Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh–, um, hog.

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I haven’t written in over two weeks. Main reason? I don’t feel like I’ve had anything new or interesting to say. This sucks. But you know, life. All work and no play. Responsibilities. Deadlines. Stuff.

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve had lots of subjects come up in my mind, things for random discussion, but then I’d get back to work and forget about them. And honestly, I shouldn’t be writing this now, but I felt the need for a break. So instead of elaborating on any of them, I’m just going to toss out some random thoughts here, and if any of you would like to pick up on one or more of them, please feel free.

  1. Good tops are worth their weight in gold. The more stories I hear about the crappy ones (and the more I recall my own experiences with a few of them over the years), the more I appreciate the kind, considerate and thoughtful tops who know they hold our vulnerability in their hands and treat it well. ♥
  2. I don’t regret my bad scene experiences. Luckily, I was not badly damaged by any of them, and I learned from them.
  3. Always keep your instincts well honed. If things seem off, or too good to be true, then oftentimes that’s your gut trying to tell you something. People are not always what they seem to be.
  4. (Here comes Granny Buzzkill) A moving car is not a toy. It’s a potentially lethal weapon. Horsing around in them, texting, speeding, isn’t funny; it’s utterly irresponsible. And to keep this on topic, no, it’s not a spanking offense. It warrants license suspension. Yeah, I know, I’m being a hard-ass. I will say this once and then never again — if you ever lose a loved one to a car accident, you will know where I’m coming from. Please. Just don’t.
  5. Question: Why does a top who ended things with me keep checking out my profile on a kink site? I mean, what’s up with that? If he didn’t want anything more to do with me, why does he keep looking at me? (sigh) And yes, I’d welcome him back in a heartbeat were he to change his mind.
  6. I am nervous AF about going back to a national party next month. Excited too, looking forward to seeing/meeting some people, but after a year off, it’s going to feel weird. I’m really not sure where my place is in these things, nowadays.
  7. And finally, last but most definitely not least: My friend Jay has returned to blogging. Like me, she took a long break (hers was four years to my one). Like me, she’s trying to find her way back, find her people, dipping her toes back in and trying to get past some hard times. Please welcome her back, link her blog to your roll if it isn’t there already, and give her a read. I hope she will stick around.

Back to work with me. 🙂

Potpourri

I really don’t have a whole lot to say, but given that my stats finally went up this week, I should say something.

Something.

OK, now that I got the smartassery out of the way…

I got the prepaid UPS mailer from CreateSpace so I could send back the WIN proof copy and the one of the FAIL final copies. The UPS slip was marked “Urgent Next Day” and attention to the person I spoke with on the phone, so at least it’s not going to land on the desk of someone knowing zip about the situation. I covered both books with Post-It notes and I took pictures of them before packaging them. So now it’s out of my hands. Stay tuned, once again!

My mother is leaving the hospital tomorrow and going back to her facility. Her kidneys, which appeared to be failing, have started working again. Crazy. To those who would say “Wow, that’s great news”… well, no. No, it isn’t. (sigh) Yup, some will judge me for that. So be it.

But enough of that. Time to lighten up — tomorrow is Monday! 😀  It was a fun weekend with John. I swear, no one makes me laugh like that man does. We were in a Chinese restaurant last night and he practically had me in tears for several minutes. The server kept looking our way; she must have thought I was nuts, because I was laughing so uncontrollably. But of course she was far enough away so she couldn’t hear what he was saying, and she couldn’t see his deadpan face.

It’s like I’ve said — the man is the Devil.



Oh, and speaking of laughs, I was cruising the weekend blogs, catching up, and I ran across a photo that made me howl so loudly, John came running in from the living room. Sarah Gregory was in town this week and she shot with Clare Fonda. Apparently, Clare’s dog gets excited around spanking; damn, that must be one happy pup! 😀

I look forward to seeing both Sarah and Clare in a few weeks at SL. I suspect Clare is going to leave Maxxxi home, however.

Oh, and now that I’ve been on Twitter for two weeks, I can share my impression so far. Once in a while, there is something interesting/funny/poignant/whatever to read. The rest of the time:

1. a whole lot of conversations going on. Why don’t these people just IM? Or text? Or (gasp) talk?
2. a lot of talk about food and drink. Yes, I’m sure your sushi or your Dairy Queen sundae was delicious, but the rest of the Twittering world doesn’t really care. No, Craig, no one has mentioned lattes yet.
3. many, many, MANY photos. Fine, except everyone and their kinky mother already has a spanking photoblog, so isn’t it getting a bit redundant?
4. some people must live with their fingers permanently on a Blackberry. Their tweets number in the thousands. No one, not even that weird bearded Dos Equis dude, is that interesting.

Hope y’all had a nice weekend.

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