You can, however, find entertainment at the Ravenous Romance website where a new story "Hot Fling" is yours for the taking. I've downloaded it but because I want to read it on my Sony Reader, I need to set aside some time and convert it from PDF to .rtf. Maybe later today. (Even I need a break from my own delightful havoc.)

Because I'm either writing or editing all the day long, I've spent my evening unwinding with the new television season. I'm enjoying House M.D and trying out Fringe. Have Heroes taped and will watch it tonight, although all the men in my life claim it's gotten too weird for them and don't want to watch it. Bleh to them.

But what I'm really, really enjoying is the new season of Torchwood via Netflix. Especially since Jack Harkness' sexuality is on the snoggin' upswing. I just hope it doesn't come too obligatory; I'd hate to see his bisexual lust reduced to one man-on-man snog per episode. That said, the reunion kiss between Jack and a fellow time agent was HOT. Do yourself a favor and watch this video starting at roughly the 45-second mark.

Now, you see, if Marvel superheroes had done this in the comics when I was a kid (and, later, as a much younger woman than I am now), they would've made a lot more sense to me. I always rolled my eyes when two superheroes met up for the first time. They also went off on a testosterone-sparked fist-fighting frenzy (oh true believer), bashing the brawn out of each other before discovery they were on the same side.

Had they fought and then snogged? Now that would've made some kind of sense to me -- if for no other reason than its erotic heat.

And with snoggin' on my brain, it's back to sloggin'.

If I'm lucky, you've been asking that question about me, wondering if I've been partying like a dumb Persian cat. Well, sort of. I just haven't gotten to the lampshade extreme yet. I'm too busy working for that.

In July, literary agent Lori Perkins emailed me about a new e-publishing venture, Ravenous Romance, and asked whether I had any unpublished novels and short stories. Boy, did I. So we corresponded.

The outcome? I'm now working with her agency, which will guide my works into publication with Ravenous Romance.

Lori and I had touched base awhile back, but nothing came of it at the time. At the time, a fellow author told me, "You probably didn't have anything she could use." I guess she was right because Lori didn't forget me. I'm deeply thankful for that. But I'm also happy that Ravenous Romance appears to be a good fit for me. According to a press release, "Ravenous Romance™ will be a destination site for women, with erotica that celebrates female sexuality, and strong Web 2.0 community-building features."

Which gets a big pumping-fist Yes! from me.

Ravenous Romance has set an ambitious goal of publishing a short story and a novel every day, starting in December. It seeks "erotic romance stories with strong plots and character development, but with steamy sex scenes and explicit descriptions of sexual encounters. The stories must feature strong, passionate characters and plots that express a broad range of fantasies."

Which earns more happy dancing from me. (Probably look there like Snoopy from Peanuts, not the Dumb Lampshade Cat.)

Why? Because it feels like the sex-positive school of erotica -- the platform that formed my writing perspective -- has finally merged with erotic romance in a way that's meaningful to me.

Feels good to me.

But the reason I'm not lampshade crazy with euphoria? Because I have to part ways with Carnal Desires Publishing to some degree and it's bittersweet for me. We've shared a strong collaborative spirit, one that I value and appreciate. I still intend to keep them on my website as a source of erotic fiction and I'll still point you to their titles. They're doing good things at CDP, much of it in the same sex-positive vein I've needed as a writer.

I'm busy at work, finishing up my first title for Ravenous Romance, an effort that'll keep me busy through much of this month, but it's time to get back to blogging as well. I've stories to tell, thoughts to contemplate, and points to make. Time to blog.