Cancer and Slut Heels

Right, time to get serious! No really, this time I’m more fucking serious than cancer. November is the month, this is the moment and I’m carpe’ing the goddamn diem, no more messing around. By the end of this month, I’ll be printing off the first complete draft of Alice to send off for another critique from the editor. Yes, it’s ambitious to the point where it’s probably down right naive to think I can bash out the rest in such a tight timeframe, but I’m better when I’m under pressure and I am raring to go. In fact, I feel unstoppable, but that could also have something to do with the fact that I’ve been up since 5am and am on my 5th huge mug of coffee.

B’s in Leeds for the day, which is why we got up at silly o’clock. Sure, I could have stayed in bed, but doing that when B has to get up for work makes me feel lazy and selfish, so I rolled my sleepy self out of our lovely and toasty warm bed and put on some coffee. After a long snog in the hallway, my moustachioed man headed down for the taxi that picked him up at 6 o’clock to take him to King’s Cross for his 7am train heading north. He’s doing Movember and has gone with the handlebar style tash, think he’s trying to channel Merv Hughes.

3 Nov 2014 tash

I know it’s so utterly wrong and weird (hey, that’s me), but he looks fucking sexy with it. Perhaps it’s because he’s so fatally attractive that not even a huge tash can dent his sex appeal, but by God he looked hot when he left. Dare I say it, it suits him. Perhaps that means that I’m the one with the midlife crisis, that there must be something seriously wrong with me if I find B sexy with facial hair. I do love it when he has a bit of stubble. Oh, I love him clean shaven too. Oh fuck it, I’d love him even with a big Santa beard.

We were trying to come up with a fitting tash name for him, but yet to settle on one. Threw Hank and Burt into the mix, but neither really works. Clint? No. I’ll work on it.

Toying with the idea of also making my novel writing month of November into a detox month. Wouldn’t that be great? Go all healthy and then head into December all skinny and fresh faced, ready to spend all of it half cut or just down right plastered? Never be sober except first thing in the morning? I have my eye on a leopard print dress for the Christmas parties. Oh, I know it sounds awful, but I reckon I could just about pull it off, it’s a sexy little number without being too short or too revealing (I don’t do slinky I’m afraid) and I think I might just go and get it. Ah, just look at it – so pretty!

3 Nov 2014 dress

Not sure what heels to put with it. Oh, I do! My slut heels! I can barely walk in them, they cost an arm and a leg, but OMG are they foot candy, complete with a bow on each heel, lending them a bit of a femme fatale vibe. I wonder if that’ll be too much with the leopard print though. Add my long blond hair and big boobs and it might just be pushing the boundaries. B turning up with Jessica Rabbit might not send the right signals. Oh fuck it, I know I’ll rock that dress and I have great legs that my slut heels will accentuate so who cares – I’m going for it. ….and I’ll bring a pair of flats for when my feet are aching so much I can no longer stand it.

Two work parties for B in December and I’m apparently coming along to both – a UK one and the one in Sweden. I’ve met the Swedish team a few times, they’re all a great bunch so I don’t feel jittery turning up there as they’re all laid back and easy to get along with. Out of the UK lot I’ve met quite a few of them too, know a handful fairly well along with their partners, so that should be fine too. I sometimes get nervous being the odd one out, being the one turning up as the Plus One who doesn’t know anyone, but we’re past all of that now so both parties will be turning up and knowing enough of them to feel calm and knowing there’ll be plenty of people to sit and chat to or have a boogie with should B need to desert me to mingle or something.

He’s good like that though, so attentive and always making sure I’m OK, so either way there’d be no worries on that score. All I need to do is get the dress, stick my feet in my eye-wateringly expensive slut heels and get ready to shake my booty on the dance floor. Easy. Just need to decide now if November is Healthy Living Month. It’s probably a very good idea, as it’ll mean that not only will I be in good shape to tackle the party season, but I’ll have a clear head when I need it the most for getting the first draft of Alice done. Not that we’re raging alcoholics or anything, but sometimes we do indulge ourselves and drink wine several nights per week, and that’s just a little too much.

Hm… Yes, November may have to be Focus Month. Healthy living, booze ban and get on with Alice like I’m on rocket fuel.

Time for take off.

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