Quick Fiction: “So, you’re telling me you’re not having an affair with another man?”


“So, you’re telling me you’re not having an affair with another man?” Smirking like he knew I was full of bullshit, my husband said this, then tipped his head to one side in that self-righteous way that makes me want to castrate him with a pair of blunt scissors.

“No,” I said, and continued to scrub the stainless steel stove top with Vilex Kitchen Cleaner and a scrubbing sponge.

“So where have you been all week? You’re here in the morning, the house is a mess. Then you’re gone in the afternoon, and the house is still a mess.”

I could offer up a number of explanations and make them all sound reasonable. But the truth was, I wanted to slap him senseless for bringing up house work like that was my only worth.

I turned. Dante still had his head cocked to the right; his eyes still wide and self-righteous.


“Dante darling, I’m not seeing someone else. I married…you. I made a commitment.”

“Then, explain why you come home smelling of another man’s aftershave.”

I dropped the scrubbing sponge into the kitchen sink full of hot water and soap bubbles, and walked towards the bedroom. I didn’t need to rummage. I pulled a glossy printout from my handbag and unfolded it. I showed it to Dante and waited for his questions.

“This is an ad asking for local acting talent. What are you telling me? You don’t act.” Dante had never been a man who coped well with loss of control.

“I applied and got a role.”

Dante gasped, then tried to calm his laughter. “As what?”

“My bum is a perfect match for Laura Grayson’s. She’s shooting a movie and needed a stunt bum for her romantic scenes.”

“What…Laura Grayson? She’s really famous.”

“Yes, well… at least someone is finally interested in my bum.”

My husband’s face clenched. His dull eyes said everything. He knew he had never been a particularly intimate man, even before we married.

I plunged my hand into the sink full of water and found the scrubbing sponge. I smiled to myself and thought of my sexy lover, Franco. He would laugh so hard when I told him that his ‘bum double’ story and glossy homemade printout had worked.

Humbly written by X


My Writer’s Journal: 1,542 words and counting

1,542 words and counting

Today I’m committing to a new writing project. I started writing what I will here call, ‘Chargers’, a couple of weeks ago, but of course, as a wannabe writer (in contrast to being a…real writer), I lost faith in myself and gave up. Since then, however, I guts-up and handed my words onto someone with expertise on reviewing and evaluating prose fiction. Their response:

“Really engaging from the first sentence. Great rhythm and I want to keep reading, so write the rest!”

So…maybe it’s time to finally start seeing myself as a writer. I have 1,542 words in the can (i.e. fully edited and ready to ship) and probably another 90,000 or more to write.

I found this quote and it drives my engine…”Don’t settle for quiet desperation. Work well and lead the life of possibility you were meant to live.”

Wish me luck!

***You may wonder why all the secrecy…I call myself X, I’m not prepared to give away my full book title, my gavatar is a cute pink pig, and my web link begins with anonymousblogging000.

Call it caution, call it finding solace in anonymity or call it something else entirely. But please don’t dis my secrecy; I’m guarded by nature. I highly respect and appreciate the openness some bloggers commit to. Please be assured, I would tell you more if I could…

Seriously…toe cleavage! So silly…I love it!

“The secret of toe cleavage, a very important part of the sexuality of the shoe; you must only show the first two cracks.” Manolo Blahnik

Please be warned…I’m letting my silliness take over today.

I’ve been away from my computer for three days. Outrageous! Not like me at all. However, discoveries have been made. Yesterday, a lady in a shoe shop said to me, “Yes, and there’s no toe cleavage with this pair. They look really nice on.” My brain immediately went… “what tha? Toe cleavage!…Oh…I get it!”

Toe Cleavage! This is a new term for me. Does this make me the live-under-a-rock, untrendy, outcast type? Am I really the last to hear of ‘toe cleavage’? Maybe! I googled it. Hundreds of cleavage flashing feet popped into my browser. “Seriously…’toe cleavage’ is real?” Gobsmacked!

This got me thinking about what makes for clever writing. Some writers put just the right words together to create sentences that leave readers salivating for more. I’m not so much talking about the draw of a tantalising plot, but more about what makes the words themselves leave an impression on the reader. It’s different for everyone of course. I may value prose that is handcrafted with so much expression and descriptive imagery that it feels like poetry. Whereas you personally may prefer a no-fuss writing style that gets to the point of the story without dragging a reader through imagery and circumstance before the climax and point is finally reached. Personally, I’m an in-between girl. I want the occasional beautiful metaphor that makes my thoughts exhale and say “Oh…how creative”, but I don’t want ‘story’ to be sacrificed for craftsmanship either. Does that make sense to anyone but me?

So…why am I so taken with the idea of ‘toe cleavage’? Is the term even a little bit creative? I thought so when I first heard it. And…in contrast, I felt the exact opposite about the word ‘twerking’ when I first heard it days ago when Miley recently enlightened the world. A wordsmith is always on the prowl for clever and creative use of word. So why is ‘toe cleavage’ okay with me and the super popular term ‘twerking’ isn’t?

For me it comes back to imagery and cleverness. The term ‘toe cleavage’ is sassy and creates an immediate image of toes bulging from a low cut shoe in the same way a women’s breasts bulge from her bra. It’s a bit of fun and there’s an element of creative cleverness there. Someone made a clever, but unlikely connection. In contrast, whoever coined the term ‘twerking’ simply invented a catchy word by squashing two others ‘twisting’ and ‘jerking’ together. Not a lot of thought went in, but ‘twerking’ has become synonymous with ‘fun’ regardless.

As a writer I need to take inspiration from these little epiphanies, too. Popular isn’t always clever and creative. Clever and creative takes time, a little thought and an eye that is willing to look for fresh new perspectives in old and sometimes smelly places (…like feet).

Seriously…toe cleavage! So silly…I love it!
Keep smiling.