a nice little church in our town, but my son, our lodger and I only go there for the food bank. I'm a bit disappointed that no-one bursts into flames when I set foot in the church, but maybe they're safe because it's only the food pantry. This weak-sauce attempt at a joke harks back to a stupid rumor that circulated about me back when I was in high school. I was a big weirdo living in a town filled with people that bought into all the Satanic Panic nonsense, so you can probably gather where this is going.

I think I might sell what little soul I have if I could find a demon who would take care of the blog hop visits for me. I end up feeling like a real shit because I never seem to be able to visit everyone. I was on track last week, and then the big storm blew in and knocked out the power, so, the best-laid plans and all that. However, the lucky winners of my visits don't only get fun and playfully snarky commentary from me. Their post is also shared by whatever social media links they make available. 

In other news, I still have too many projects and nobody is surprised. I think I will feed the next word-count purist a book. I tire of people who declare that one must write x number of words a day or one isn't a "real" writer. If you're writing, you're a real writer. Everyone has their own system or is trying to find a system that works for them. I cannot abide snobs.

I not only write my books, but I am also my own editor (what, you think I can afford one of those?), my own publisher, and my own publicist. I also take care of the meal planning and cooking, and I am the dishwasher. As the only person in the household with both an operational vehicle and a driver's license, I am also Uber. My son and I do the grocery shopping together. Because we live at least 50 miles from any city, we generally hit Costco only. I am irritated that Costco doesn't sell Cool Whip. Maybe I need to order some of those whipped topping packets and blend them with the shelf-stable whipping cream that I order. I am notorious for making whipped cream that is just slightly fizzy sweetened soup.

Anyway, here is everything that you need to know about in the Naughty world of words this week.

The free promo for Cloned Heat III is done, but the book is always free from Kindle Unlimited. 
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Purchasing my work from LBRY is a very cost-effective choice. I get the full amount rather than a royalty percentage, and you pay less than you would by buying the book from Amazon. Admissibly, you can't beat the free Kindle Unlimited option. If you don't have a LBRY account, don't hesitate. LBRY is a free, open-source marketplace and is another avenue for creators to make their work available without having to worry about the rules imposed by platforms like YouTube, Patreon, or even some of the small players like Ko-Fi, where you aren't allowed to publish a link to erotica of any kind, including written works.

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I guess that's about it for now. I need to finish formatting my poetry book. My problem is I enjoy the creation process and want to just keep creating, but if I want the work to be seen I have to publish and promote it. This is a problem that I think that a lot of the big-name authors forget about. Of course, a small baked potato like yours truly doesn't have to worry about events such as book signings. All of my books are of the electronic variety, and I'm such a socially awkward mess that no-one would ever want me to do a book signing anyway.

I had weird dreams last night. I dreamed that my mother died but my father was still alive. My father has been gone for 10 years. My mother will be 82 years old this year. She was just given a clean bill of health by her cardiologist and pulmonologist, but when one is 82, there's always an increased chance that one of the components will just stop working. The women in my mother's family (myself included) are prone to precognitive dreams. I hope this isn't one of those times.

I then dreamed that my son and I were at a restaurant such as Denny's or Perkins and that Keanu Reeves joined us for dinner. There was a young sea lion making its way through the restaurant and it befriended my son. I needed to use the facilities, but they were having plumbing problems. When we went outside, my son and the sea lion slid down a slip-n-slide on the way to the car. I asked Keanu Reeves to call me and said I had some ideas for a project that we could work on together.

I have no idea what the second dream means, except for the bathroom part. If you dream about needing to go to the bathroom, it means you need to go to the bathroom. I'm rather sure that I'm not going to have dinner with Keanu Reeves or work on a project with him, more's the pity, and I'm quite sure that my son is not going to go for a slide down a slip-n-slide with a sea lion.

That's all for now. If nothing else, you can be happy that your dreams aren't as weird as mine.

Cie the Ornery Old Writer


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