Hungover Marcus Monday

I’m not really hungover, but I have that exhausted feeling that you get when you’re hungover. Not that I have any real experience with hangovers. Even when I drank too much, I never woke up with the pounding headache that announces a hangover. I would, however, wake up exhausted. Yesterday, while all the TC08 people were making their hungover ways home, I wrote six thousand words. That’s a lot, as any writer can tell you.

On Saturday, amid all the TC08 Flickr photos and Tweets, I was reading the Pink Chair Diaries. I decided I wanted to submit a story. The guidelines say approximately five thousand words a submission. So I spent some time Saturday night figuring out my plot. Sunday morning I made my banner and started on the story. At about 10:30 Sunday night I submitted it, all 5988 words of it. Hopefully, I’ll have a URL for the story soon. I’ll post it here when I do. The majority of those 6K words was all about sex, so I know you’ll all like that.

Today’s Marcus photo is one I saved for just such as day as this. He looks plastered. He either didn’t know or didn’t care that someone was giving him the rabbit ears. I don’t care. This guy’s hot even when he’s drunk and acting stupid. He can have all the tequila shots he wants from my cleavage. I figured that after all the drunken TC08 pics, I should post a drunken Marcus. It just sorta fits the theme of the aftermath of TC08.

Before I list the Marcuses, did you notice the other little pic in the upper right corner? The little giraffe labeled Alaric? My friend Jen, who sent me Marcus, sent me a new giraffe. So I created the Alaric Award. I’m thinking this award must be given for something to do with either kissing or drinking or maybe both. Alaric Kohl, the Bar Story character, is a drunk for the better part of the story. An asshole, but funny at times, a total poker shark, and… a drunk. When he meets Lex, he sobers up. He’s still an asshole sometimes, still cleans up at poker, drinks but doesn’t get drunk… and is always looking for an excuse to kiss his woman. I’ll figure it out eventually and post the criteria for the Alaric.

As for the Marcus, Marty was the man this week with 7. I think that’s only because Mary was busy having a baby. Hmmmn. Fab has 6. Othurme has 4. Mary and Matt got 3 each. I think Matt’s just been busy though, not off having a baby like Mary. Although if he was, we gotta get him on Springer or at the very least the Tyra Banks Show! Karl, Jason X, and Metalmom each have 2. I know MM and Karl were busy at TC08 which is why they haven’t been by much. As for Jason… his mojo was back so he was busy getting some. He was REALLY busy this week. If you don’t believe me, head on over to The User Pool to see for yourself. Next Monday is our next recap. We’re almost to the end of this round.

While I was busy with my six thousand words, the PITA went to Rip-offland. She should have pics and video over on Socially Dead at some point this week. That’s it for Marcus Monday. I’m taking my 6K word self to bed now. Enjoy your week!

Tuesday Tune @ 52 WPM

Yup. I gots a song for ya today. You might recognize this guy as the lead singer of Tonic, but I think I like his solo stuff better. I really like this song. I even entertained it as a possibility for my duet with Fab. I give you, Emerson Hart:

Before I take off to write more dirty sex posts, I have to brag about something. At about 10 am this morning, I decided that I needed to do a quick post at the Bar. I needed to catch up with a character that I had left hanging awhile back. I knew basically what he needed to say, and what foreshadowing he needed to provide. So, I decided to test myself a little. On my 15 minute break, I cranked out his post. 780 words, no edits needed, 15 minutes. Whew! I did it.

I looked at those 780 words and wondered how authors struggle to come up with 1000 words a day or 1500 words a day. I decided it wasn’t a struggle to come up with them. More likely, it was a struggle to find the time to commit them to “paper”. I know that my problem with writing is that I do a lot of stuff. I don’t have a lot of time to spit out 1500 words a day.

I was sure proud of those 780 words in 15 minutes though. I wrote – created, if you will – 52 words a minute. At that rate, I could churn out 20K words in about 6.5 hours. Real life, of course, dictates that those hours stretch to months, maybe even years. I dunno. This is one of the few times I’ve ever tried to time myself. All the other times involved sex not writing.

Oh, BTW, I’ve decided that I’ve made it to a certain level in the blogging world. Hellohahanarf has volunteered to drunk dial me. *blinks in shock* OMG!! Someone is gonna drunk dial me from Tequila Con! I am soooo stoked. Happy Tuesday!

Outrageous: Weylyn Randall

Susan over at West of Mars combined two things to come up with an amusing meme which her character, rock star Trevor Wolff, completed. When I tried to think who my most outrageous character might be, I discovered that it wasn’t any of my rock stars. This character is a musician, but he’s not a rock star, and none of his outrageousness comes from what he does for a living. My most outrageous character is that werewolf who is always horny, Weylyn Randall. Weylyn is all about getting his were on. I could give you examples, but I think I’ll let Weylyn do it. Here, for your reading pleasure, are seven outrageous moments with Weylyn Randall, werewolf, bass player, and bi-sexual horn dog.

