Anne N. Mouse: Blog

I don't know if I've discussed this here before, but probably I have... Anyway, I'm an addict. What am I addicted to? Playing an online game.
That sounds like something I ought to be able to kick relatively easily... Right? Not really, so I've discovered. I've known for most of my life that I had issues with this area of my personality... When I was in the military and over seas I would take two dollars and buy a roll of nickles (leave any other cash and my checkbook in my locker) then walk to the all ranks club where I would play the slots as long as the nickles would last... Now the nickle slot was somewhat loose... to the point that could eat several hours if I never won big (500 or so coins... Then I would stop!) sometimes if it got to closing time (hey they had to close early all the people who used the club had to be at work early in the morning) I'd leave with no money, sometimes with just a bit more than I came with and rarely with a pocket full of bills. Occasionally I'd feel good and play the push line on the craps table at a dollar bet and pull that off every time I won... (start with no more than $10 using the same rules as I did for slots) anyway, this was a nearly nightly habit. It didn't keep me broke, but it didn't help! It also meant that I didn't do everything I should as a soldier.
Fast forward a few years, I'm not a heavy drinker, but like to have a couple after work. No problem right? I'm never really drunk, I'm not driving, etc, etc all the 'safe' things you're supposed to do to drink safely. But as my then SO told me one day just after I'd had about half my first beer: You're nasty and mean to the kids when you're drinking. Now if I'd been more sober I might have ignored that, and if I was more drunk I might have ignored that, but I was just lit enough for that to hit directly home. I poured out the rest of that beer and gave any other beer that I had in the house to a neighbor and told said neighbor that I would not take any more beer from them.
For a long time after than I wouldn't even have beer in the house! Not even when it might have been nice, like when I was working at roofing and could have used the occasional beer to make things just a bit easier after lumping shit around all day.
Fast forward to now, so I'm divorced (according to my SO my fault so not trying that again... Not even a 'committed relationship' [tried that too, SO there told me they left because reasons to do with me... I must be too broken to be in a relationship according to two people]) I can live without that sort of pain and drama in my life. So I bought a bit of beer to prove to myself that I had control over that... I do. I've had the same 12 pack in my fridge for 4 years...
But recall earlier I spoke of the reels on the slot machine being able to fascinate me and keep me away from what I should do as a soldier? Well online there are slots... I know to avoid those!!! But there are other non gambling games on the web. Some of those involve 'building' a 'world' whether that means Civilization or any of the knockoffs or farmville where you build a farm or trains... Well you get the picture. I started one of the farm games about 4 years ago... Was one farm enough? No! Two? No! Three? Barely...
And now I've sworn I'll quit 'farming', but I haven't managed it yet!

In years past I had been using blogger to blog in the hope for the ability to raise a little money for myself. Now needless to say, given my very intermittent output I've basically been poking that with a stick. So not much hope there unless I should have something go viral, which given that I don't have a lot of followers even here is not very apt to happen... But hey maybe I'd stumble upon a meme and someone famous would see it an pass it on? Not much hope of that (sort of like hoping to win the lottery while not even playing regularly!) given my work habits with regard to blogging... I mean it has been since 2010 (I think) since I put something up on blogger...

Oh my, no wonder I can't succeed, I'm not working!
I just checked... My last entry was 2015 (a bit better than I thought) but there was only one entry for that year.
Strangely enough, being here and getting the feedback from my audience has encouraged me to continue to write and blog quite a bit more regularly than what Ive done at blogger.

On anything I've been writing for a while. It is like the well has gone dry. Which is why I'm back to posting these bland little bits (and complaining when I can't find anything interesting to read [1,000,000 words a month is a bad addiction!]) to do at least a bit of writing exercise.

After all there is one rule above all others: Write!

Okay, given the sorts of things I write about complaining about the subject another author writes about... Yet at the same time there is very little that I find erotic about waste products... Not urine, not menstrual blood, not (especially) scat... Okay I'm not against a clean ass fuck, but not one that involves a lot of scat. After all the anus can be a very sensitive area and give a lot of pleasure, and then scat may occasionally come out but scat is not the point of anal sex as far as I'm concerned....

While I didn't intend the 'stories' to be quite as closely related to each other there is no denying that as of now if you read one of the Cocksockett stories you probably need to read them all...
So I know some of them really are very hard to read. Which is part of the reason that I haven't put them all in the same entry. Still, I'm pleased with what I've done and with the audience reaction as a whole. I really expect some of them to have a total yuck factor, and there will probably be more of that sort... Because life if full of situations that make you say YUCK! and not in a good way...
TJ