Well with Christmas nearly upon us, its been uber busy...
I've been writing nearly from sun up til I go to sleep...suppose that I had alot to say...
finished 3 chapters this week, alot of work but oh so enjoyable.
At times I wish I had a friendly distraction that held up to the test of time, but apparently that just wasn't in the cards for me this week lol
The work that I did was on the book Gabriels 8 and also Cross Dominance...
2 projects that seemingly call for my attention more so then eating or sleeping...
I'm afraid that like a bottle, I fall into the writing as an outlet...thought about riding horses or getting up and taking a much needed vacation, however there are far too many people requiring what little time that I do have to lend.
You know, thats alright, being needed is wonderful, but wouldn't it be grand to be taken care of as well?
Ah so that was my rant this week...
forgive me this indulgence...everyone needs to throw dirt at the wall once in awhile...don't they?
I saved two bits for you all...the first is just me, late night, unable to find sleep,
the second is an excerpt from Gabriels 8
Enjoy!
There was a time
and what a grand time it was...
when I loved you...as no other
when seeing past my love for you was an impossibilty
I suppose that we all have our time (once) don't we?
you believed that I'd blindly wait
a fool, your fool...
as you squandered the precious time that we were given
wasted on everything but what was important
'was' because time simply ran out...as its known to do
there was a time when seeing you walk through the door caused my heart to leap,
skip a beat, lose time with the rest of my body
I was important then
so special to you
so you said
when you had the time
and now its past
the 'we' that was 'us'
you're back to being 'you' and I am back to being 'me'
both of us
with nothing but time on our hands
hands that used to hold one another...hands that subsequently let go...
there was a time for us
and what a time it was....
(Gabriels 8) Ian Freguson speaking to Sawyer:
"Do I ever cross your mind Sawyer?"
"Sometimes...often"
"and?"
"and what?"
"there you go again, always beginning your sentences with 'and'"
"Ian...why are you here?"
"to bring you home"
"I don't belong to you"
"from the second that I layed my hands upon you, you became mine"
"so says you"
"so I do. Gather your things...oh and by the by? I do realize that your mobile phone works...you aren't fooling anyone by not answering love"
"I'm not your love"
"you are"
"and why should I go anywhere with you?" Ian rolled his eyes "because you're mine. Because you belong to me"
"I'm still-"
"ah yeah, I've heard this one before...repeatedly, you still have feelings for McEwan the wanker...well can he do this?" Ian wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pressed his broad chest into Sawyers...gently brushing his lips against hers...teasing her her senses until his mouth finally found its rightful place...upon hers...
His kiss melted away most of the misgivings that lingered, the doubts that Sawyer harbored about his emotional convictions "tell me that you want me baby"
"but I'm not sure..."
"I remember the way the way that you taste...the feel of your body...come to me Sawyer...come" Sawyer swayed to the rythym of his warm, pheromonal drenched breath on her neck..."I want to...but-" tears welled up in her amber eyes, searching his for help
"I'll no' have this baby..." Ian tenderly kissed away the salty tears, now steadily streaming down her face...kissing her lightly freckled cheeks as well... he spoke: "I'll naught take no for an answer this time"
"but Ian" she protested weakly
"you and I will never settle for mediocricy, not in this lifetime, not when my heart needs to feel yours beating beneath mine...or on top of mine, depending on the position of our bodies"
she laughed a bit
"I feel lost without you Ian"
Ian flashed that brilliant smile of his, radiant in his confidence
"that and I'm immensely handsome"
"and theres that"
"you're so American"
"and you're so Irish..."
"and, and, and, and just say yes to me...to me... Ian...come into me baby...come into me..."
"I don't know..."
"quit over thinking it"
"will you quit bugging me?"
"no, never"
"ugh.." Ian kissed her quiet...hushing her mouth with his...subsequently scooping her up and into his strong arms "I'm through talking about this with you, now shut that beautiful mouth of yours... well, unless its to moan of course..."
Ian kicked the door in front of him open straight away and carried her gallantly out into the warm summer rain
drenching them both
he happily carried her through the street and back to his cottage
their home
If not just for this moment, she was to be completely his. Inherently Ian knew this truth:
this was his one true love, his life that he was holding in his arms...and he couldn't be more content with that inexplicable fact
for tonight his heart would not be denied its truth
Ian felt complete.
Well I hope that warms your heart, I recieved such a beautiful gift of words yesterday and as a result was inspired to write fairly late...
So thank you, and thank you for following the blog, its wonderful to hear from all of you through the inboxes and e mail. Your input is invaluable!
Vita nonest vivere sed valere vita est
life is more than merely staying alive...
