Shelley Aikens:  Hot, Steamy Erotica
 
Nothing like completely dropping off the face of the virtual world to make a girl feel guilty!  So my two-month stint of full time work has dragged out into 5 months, and only now is it finally drawing to a close (I think). I'm excited to be able to get back to my long days of writing--sitting in the sunshine in the backyard with my laptop, my cats trying to knock it off so they can sit on my lap instead...  I've been able to get little snatches of writing done here and there, but nothing like what I thought I would do :(  I now have a whole new respect for those writers who work at full time day jobs, only to pump out great books in the wee hours of the morning or late at night. 

Okay, so I might be fibbing a bit when I say I'm getting right back to my writing--actually, I'll be going on a bit of a detour first when I head out on a 3-week vacation, driving down the west coast from Vancouver to California. I've driven the coast before, and was amazed at how beautiful it is.  (If you get a chance, you should try it--as long as you don't tend to get carsick, as the twisty coast road in California will do you in). Whenever I go on a trip, I get excited about all the great story ideas I might have, but I'm not so sure about camper van road trips.  Not much sex appeal in the idea of trekking to the communal toilets, eating hot dogs around the fire pit, or wearing your flipflops into the shower in the morning. 

But Europe, on the other hand, now that's a sexy trip!  (provided you're not backpacking--see above re. communal toilets, flipflops in the shower, but also include the fact that you're sleeping in a room full of snoring strangers.)  I recently went to Italy and the Southwest coast of England, and I definitely got lots of great story ideas there! I've never been to Italy before, and I can't say I was particularly excited to go there.  My Italian is super-basic (limited to what I learned on the plane on the way there), and Italian guys don't really float my boat.  Or so I thought before I actually saw a few Italian men in person.  Yummy!  Well, I might have to correct myself and say Italian boys, as the loveliest specimens were usually between 20 and 25, sadly a bit too young for me. But not too young for my fantasies! 

I've lately had a bit of a thing for Bollywood guys (google Akshay Kumar or Hrithik Roshan if you have any doubt), but I have to say that some of the Italian guys I saw are giving them a run for their money.  The hotel desk clerk looked so much like my favourite Akshay Kumar that I just about fainted on the spot!
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And then the coastal setting in Devon & Cornwall--wild and windswept, craggy shoreline, dramatic views--wouldn't it be nice to take one of those gorgeous Italian guys and drop them into a Cornwall setting along with my willing and experimental heroine?  If you're a writer who's feeling blocked, just take a trip to Europe--I'm sure you can write it off on your taxes as research, right???
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7/10/2012 15:12:53

Great blog, love the template.

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12/6/2013 06:52:54

Took the day off and was just reading up some blogs and thought I would post here

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