The short story is done. It went off to the publisher in Paris a few hours ago. We'll see what they think. It's one of those stories where there is more story than outright erotica because it had to be a story about fellatio and, to be honest, 10 solid pages of fellatio is a pretty tall order, gang.  To prove the point to yourself, pick up a pen and a pad of paper and give it a go... almost immediately you will see that there aren't too many interesting places you can go with that theme, so I had to rely heavily on things like story, emotional engagement, the tension between characters -- stuff like that. Then, of course, consider that it will all need to be translated into French before the publisher will even understand what I've written about... Long process from conception to contract.

What I am very eager for you to see, though, is my next (last?) short story in English that is coming out around Christmas. My story is called The Epicures and is about the eroticism of childbirth and food and threeways. After that, though, all the erotica will only be in French.

And just to forewarn you... next on the agenda (in English, that is)  is my memoir, Manhattan, Mon Amour. So things like my pictures from camp here and stuff like that will most likely start popping up all over this blog, as my past puts in its remarkable appearance in my present and I try to figure out what works and what doesn't.

Well, okay! A little bit of freedom here tonight. Bought a bottle of red wine -- a Cotes du Rhone. I'm going to do a little yoga first, some meditation, then it'll be all about Libeled Lady, popcorn, red wine and bliss-ville. I'll be thinking of you, gang! So have a great evening, wherever you are!