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Does getting cute young men to walk me to my car count as flirting, or do I have to work harder at it? Discuss.

I once quit a job partly because security wouldn't walk me to my car.

I was expected to work until midnight and close the library at least one night a week, but security couldn't be bothered to walk me out to my car. They didn't have the balls to tell me "no," they called my supervisor and said they wouldn't be walking me to my car any more. "This is a small town," they told her. "We don't have crime here."

I solemnly resolve to:

1. Get laid more often.
2. Write more.
3. Flirt more outrageously with friends and coworkers.

What do you think? Will I manage it? Tune in next year!

Oops, too late!

I've been thinking about doing a post about sexual orientation, just because it's my blog and I sell smut and that just seems like a natural thing to post. Maybe the beer will help.

Now. This works differently for everyone, you know. But for me? Male, female, I don't care. I like the brainy ones.

Sexy geeks, baby. I'm all about the sexy geeks.

Tune in next week for the role shameless flirting with people who aren't your partner has in keeping you happy at home. Unless I sober up first. ;)

I found out they'd cancelled Journeyman the day after I said I loved it here.

I'm cursed. Well and truly cursed. In fact, if there's any show you'd like me to curse by saying I like it here, then suggest it in the comments. Sigh.

In other news, I ate too much for Christmas dinner and received a t-shirt with a picture of a caffeine molecule on it, with the comment, "Because you're a junkie, and the world should know it." Mmmm, caffeine.

1. I love Journeyman, and not just because the lead character's wife is named after me. Mind you, that doesn't hurt.
2. At some point I should have a linky linky to tell you where you can get my story from Torquere. I keep going out and clicking refresh at Torquere Books.
3. Someone should buy my new story, because it rocks.

Norman Mailer has posthumously won this year's Bad Sex Award.

The late Norman Mailer needed no writing advice from the likes of me. That said, if anyone wants sex writing advice, the short version would be, "Get yourself a copy of Susie Bright's How to Write a Dirty Story."