Smut & Scones

I took two days off from work for a long weekend, and the extent to which it fills me up to have a leisurely morning coffee, to sit and watch the grey clouds in the sky and the palm trees swaying in the wind, to have my books and my notebooks spread out around me, or just do nothing and watch my shows for several hours -- I cannot overstate it.  I have chores to do and laundry to run, and I’ll do all that tomorrow and feel good about getting a bunch of housework done that I normally free stressed out about during the week.  I’m excited to have open stretches of time to work on my projects, without feeling pressed for time and trying to cram in creativity.  It's so important to take rest. Our bodies and minds will burn out if we don't and that's not sustainable. You're not going to be doing your best work if you're exhausted and empty, nor will you be able to sustain the momentum you need to keep going for the long haul in order to build your author empire...

"I have no idea what I'm fucking doing!" she said, as surprised at the snarl in her voice as Simon was not. "You're thinking too much," he replied, soothing, honeyed tones that had been part of the reason she found herself in this predicament in the first place. "Let your instincts guide you." "I don't have instincts for this!" "You do now." All she felt was hunger, a gnawing, desperate, dizzying, blinding hunger. A need so great it scared her, because this wasn't normal, there must be something wrong with her. Simon's hands smoothed down her arms from behind, cool and calming. "Breath in deeply," he said. "Catch the scent. Let it fill you up. There. You have it, don't you? You can taste it on the air. I can feel your skin prickling. Your heart beat is speeding up. It's all right, let it. It won't harm you. Now. Part your lips, give yourself room to grow." Her eyes had clos...