1. Weylyn’s introduction to the Bar Story – A remark to his Alpha about how he spreads his sexual favors around:

Weylyn snorted his disgust. “I get it all the time. Groupies love me because I’m the horndog in the band. Everyone else is either a tight ass or bonded. Me… I believe in freedom. Freedom of choice and freedom from the chains of a mate. I am just your average every day were-horndog.”

2. Weylyn tells off a Beta from his pack:

Her eyes flared with fury. I ignored it and walked past her, headed for Michael’s suite of rooms. “One day, Weylyn, you won’t be the favored one around here any more. Michael will take a mate, and you will be ass out!” she called after me.

A bigger man might have just ignored her… or even just flipped her off. I, however, didn’t have a problem being a petty little punk. I turned and smiled at her. “You know, Sean… when that day comes… the day our Alpha finds a mate… I will be happy for them. I may not live and breath the pack like you do, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to thrive. And to thrive, our Alpha must mate… and procreate.” I gazed at her thoughtfully, seeing her anger simmering just below the surface. “Why do I get the feeling you just don’t want to see Michael take a mate and have children?”

Sean began to growl and I grinned. “Oh, Sean. You’re the one who will be ass out when Michael mates. All your hopes and dreams… right into the toilet.” I shook my head, turning to walk away. “Do us all a favor, Sean and get a life before that day comes, ” I called over my shoulder.

3. Weylyn thinks about the white werewolves:

I leaned back enjoying the feel of my swelling cock. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the beautiful young white were from earlier in the evening. She was hot. And even better than her… her mother was fucking hotter. Mama had even smelt of sex… sex with a young male were about my own age by the scent. I didn’t recognize his scent, but the unadulterated sexuality of it made me hard. I wasn’t that picky about my partners overall. Male, female…were, vamp, pixie… I’d done ‘em all and had them do me. Orgy action was always good too. It meant a guaranteed orgasm.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I wondered if the male who had been fucking the white mama was into men. His scent on her had turned me on… not just for her, but for him. I needed something young and hot with strength to equal my own. I thought about sharing him with Mama. Oh, yeah. That sounded even better than having mama and her girl at the same time.

Teeth lightly grazed my cock and long fingers teased my balls. When one digit entered my ass, I bucked up off the chair, my cock sliding easily down Michael’s throat as I came. I twitched and moaned and shuddered as Michael’s tongue kept up its action throughout the spasms of my cock. Finally, Michael licked me clean and sat back, looking into my eyes with a wry smile.

“Now why do I think that it wasn’t my mouth you were concentrating on fucking?” Michael’s tone was droll.

I grinned. My Alpha was smart and knew me oh, so well. “Prolly cuz you know me… my mind was on the next fuck, and the one after that,” I laughed. “Always working on where the next orgasm is coming from.”

4. Weylyn meets a hot stranger:

The man was hot. No doubt about that. He was up for the play too. I’d smelled his lust instantly, which was why I’d followed him. It was just a little harmless game. He knew he wanted me. I knew I wanted him. We both could sense and smell the lust. When he said, “Want to go inside and play?” I thanked the gods for men. Bedding women was a lot more work.

“Sure,” I replied, leading the way. Being with Michael always rocked my world but there was something about a chance encounter that upped the ante on excitement. “I’m a were, you know, and we weres like nothing better than to take someone from behind,” I told him boldly, my eyes watching him lustfully. “I, myself, am particularly fond of anal sex.”

“Oh, really?” Rax murmured, his eyes gleaming.

A little half smile tugged at my mouth, and I decided to be completely upfront with him. I wanted to fuck him, and I figured I had nothing to lose in telling him that. “So, are you gonna let me get my were on, or are we all done now?”

I watched him carefully consider my words as my thoughts were jerked back to the smell of the young male were on that white were. Lust rocketed through me again. I stroked my hard cock, letting Rax see the pre-cum oozing from the thick tip.

“What’s it gonna be, Rax? You want some of this? Or should I be on my way back to London?” I asked, hoping that I wasn’t gonna be disappointed.

5. Weylyn takes his leave of Jaidyn and Jude to go meet Sol:
(You can find the entire X-rated encounter HERE.)

Jaidyn and her brother exchanged a glance. It appeared to me that while I was talking to the naughty pixie on the phone, my fanged female friend had decided to forgive her brother for being a bit of a dick. Leading his sister on a wild goose chase around the club had been enough to make me think he was an asshole, but now the two were as tight as a miniskirt on a hooker. I decided Jude probably wasn’t really an asshole, but more likely, a prankster.

I eyed Jaidyn, gleefully. “You wanted to be shown around Paris. Here’s your chance to visit the hottest club in the city,” I told her, waggling my eyebrow suggestively.

