
In the fall, I was all torqued up about work stuff. Contract negotiations fell apart early this year for a project I had high hopes for. And then suddenly, none of that meant anything to me because of the swirl of chaos in our house.
My focus changed pretty drastically.
Is it apparent yet? I mean, I half-heartedly start
blogs for book promotions, but I don't keep them up very well. I am much more interested in seeing your panties,
notes, or sheets, than I am in trying to flog my products. Is that awful? Yeah, I hope you'll buy my books—but more than that, I hope you'll come by here and chat about whether or not you like to have items inserted in your ass. Because I'm just bizarrely wired. I want to know what people do when they take off their clothes. When they're naked and relaxed. How they talk. What turns them on.
And by them, I mean *you*.
And I have to thank you. This isn't the
first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
See, I've been receiving the sweetest notes lately, follow-ups, asking me about Sam and his progress. I know I
dropped a bomb awhile back, and then stood far out of the way of the shrapnel. But that's not really fair. If I invite you in, I ought to at least serve you coffee. Here's the deal. He had his surgery in May, and as you've guessed from my notes from the
sexual front lines—he's feeling stellar. But this is how the world works—he has a very good prognosis, they say. And yet, in the same breath, they say that his cancer is more aggressive than they'd originally thought.
It's like, choose one from column a and one from column let's-fuck-with-your head. I'm going with good. He's good. He's fine. We don't know when he'll start to glow yet—the length of the sci-fi iodine radiation treatment hasn't been determined. But *he's* determined. He's just going to kick this motherfucker. That's the plan.
And we're sticking with it.
XXX,
Alison
P.S. Oh, and thanks, again, for asking! You know, some of the people we know in real life have totally backed away from us. Clearly, cancer = cooties. Eyes averted. Phone calls dropped. It's sort of amazing to me.