From my hand to yours...
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
I've been writing nearly from sun up til I go to sleep...suppose that I had alot to say...
finished 3 chapters this week, alot of work but oh so enjoyable.
At times I wish I had a friendly distraction that held up to the test of time, but apparently that just wasn't in the cards for me this week lol
The work that I did was on the book Gabriels 8 and also Cross Dominance...
2 projects that seemingly call for my attention more so then eating or sleeping...
I'm afraid that like a bottle, I fall into the writing as an outlet...thought about riding horses or getting up and taking a much needed vacation, however there are far too many people requiring what little time that I do have to lend.
You know, thats alright, being needed is wonderful, but wouldn't it be grand to be taken care of as well?
Ah so that was my rant this week...
forgive me this indulgence...everyone needs to throw dirt at the wall once in awhile...don't they?
I saved two bits for you all...the first is just me, late night, unable to find sleep,
the second is an excerpt from Gabriels 8
Enjoy!
There was a time
and what a grand time it was...
when I loved you...as no other
when seeing past my love for you was an impossibilty
I suppose that we all have our time (once) don't we?
you believed that I'd blindly wait
a fool, your fool...
as you squandered the precious time that we were given
wasted on everything but what was important
'was' because time simply ran out...as its known to do
there was a time when seeing you walk through the door caused my heart to leap,
skip a beat, lose time with the rest of my body
I was important then
so special to you
so you said
when you had the time
and now its past
the 'we' that was 'us'
you're back to being 'you' and I am back to being 'me'
both of us
with nothing but time on our hands
hands that used to hold one another...hands that subsequently let go...
there was a time for us
and what a time it was....
(Gabriels 8) Ian Freguson speaking to Sawyer:
"Do I ever cross your mind Sawyer?"
"Sometimes...often"
"and?"
"and what?"
"there you go again, always beginning your sentences with 'and'"
"Ian...why are you here?"
"to bring you home"
"I don't belong to you"
"from the second that I layed my hands upon you, you became mine"
"so says you"
"so I do. Gather your things...oh and by the by? I do realize that your mobile phone works...you aren't fooling anyone by not answering love"
"I'm not your love"
"you are"
"and why should I go anywhere with you?" Ian rolled his eyes "because you're mine. Because you belong to me"
"I'm still-"
"ah yeah, I've heard this one before...repeatedly, you still have feelings for McEwan the wanker...well can he do this?" Ian wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pressed his broad chest into Sawyers...gently brushing his lips against hers...teasing her her senses until his mouth finally found its rightful place...upon hers...
His kiss melted away most of the misgivings that lingered, the doubts that Sawyer harbored about his emotional convictions "tell me that you want me baby"
"but I'm not sure..."
"I remember the way the way that you taste...the feel of your body...come to me Sawyer...come" Sawyer swayed to the rythym of his warm, pheromonal drenched breath on her neck..."I want to...but-" tears welled up in her amber eyes, searching his for help
"I'll no' have this baby..." Ian tenderly kissed away the salty tears, now steadily streaming down her face...kissing her lightly freckled cheeks as well... he spoke: "I'll naught take no for an answer this time"
"but Ian" she protested weakly
"you and I will never settle for mediocricy, not in this lifetime, not when my heart needs to feel yours beating beneath mine...or on top of mine, depending on the position of our bodies"
she laughed a bit
"I feel lost without you Ian"
Ian flashed that brilliant smile of his, radiant in his confidence
"that and I'm immensely handsome"
"and theres that"
"you're so American"
"and you're so Irish..."
"and, and, and, and just say yes to me...to me... Ian...come into me baby...come into me..."
"I don't know..."
"quit over thinking it"
"will you quit bugging me?"
"no, never"
"ugh.." Ian kissed her quiet...hushing her mouth with his...subsequently scooping her up and into his strong arms "I'm through talking about this with you, now shut that beautiful mouth of yours... well, unless its to moan of course..."
Ian kicked the door in front of him open straight away and carried her gallantly out into the warm summer rain
drenching them both
he happily carried her through the street and back to his cottage
their home
If not just for this moment, she was to be completely his. Inherently Ian knew this truth:
this was his one true love, his life that he was holding in his arms...and he couldn't be more content with that inexplicable fact
for tonight his heart would not be denied its truth
Ian felt complete.
Well I hope that warms your heart, I recieved such a beautiful gift of words yesterday and as a result was inspired to write fairly late...
So thank you, and thank you for following the blog, its wonderful to hear from all of you through the inboxes and e mail. Your input is invaluable!
Vita nonest vivere sed valere vita est
life is more than merely staying alive...
From my hand to yours...
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
