I crossed the continental divide three times today. The first two were gentle inclines between Idaho Falls and Butte, Montana on I-15. Didn't get lower than 4th gear and 50 mph. But heading up and down the pass on I-15 north of Butte, that was five miles in second gear at 35. I need to cross MacDonald Pass on Monday and then I will be west of the divide for the summer!
I don't think the three times crossing the divide compared to the seven times I crossed the Beaverhead River. What's that called?
Nonetheless, I'm sitting in my trailer looking out at the rushing Boulder River. Beautiful! Cigar. Glass of whiskey. Probably a nap before I get my pork ribs.
All that to get to the point. Yelloweye was voted the Best Erotic Western Story of 2017 in the Clitorides. Thank you all who read and voted for this story. I have to say that I think it is the best of the Erotic Paranormal Western Romance Adventures series and am so pleased that you recognized it as well.
That, of course, was not all. Art Something was voted third in the Medium Erotic Story of the Year and third in the Best Incest Story categories. Art Critic was voted second in the Long Erotic Story of the Year category.
I was pleased also to see many of the stories and authors that I voted for win high awards. Congrats to Paige Hawthorne as Best New Author of 2017. Looking for more by this fine author. Some of my other favorite authors, G Younger, oyster50, and Jay Cantrell were honored multiple times. Congratulations to all of you.
And am I ever going to get something new up? Yes! Happy to report that the first three chapters of Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain have gone to editor #1 today and are in his queue. Now I have to finish the story!
It's another art story with quite a lot of interesting experiences by the new generation, Digital Natives. That's right. The X-ennial and Millennial's kids who are much different than the old farts who bore them. They have a completely different frame of reference than the rest of us. They have never known a time without a cell phone, Internet, the cloud, or Facebook, Skype, Twitter, Snapchat, and Instagram. They don't understand why their parents buy CDs with twelve songs on them in order to get the one they want. Harry Potter was already near godhood when they were born. They don't understand why people are so freaking concerned about their online privacy. They can spot a 60-year-old trying to act like a teen online in two seconds flat. Most of them have at least one photo on their phone of a friend's genitals. And few of them date outside a group, have promiscuous sex, or any prospect of a future job or education.
Well, it should be interesting to see where these kids take us.
I started sending out Advance Review Copies of Wayzgoose's City Limits yesterday. I'm gearing up for a June 23 release of the book and possible book tour thereafter. We'll see what happens.
But until then, I'm just five days away from my summer campground at the nudist park in Idaho. It feels like I've been gone forever (six months) and it will be great to be back home with the folks I know and enjoy. Can't wait to sit out on my patio. In the buff.
I suppose I will not get that story written unless I stop writing blog posts and start writing sex scenes. Enjoy!