Heeey!

You guys know I love you right? And you know how much I want to finish these fics I've got going, yes? I didn't mean to do what I'm doing now--those fics just kind of grew. L&C was supposed to be real short---CrazyLana was supposed to be a ficlet, for heavens sake! So--you guys, you have to knock it off. Every time you ask me to expand something, I'm all 'Okee-dokee!!' and go skipping off like a big ole...skippy thing. See how I am? A little flattery and I'm rolling over and waving my paws in the air, which would be cute if I was a fuzzy little kitty, but you know, overweight old broad here so not so much really with cuteness...

What was my point?

Oh, yeah--finishing. I almost always finish my WIPs. I've stalled on some epilogues, but I usually finish what I have to say about a thing. In other words, I will finish, maybe not as timely as I wish but it will be done! Hang in there with me folks!

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Dear Diary.
Why is it that the one time I let the puppy out to the back yard and I’m dressed like an insane clown bag lady is the one time the mysterious never seen neighbors are in their back yard? Thank goodness I’m able to make that look work. *fluffs fright wig*

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Helloooo! Say, did I tell you I spent the day in New York yesterday? I had a great time—we went to a play—Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, which I enjoyed very much. We ate dinner at Tavern On The Green, because my beloved friend thought we should do that and I’m pretty much a sheep when it comes to her so I agreed. We took her wonderful mother with us, and when I got all freezy cold in the theater she snuggled me all up! *happysigh*. It felt wonderful to get mommy snuggles again—you never grow out of wanting them. And wasn’t it great of my dearest to share her mom with me? True love, that!

So, on that note of sweetness and light—let’s have more Torture fic! Blame John Lithgow on you not getting this sooner!

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eta:when will i learn to do lj cuts? *sob*

Soooo, anyhoo...

...I'm thinking--and yes, I'm off today and in one of those moods...I'm thinking, recently there was a--what can we call it--mental explosion, in which a young lady asked to be paid for fic. She had very reasoned arguments as to why this would be a good thing. And my stars, how many times have I seen in author's notes “feedback or i won't write *insert title here* anymore.”

Thusly it occurs to me—Hey! fic is a valuable commodity. I know some of you really like some of the stuff I've done, if not asking me to “please god stop think of the children” is any indication--so, I have a proposal for you fine folks. Think seriously about this before you turn me down.

I, Mizz Roxy Rose, propose an exchange. In return for more of *whatever fic ya'll want* all I ask that you clean one room of my house.

Yes, that's it--just one room. Per thousand words.

A bargain, no? A simple vacuuming, dusting, shaking the pillows, brushing the curtains and wiping off the lampshades for deathless prose.

I further ask that if you’re one of the rare people who visit my journal for the pr0n, (tsk!) you do a load of laundry. Simple washing for a blowjob, a full load washed dried and folded for a three-some—this can be negotiated…This benefits all of us—I get to write full time with a clear conscious, you get what you want—literary gems of stunning genius…Mr Roxy might get confused but that could work out to your benefit too *koff* what? I really *HATE* housework…stop looking at me like that…No. I’m not pimping out my husband! unless it works?


So, there is my modest proposal—ooooooo!

I think I hear The Mr. Softee truck!!!!

SPAM!!! ummmmm--yummy!

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Oh my goodness!! I’m having so much fun! I hope it’s as fun for you as it is for me!!


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