beautifully damaged

That's name of my new book. Having slight reservations, tho. A shy maiden with a mean right hook walks into a bar... Sees some tattooed Adonis and is reacting like a dog in heat. Come on, author. Show a little restraint! Nevertheless, I shall proceed, carefully.

Speaking of which, it's raining. Who'd a thunk?

It's the next day. Friday, if you want to get all OCD about it. And it's still raining. Cool wet beans! Had a chance to read a bit more. The shy tomboy girl is still panting after the Adonis. He seems to be popping up in her vicinity. Stalking maybe. But why? They seem opposites in taste. He's reminding me of Jack Cassidy pursuing Marian the librarian. If Cassidy had muscles. And a sleeve tat. So, it does have my curiosity. What does the Adonis want from her? The shy milk maid is embarrassingly fraught with lust for him. # slaps her # snap out of it! Sorry, a Cher moment. She likes him just for his body?! What about his mind? He doesn't make mention of the weather. Or what flavor soup he had. What a bore.

Getting more chapters under my belt. Did you know I'm a pink book belt? Anyway, pictures becoming clearer. For all his physical beauty, Adonis is psychologically damaged. It's probably some childhood trauma. And he's seeing our Rebecca of sunny brook farm like his mother. Or sister. Or savior. He doesn't think He's good enough for her. This is a common, yawn, scenario. I hope there's some surprises otherwise I can see a conventional conscious coupling in their future.

Oh, almost forgot the best part. Temps gotten cooler. I'm wearing my pink cap again. And soup of the day was tomato basil.

Greetings on a Saturday! We've got sun playing hide n seek with the clouds. I feel hungover. And, no, I don't drink. I can hear someone's mower or something. Mr x is riding with hippy guy. I haven't done anything productive yet. Just read. I see reading more as a pleasure, not work. Almost a guilty pleasure. So, the book continues. Our heroine is now living with Mr Adonis. He seems to have come from money. He has some kind of past he's keeping secret. She wants to know what. But we don't have to be an open book for our friends, do we? I tell different friends different things. If you brought them all together, you'd know the whole truth. Seems to work for me. For instance I haven't told gf I have Ch. I don't tell mr x some things that I tell gf. I'd think others would do similar. Oh, gf and Ch. It's a silly reason. She gives us sees candy at Xmas. I was afraid she'd stop it she knew. This is called protecting the paunch. Or girding my loins. Something like that.

It's dark now. We just had tomato basil soup. Thought you should know. I've had a headache all day and basically did didly squat. Opened Safeway monopoly tickets. Won a bag of pasta. Half way thru book. They have split up. He still is holding onto his precious secret. Their constant sex scenes are tiresome. Still, I plod on. What is his horrible secret? What did he do that he loathes himself so much?

Think I'll wrap this post up tonight. It's getting too long and the end is not in sight with the book. Well I know part of Adonis secret. He and sis were sexually abused by their creep father. The boy at 15 tried to take his sis away in a car but there was an accident and she went thru windshield. She survives but mind is affected. So he grows up with this trauma and guilt. His rents are killed etc etc. So that's why he's tattooed the story on his body. The sex scenes are out of control. I'm totally skipping over them now. WE are not amused. There's also no deliciousness to the writing. No interesting word. Sleight of tongue.

By now I feel I've invested a good chunk of my life to this book so I'd like to get to the end. I wonder what the soup du jour will be for tomorrow. It'll be Sunday! Wash day. Wally washer is hungry.