sticky notes

Sticky Note No. 11

I write this note awhile ago, but I do not remember what my inspiration was!

she held the pearls between her lips as she pulled up her hair into a neat bun. the pearls were smooth and round on her tongue, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The pearls were all she wore, and the way she looked she did not need much more. she was perfectly scented, perfectly moisturized, she looked perfect. for now. later there might be a mess of mascara, or drool from the corner of her mouth or other indicators of disarray. and the pearls would be around her neck.

Sinful Sunday Week 230: Plum Healing

Re-inspired by Charlie, I wrote a new sticky note post. Part of the inspiration, was the curved cut that is on my index finger. Below, my healing cut against my plum dress…  
More Sinful Sunday here:


Sticky Notes No. 1

I met a lot of luminous people at Eroticon 2014, and attended equally as luminous sessions there. A lot of people were able to do a roundup of everything on their blogs, I fear I am not that gifted to capsulize everything in that way. Today is three weeks since the conference began, and it still is impacting me. For all the sessions I attended it was nice to compare notes with everyone else, especially when they attended a session I did not.

Being Blacksilk attended a conflict session that she described to me, and promised she would post her notes from it. She did, and I was so appreciative. I was even more appreciative when I saw her latest post. I attended Kristina Lloyd’s Flash Fiction session, and had every intention of trying my hand at it. However seeing Being Blacksilk’s sticky note micro-fiction prompt made me realize even I could do that! So I did on the train this morning, and took a picture of the sticky note on my lap with my iPhone.

I really liked this story, after I knew what I would name my protagonist I was ready to go. I actually am itching to finish this story, and just might. At first I was like maybe I would do it as a series of sticky notes, but that is not going to be powerful enough for me to explore it all. I am thinking I might start more of these in the future on sticky notes, and I will probably share them intermittently. I need inspiration however I can get it, so I will be keeping a pink post-it pad in my purse…

Below is the transcript of the story in case you cannot read it, although I do pride myself on my very neat penmanship acquired from Catholic School!

Eliza was always waiting. As a younger woman with her friends in bars looking for Mr. Goodbar like the novel and movie she had read. Now she was in the hotel bar waiting for her fiance. Curled protectively over her drink, she thought about all the things going on in her life, all at once at a pace she could barely control. Slowly, a man sat beside her at the crowded bar, everything about him was slow, measured including his smile at her. Eliza felt inside her as if everything had stilled in that moment.

photo by f dot leonora