Jaidyn grinned and threaded her arm through her brother’s. “You go on, Weylyn. I’m officially relieving you of duty,” she said with a lopsided grin.

I put my hands over my heart. “You wound me oh, beauteous fanged one!” I said in dramatic tones. Jaidyn’s lips twitched, and I winked at her. “Twas not duty at all! Twas a pleasure beyond compare!” I swept her a big Shakespearean bow and a crack of laughter escaped her.

“Is he always like this?” Jude asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Jaidyn shrugged. “I think so, but I haven’t known him long enough to be sure,” she chuckled. “As you can tell, Weylyn is all about fun.”

I sprang to attention, flashing my most charming smile. “Got to get my were on, ya know,” I said to Jude, who started to laugh.

“Not gonna argue with you there, dude,” he said easily. “Been known to prowl for something toothsome myself.” Jude flashed his fangs and his sister rolled her eyes. She was laughing inside though. I could tell.

“Since you are well chaperoned, milady, I’m outta here. Got a date with a naughty pixie,” I told the twins. “Jude, nice to meetcha.” I shook Jaidyn’s brother’s hand and then ducked in to plant a quick buss on her cheek. “It’s been fun. We’ll do this again, ‘kay?”

Jaidyn nodded her sleek head. “Sure, Wey. Have a good time with the pixie.”

“I intend to,” I said with a flash of my own fangs.

6. Weylyn and Sol wake up Vivienne to go on a rescue mission:

“C’mon, Vivi! Let’s go! You’ve had plenty of time to get ready!” Sol yelled at the wooden door.

It opened and a tall, broad shouldered man came out, carrying his shoes and jacket. My eyebrows shot up. He looked like he was barely out of high school. Vivi came out behind him zipping up her jacket. “I had a nice time. See ya, Brian,” she said dismissively.

“Later, Viv,” the kid rumbled in a deep voice and left.

“Oh, Vivi. He looked very young,” I chortled, my eyes filled with amusement.

Vivienne quirked up a brow at me. “He was, but he was legal,” she replied coolly.

“Checked his ID, did you?” I grinned. I was liking Vivi and Sol more and more. I wondered briefly if I could get them both going at the same time…

Sol rolled her eyes. “It had to have been fake. He didn’t even have a beard yet,” she snarked. “You’ve got more fur than he does, Vivi.”

Vivienne walked to the door, shooting a nasty look over her shoulder at Sol. “Fuck you, Isolde. He’s a nice boy. And he has a big dick.”

Sol and I followed Vivi to the elevator. “Yeah, but is he old enough to know what to do with it?” Sol asked with an evil laugh.

Vivi gave her friend a smug smile. “Didn’t need to. He’s excellent with his tongue.”

As we stepped into the elevator, I murmured, “Too much eating out will give you indigestion. I hope he has his Rolaids.”

7. Weylyn has a profound moment when he helps Sol and Vivi rescue Gracie, only for them all to discover that Gracie’s place is trashed:

Women. I would never understand them, no matter how long, or how often, I fucked ‘em.

Weylyn is in his early days in the Bar Story. There will be many more “Weylyn” moments to come. He has an outrageous personality. He’s independent, free thinking, very open sexually, has a positive attitude, and a great sense of humor. If there is no humor to find in a situation, Weylyn will make some. I hope you manage to get your were on this Sunday!


It’s been a tough day. I had a number of decisions to make. I’m not going to go into all of them right now, but suffice to say that this blog will be a-changing! Soon. Changes for the better. The downside is that you’ll all have to update your blogrolls because a new address is part of the package.

Part of the changes coming to my “Batty” blog are due in part to the fact that I have weiners, er winners for you! Yes, the tagline search has come to an end. An unexpected end. Here’s the deal: I loved everything that was offered up. I couldn’t make up my mind. David from BellaDaddyBlog sent me “Fangs For the Memories”, but that’s the name of a Kathy Love book. (A really good book too!) I liked the Absurdist’s “Sunlight Is Overrated”. I liked it a lot. But it reminded me of Britt’s tagline. I’ll come back to this tagline in a minute.

So, I was still pondering the taglines while Jester helped me out with the new WordPress theme. I mentioned to him how I changed the verbiage on the Comment Luv to say that it’s trying to sink its fangs into your last post, please wait while it finds a vein. Jester laughs and replies, “I vant to suck your blog!” BINGO. My kid and I both went, “THAT’S IT!” In one fell swoop, without even meaning to, Jester won.

Now, going back to the Absurdist’s tagline, I kept mulling it over in my head because I really did like it a lot. However, to move the idea away from Britt’s tagline, I kept thinking of it as “Sunlight Sucks”. Last night, while letting WP kick my ass and make me cry, I got the idea of just moving the whole kit and kaboodle. I mean, wouldn’t it make it a little harder for the hunter from my office to find me? Not that I’m hiding. I’d just like to make it harder for them on principle. So the Absurdist also wins. I registered tonight.

