In my latest journal entry, I relate the trip I took with my wife to the edge of the Blueridge Mountains for our 26th anniversary. I found an inspiring book at the B&B where we stayed. The book is Fumbling by Kerry Egan and the journal entry contains a link to my review.

I don’t often do writing contests, but I did one recently for a shot at the prize of Yann Martel’s latest novel. It was a fun experience with an unusual contest. I wrote a journal entry about it, here (click the picture).

My wife and I recently attended a James Taylor concert. It was a shared experience of baby-boomers that left me with some thoughts about getting older.

I attended a writing workshop this last week where I got my first good look at the face of the publishing industry. I wrote a journal entry about it:

"I wanted this," he said.  "So many times."

"You did?  I thought I imagined it."

Deming muttered something I couldn't hear and led me toward the guest bedroom.  "I couldn't wait any longer.  I had to be with you."

My fears were eradicated by a hot blast that consumed me like lava flow.  His lips and tongue were everywhere, teasing long forgotten parts of me that begged for closure.  I floated in a sea of shifting tides and crashing currents, guided back to shore by the sound of his voice.

Deming switched on the lamp, watching my reaction as he made me whole.  For once I was too needy to care.  Afterward, he swept aside the sheets and surveyed every part of me as if I were a sculpture.  "You're beautiful," he said.  "So lovely."

Did they just have sex?  If they did, is it over? 

I have read this over and over and I'm still not 100% sure. This is a mystery themed book that was tagged as romance too.  I feel like it is Inception, mystery theme plus mystery if they are actually having sex.  Reading on to see if I can get to the next level...

*ok so a couple more paragraphs it is confirmed, boots were knocked. She is teasing him saying it wasn't that good.  AWKWARD