A Sunny Sunday October Afternoon in Crazeysburg!!

Sorry, gang.

This morning was about phone calls and yoga. So I am just now getting around to the blog.

I know that for most of my readers, this means that Sunday is just about over where you live, so I hope you had a really nice day, wherever you are in the world.

And I really want to thank everybody for all the likes and nice feedback on that ghost story I posted last night! It was one of those stories I discovered while looking for something else and had forgotten that I had even written (12 years ago!).  So it was really nice to get so much feedback on it. Thank you.

It is a really pretty day here, today. And, as usual, I will likely spend it here at my desk, writing.

There is some news, regarding my new (very long) erotic short story, “Half-Moon Bride.” If you have been following the blog for the past week or so, you know that I am re-thinking Volume 4 of The Muse Revisited.  And now the re-thinking is being once again re-thought!

So the collection will now be titled something else (that I haven’t thought of yet) and contain “Half-Moon Bride,” along with another  brand new story that I am currently writing, and then will also contain 6 other previously published stories — and they will all feature D/s themes (M/f and F/f) that push the boundaries of “questionable consent.” (Including “Asleep in the Dream of Life,” Necessary to Her Good,” “Gianni’s Girl,” and “Ribbon of Darkness,” among others.)

This collection will be a print book, so I’m very, very excited about that. And I will keep you posted, meanwhile, I have to write my wee bonny fingers off to get that newest short story written and turned in with everything else.

All righty.

So! It is World Animal day today, so I hope you are enjoying your many critters, hither & yon. On my Instagram page, I posted a bunch of drawings of cats that Valerie has sent me over the years — most of them drawings of my own cats, but 3 in particular (on Instagram), are famous artists with cats.  One of my favorites that she did:

Diego Rivera and Cat by Valerie Wares

I  just love this. She does (commissioned) paintings of pets, too, and also a comic strip — Paws for Thought Comics.

So, as I was sorting through all the many drawings she’s done of my cats over the years, I did get a little misty-eyed. She did a wonderful gold-leaf portrait of my first NYC cat — Kitty– who lived to be almost 19 years old.

The painting now hangs in my guest room. Come visit and you can see it in person!!

She was a little black & white stray that followed Valerie home one day, when Valerie was still living out in Queens a million years ago, and since, at that point, Valerie already had 7 cats of her own and I was cat-less, the stray became mine. And I went all -out and gave her the glamorous name of “Kitty,” and then she stayed with me, as I said, for almost 19 years. And she’s actually been gone for 18 years already…

Anyway, I got a little melancholy, thinking about my many beloved creatures who have passed on now. Especially the ones who actually let me cuddle them!!! (Unlike 7 cats that I have now who will remain nameless, but they know who they are!!)

Okay, I guess on that note, I’ll get to work here today. Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with a song I was thinking about early this morning. I hadn’t thought of it in many-a-year! A very early monster hit for Rod Stewart (1972, I think!), “You Wear it Well.” So enjoy and I love you guys. See ya!

You Wear It Well

I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon
But to settle down and write you a line
I’ve been meaning to phone you, but from Minnesota
Hell, it’s been a very long time

You wear it well
A little old-fashioned, but that’s all right

Well, I suppose you’re thinking, I bet he’s sinking
Or he wouldn’t get in touch with me
Though I ain’t begging or losing my head
I sure do want you to know

That you wear it well
There ain’t a lady in the land so fine, oh, my

Remember the basement parties, your brothers’ karate
The all-day rock ‘n’ roll shows?
The homesick blues and the radical views
Haven’t left a mark on you

You wear it well
A little outta time, but I don’t mind

But I ain’t forgetting that you were once mine
But I blew it without even trying
Now I’m eating my heart out
Trying to get a letter through

Since you’ve been gone, it’s hard to carry on

I’m gonna write about the birthday gown that I bought in town
And you sat down and cried on the stairs
You knew it didn’t cost the earth, but for what it’s worth
You made me feel a millionaire

And you wear it well
Madame Onassis got nothing on you, no, no

Anyway, my coffee is cold, and I’m getting told
That I gotta get back to work
So when the sun goes low and you’re home all alone
Think of me and try not to laugh

And I’ll wear it well
I don’t object if you call collect

‘Cause I ain’t forgetting that you were once mine
But I blew it without even trying
Now I’m eating my heart out
Trying to get back to you

Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Oh, yeah

After all this, oh, it’s the same address

Since you’ve been gone, it’s hard to carry on, oh, no

© 1972 Rod Stewart, Martin Quittenton

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