part 11 of the China Pearl Inn

Well at the moment I am very busy down in the catacombs that lie beneath the Inn.

So what are you up to?
 
Browsing the various threads, looking for inspiration and admiring all of the eye candy available. I have caught up on all of my writing is I am letting my mind wander.
 
I come up with some of my best and sensual ideas when just letting my mind wander.

Yes Lit has some nice eye candy, but I like old friends that write detaied post and know how to tickle my fancy. ;)
 
I totally agree, it most of the friends I had many years ago have gone or moved on so I am slowly making new friends that I can collaborate with. Two lovely ladies have taken pity on me and we are building some good stories together.
 
I’m sure it’s possible they are lurking somewhere or maybe changes names. It’s not easy starting over, but I have met some really pleasant ew friends and I am sure that there will be more to come
 
The day is overcast the cobbles in the courtyard glistens with a passing shower, the humidity is oppressive. I pour myself a mug of fresh coffee.

Morning to any who may be about or hiding in the shadows.
 
Good morning CG, lurking in the shadows is pretty much what I'm reduced to at the moment. RL is being an absolute pain.
 
I slide a mug of coffee over to Strange.

Here this may help. I know what a pain RL can be. ;)
 
Summer has finally arrived here. The air is hot and dry as the sun beats down on one and all. It is a day to be inside, with a tall clod drink.

G'day to any who may be about and to those who hide in the shadows.
 
Kitten creeps inside, curling up on her pillow. Normally she's asleep by now or getting tired at least, but the excitement of the day plus caffeine and a few other things is keeping her awake.

Thoughts, questions keep swirling in her mind, What kind of homeless girl story would be needed to appeal to a wide majority of readers? Not the stroke kind of readers, or not simply them, but the readers that enjoy a decent story. What would it take to interest them? Is there even an audience for such a thing?

Even if she asked everyone on the forums here, could she actually write the story that's needed to be told? Hell, she can't even sext these days, or write what's on her mind. There are too many possible directions.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, she looks around curiously at anyone who might be around.
 
Evening Kitten It seems you have quite a few questions. I find that for a good story you need to find something you want to say and a rough story line to guide you.

If you come up with something PM Kitten.
 
The heat is unbearable over the last four days. The only chance for sleep was a cold shower and hope. Luckly the heat wave is breaking and highs in the mid 70's by Friday.

Evening to any who may be about and to those that hide in the shadows.
 
Kitten comes out of the shadows to wave at cgraven and curl up on a pillow. She's been so busy these last few days that she hasn't even had time to think about writing any type of story.
 
Her movements are sensual, fluid and seductive as she comes from the shadows. A sexy little wave, as she gracefully settles onto a pillow.

A hectic week Kitten? Coffee or something else Miss?

I pour myself a steaming mug of coffee to start the day and to chase the lingering effects of sleep from my eyes.
 
Yeah, it was a very crazy week. And it's not over yet. Even today's been crazy so far. Don't know if I'm coming or going half the time lol. Add in the bad kind of pain from a tooth extraction and it's fucked up cuz now eating is painful.

Kitten sighs and shakes her head, curling up on her pillow again to lurk.

I don't need anything, but thanks.
 
I know that hot drinks can be painful after a tooth being pulled Kitty.

I let Kitty rest and hope she feels better soon.

It seems both of the people I was writing with just disappeard without a word Kitty/
 
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It seems that the time I am away from the welcoming warmth of the Inn continues to grow and grow. Still, it always feels like coming home each time I cross the threshold of the ever open doors. Not wanting to disturb those who may be about, I quietly find a leather chair in the nearest corner.
 
Kitty comes back in and curls up on her pillow, worn out by her emotions and a very long day. She was glad it was over now.

Wonder where who you were writing with went off to, cgraven. I'd try my hand at writing, but I'm currently not able to write a single sentence of any story. I want to write my own ending to someone's potential story, and I can't even do that for fun. It's frustrating that I can't seem to write.

Then again, with how busy I've been lately, I don't really have much time to write.
 
Kitty I find I need to have something to say, an idea that plays at the edge of my mind. That and I have to make time to write.

GH73 as you know the Inn's doors are always open.
 
The weather has cooled and the skies are again their leaden gray. Yet this time it is from forest fires. I trust all are safe.
 
It's been a good long while since she visited the Inn and the patrons. She wondered who still enjoyed these walls and the people and antics that often happened within. Never mind the drinks. The drinks and the Company were always something she enjoyed.

Greetings to all who, as CG often says, may be lurking in the shadows ...
 
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