They are fragments of ideas, half thoughts that were never given the time they deserved. I am clearing up my hard drive and found these. Rather than wholesale deletion, I thought I would put them here. Maybe one day I can come back to them with fresh verve. Weariness was like a weight, dragging me down into the abyss of fuzzy thoughts and half-heard conversations. I could feel my brain pushing against my eyes. Visions have crashed over my planned plot.

Where erotic writer and publisher Lana Fox blogs her cotton socks off. This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest, run by the wondrous August McLaughlin. Drop by the fest page and enjoy. Because the material world did not exist.