And there we have it. Two weiners, er winners! Congratulations to Jester and the Absurdist. I am going to try to make a t-shirt with the bat logo on it now. If that doesn’t work out, they can still have the Bar t-shirt. A t-shirt with fangs. Yummo. Thanks to everyone who participated. I appreciate the effort you all put into my need for a tagline.

One last thing, thanks to everyone for visiting Socially Dead. My kid has now pasted her underwear clad ass on her new blog for Half Naked Thursday. She even offered a crotch shot for next week. OY. How did I know she would fit in this well? Happy Friday to all! MUAH!

Why Vampires? – A Contest

My last contest was a flop. No one can find the man from the Air France commercial. I’m a lot disappointed. He was soooo hot. Anyway, I’ve got a couple things up my sleeve. The first is about this blog and what I spend all my time on when I’m not blogging or working at the cemetery. Writing. I write about vampires. I write about other creatures too at the Bar, but the vamps are, well, my thing. Now, I’m going to reveal to you why it is that I must write vampires. (You’ll need this for the contest.)

David from BellaDaddyBlog may remember this. He was with me that day. It was Halloween, my 17th birthday. I think David was 14 or 15. My mom sent me to my sister Jeannette’s to pick up my present. David and I hopped into the Starsky and Hutch car and drove to my sister’s. She gave me a pair of gold Gypsy earrings that belonged to her, but which I had admired for years. She also gave me her copy of Interview With the Vampire. She looked at me oddly and said that when she first read the book, she knew it was meant for me.

Now, my sister Jeannette is an unusual woman. From the time I was about 4 or so, she lived with the Gypsies. The REAL Gypsies. Jeannette does palmistry, Tarot, and astrology charts. She’s very good at it. She’s also a Buddhist. Oddly, she never gave up some of her Catholic icons though. I think she’s a very religious person, but her beliefs are slices from many different religions.

Anyway, never having had much belief in the occult or religion, I didn’t think much of her giving me that weird look. I just took the book and said thank you. My entire life Jeannette had had a habit of turning up out of the blue and giving me odd books to read, and different music to listen to. (All my sibs are much older than me. Jeannette’s about 15 years older.) She gave me her prized copy of Abbey Road because I loved it so much, but only if I would take the White Album too. She took me to Catholic church and taught me to light candles. She taught me to meditate. She exposed me to things I would never have been exposed to at a young age had she not been my sister.

Interview With the Vampire had a profound affect on me. It was the only Anne Rice book I read for many years. I didn’t want a sequel. I didn’t want Louis spoiled for me. Louis sat in my head for a long time. He was seductive, more so than Lestat.

One day I spied a series of books by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro about the St. Germain vampires. I picked up the first book and by the end, I was officially obsessed with vampires. I had a HUGE collection of vampire books within a year or two. I tried writing the vamps, but they never came to me.

Years passed. I lost the huge collection of books and a handwritten copy of my novel Note By Note when I lost my storage unit in the high desert. I eventually read the other Anne Rice books. Shit happened to me. I lost the vampires. I felt them calling to me sometimes though. Then I found a cool little used romance bookstore. The woman there introduced me to paranormal romances and handed me… Katie MacAlister.

The vampires came back to me full force. The were inside me, clamoring to come out. But I hadn’t found their vehicle yet. I went to Katie’s website and found… The Bar. I read and read and read. For two solid weeks I read the Bar. By the time I caught up to where the writers were, I was ready to intro a character. Not a vampire, but a black dragon. The black dragon was related to two vampires. Eventually, I introduced them – Blake and Dominic Solent, thousand year old vampire brothers, who had once been Knights Templar.

And so, I found where I belonged. The rest is history. Of a sort. The Bar led to Andrei Andrei, who led me to blogging. The blogosphere community and it’s people are awesome. I can’t imagine my life without all of you now. The Bar, the bloggers, and the vampires.

Now, that you’re all yawning at my longwindedness, here’s the contest:
I need a real tagline. Something that is me, but something amusing too. Everyone has a cool tagline. I want one. So, hit me with a tagline. You have until midnight Pacific time on Sunday to leave your tagline in the comments. If you prefer a more private means of entering the contest, email your entries to winter at winterheart dot com. One caveat: you cannot say, “Bite Me” (cause all my little icons already say that), but you can use it as part of the tagline. C’mon. You know you wanna win a t-shirt with fangs.

Now, before I go… Tune in to Snackie Radio this Sunday because Hilly’s guest is MOI! Yes, the two gals from SoCal will titillate you and make you horny, baby!


See you all Sunday at Blog Talk Radio! MUAH!