Almost scratching his man balls

No not really; I'm actually trying to better myself...

I can remember when I've been asked these words: "Who do you want to be when you grow up?"

I was in 3rd grade and my immediate response and I was serious; 'I want to be a nurse'.
Then that got boring, I was determined to become a dolphin trainer, then I hit seventh grade and I wanted to become a slacker I saw the feed the children commercial and I did a report on Mother Teresa and I wanted to be a saint; a nun. Tenth grade my mom became my hero and I wanted to be a mother like my mother.

I saw Clueless and I swear to you I sawmyself as a movie star, I grew more respect for Oprah and I then I wanted to be the next Ophah. Then an artist, the next wonder woman, an idependant woman.
Nothing never serious because I wasn't taking myself seriously.

Then one day back in 11th I read my first erotic fiction The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by A. N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice) I lust pleasure and the way it made me felt mentally emotionally physically.
Then I thought I can do this I too can write a book.

Then reality sink in writing erotic fiction is hard your imagination has to keep burning I mean you have to play up on your own imagination when It comes down to sex.
So here I am now- I can't even sit long enough to write out a shopping list but I got a couple stories and there pretty good...

I am making a personal goal to myself: I'm going to get this book going...*A pause while I get sidetrack*- OMG is that the latest Robbie Williams cd, I must get it...

NOOOOO, focus Emme, you must focus and think about auto signing somewhere.