Screams For Times To Come.

Firstly ~ Happy New Year. 

I am not particularly into New Year resolutions, of course in my mind I will make small pacts with myself that hardly ever come to fruition. However I have promised myself that I will quite regularly snuggle up on the sofa, open my laptop and write in my blog. I will consider it my therapy and my readers (yes that is you) are my shrinks, but obviously you are not getting paid copious amounts to listen to me ramble on.

So it is 2017, I am braced for a very busy year ahead. With some many projects in the works for myself. I declare that it is going to be a fabulous year and I intend to take you all along with me for the ride via this blog.

For those of you who do not know, I am proud to declare that I am Vice President for Fear Front Publishing, a marvelous new publishing house run by the talented Rob DiLauro. We have such an amazing team of talented authors on board, and a staff that are so dedicated and talented. I am truly blessed to be part of this team. With that - Lamia - my rather extreme vampire erotica novel has been republished through Fear Front. It has been released as an extended version with three additional chapters, so the fans of the book can finally see what fate awaits Lamia. 

Fans of the book have been asking me for a long time when I would write the second book. And though it had always been in my mind to do so, and actually have Lamia as part of a trilogy. I felt that it was time to move on from this character and the remnants of a past that I am ready to close the door on. So I decided to release the book extended with the additional chapters to finally give conclusion to the character of Lamia. I truly hope that the fans of this book enjoy it. I know you will not be disappointed in the ending. 

Very soon (insert mental mind scream) I will be on set of the trailer of our feature length horror movie titled The Unhallowed. Who we are lucky enough to have legendary film maker Philippe Mora as our Executive Producer. It is a very exciting and nerve wracking time in my life. But I look forward to every moment and am trying to keep my stress levels down. Though I am prone to biting - verbally and physically in times of tension. :)

So yes 2017 looks like a very busy year indeed. 

Time is flying by so quickly, it just seems like yesterday that we were welcoming in the new millennium, and now we are heading towards 2020 full throttle.

I will keep this entry short, I have masks to stitch and blood to make... 

Take care my darklings. xxxxxx

FEAR FRONT PUBLISHING

DEATH AND PLEASURE

After very little consideration ;) I have decided to start regularly writing in my blog. I haven't done so for quite awhile as I really have not felt the need to. Whether or not this has been depriving or saving people from the inner workings of my mind is yet to be seen. I have my regular inner deluge through my newspaper column, however because of restrictions I am somewhat oppressed with what I can or can not say. So let this blog be the uncensored me. Danger in the making.

I do not want my blog to be a thing of self promoting, where I thrust my literary offerings at you shamelessly like I do do on Facebook. This blog is just going to be the seepage of the cesspit that is my mind. So go light a candle as you will need it to navigate your way through my darkness.

My mind is on continual auto shuffle. I can never quite pin point it down to one topic. I see my mind as similar to that children's classic 'The Enchanted Wood' and 'The Faraway Tree' by Enid Blyton. My body being the tree you can climb for yes many adventures, but once you reach the top and enter through the clouds into my mind - there is always something new revolving around in there and you better not stay too long or you might get stuck into whatever category I feel the need to pigeon hole you into.

Intelligence to me is without doubt the most important key to attraction for me. Followed closely behind by a sense of humor. Unfortunately Stephen Fry bats for the other side of the team so my ideal man is somewhat spoken for and not at least interested in my temptations or womanly wiles. ;)
My taste in men has never been exactly simple nor is it rocket science. I am complex and like every other facet of me - my appreciation of the opposite sex is - strange.
I am not the slightest bit attracted to 'eye candy.' I have never felt the need to swoon over the likes of Brad Pitt or whoever else is media governed as being hot.
You can look as good as you want - but if there is no one occupying upstairs - then there will be no bosom heaving or loin quivering on my behalf.

I don't feel a 'connection' often. I don't consider myself fickle or fussy. Though I believe every woman should develop a level of fussiness where it comes to who or what they are attracted to. But I understand that we are all quite different and what may float one person's boat would otherwise capsize and sink another's. We all have assorted levels of necessity and desires. Some people are happy with contentment - but to me contentment is 'Why have a chicken sandwich when you can have a chicken and salad sandwich.'
Perhaps that is one of my major faults - the idea that contentment breeds doom. Contentment to me might as well be defined as stagnant and festering. Yet is this ideal of mine costing me happiness?

I think too often 'relationships' are left to fend for themselves. We go along with our everyday routine and forget that a relationship is a living thing and like a house plant needs to be cared for and nurtured and not left to gather dust and eventually wither out and die. We put in to a relationship as much as we want to get out of it.
 'Being' with someone is more than going about life and its daily routines and necessities.
Truly 'being' with someone is remembering to take the time to appreciate, respect and nurture that relationship like it deserves. Never take love for granted, because yes love is wonderful but sometimes love is not enough.

And we have to ask ourselves (removing all the BS of being too busy) if we are not nurturing our relationships or appreciating what we have - do we really care for that person? 

Contentment is the predecessor for a stagnant rut, which will eventually manifest as resentment and possibly infidelity.

Remember to appreciate, captivate, mesmerize and nurture. Communicate, fascinate and respect.

Now I am feeling a touch queasy...  to quote HIM -

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

Open wide and say ARRRGGGHHHH!

Well it's Wednesday today - hump day. ( I wish ) I'm looking forward to the weekend fastly approaching and heading to the city to go see Final Destination 5 in 3D and also going out for dinner. Then Saturday my dear, some  what now slightly mentally derranged sister is coming up for the night and we shall certainly be partaking in a few beverages and dinner at the club with a few other friends.
Today being the first Wednesday of the month the newspaper I have my column in came out. Call me sad, but I still get such a thrill from seeing my name in print and reading back over my column and any other feature I have within the paper. I still need to put together a scrap book of my clippings - one day. 
I went to visit my 'other' sister today to take her some dvd's and chocolate cake as she recently broke her arm in 4 places and is bored witless and becoming gravely concerned that she is developing an addiction to a television shopping network. So I've done my good deed for the day, mind you I don't think any amount of good deeds I do is go to save me from roasting in the infernal pit of hell and maybe doing these good deeds is just going to make things a hell of a lot worse for me down there. I mean seriously how exactly does Hell work? Obviously Satan despises any good deeds and so having these kinds of thing on  your death C.V surely isn't in your favour when checking in to Hell. Will I be penalised and get a smaller room or larger poker? Does the nastier you are guarentee you better treatment? Does the devil have an exclusive club for VIP's? 
Who am I kidding? I don't believe in Hell or the Devil or even heaven for that matter. But I don't believe this is the end.. but I think I can safely continue to do good deeds that balance out the amount of nastiness I write and continue to sleep peacefully at night...