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Lion wasn’t in the mood for love again last night. I told him we’d just wait until he was in the mood. He tends to exaggerate things and said maybe he was done for good this time. How many times has he said he was done for good? Lots. How many times has he actually been done for good? None. This too shall pass.

I agree with him that he’s just caught up in writing his book. He mumbles to himself. When I ask what he said, he’s just thinking about his book. I understand. He’s got to create his own world in the book. He’s got to figure out how to get the characters in trouble, and then he’s got to figure out how to get them back out of trouble. What color was that car? Maybe it matters. Maybe it doesn’t. Is it green with a patch of rust above the back wheel on the passenger side? That would set it apart from that green car over there without a patch of rust above the back wheel on the passenger side. Details. It’s a lot to think about.

Thinking is the enemy of erections. If his mind is elsewhere, he’s not going to be in the moment of me playing with him. On the other hand, if he’s been having trouble having an erection and he starts to think about it too much, it can be a problem. The point is, I’m not worried about his not being interested in sex. I don’t think he’s entirely lost his ability. He’s distracted. Fair enough. He’ll be back in the mood when he’s done thinking so much about writing. I’ll be waiting for him.

On the off chance he has trouble getting back in the mood when he wants to, I’ll do whatever I can to help. He’s not done for good. No way. Not this Lion.

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On Saturday night, Mrs. Lion tried to get me interested in sex. I was unresponsive. She said that it was probably because I fell asleep while we were watching TV. Maybe, but I don’t think so. This has happened before. It seems to coincide with times I am intensely involved with my writing.

I’ve been working on a novel for a while. Progress has been slow but steady. It’s no secret that my confidence has been shaken by the resounding rejections that my first book received (over 200). I took the hint and started a new project.

Since the chances that my work will be published are somewhere between slim and none, I decided to write a story that I would enjoy reading, sort of literary masturbation. I like my new story.

Anyway, I got an ad for a “first 10 pages boot camp.” It’s held by a very reputable writers’ publication. You submit the first ten pages of your manuscript. A legitimate agent reviews them and offers suggestions on how to improve the work.

This is very important for an author. Agents usually ask for the first ten pages when you ask them to represent you. If the agent doesn’t love them, you get rejected.

I asked Mrs. Lion if she was OK with me spending the money for the boot camp. She was. I looked at the credentials of the agents who would be reviewing the work. I requested a very senior agent at a New York agency.

My thought was that if I got less-than-positive feedback, I would seriously consider giving up my attempts to write fiction. I got the feedback early Saturday morning. Here is the first line of her comments:

“This was a very fun read. You have a very strong and engaging voice and that is half the battle. Bravo!”

Wow!

She continued with very useful suggestions on how to improve my book. I sent her a thank-you note and mentioned that I was grateful for her encouragement. She responded and told me to keep going and that “You’re a good writer.”

Prior professional reviews of my first book were anything but encouraging. You can imagine how happy this review made me. I spent Saturday morning revising the first ten pages based on her excellent feedback. I worked the rest of the day on applying what I learned to the rest of my story. I was laser-focused on my story.

I stopped working at about four. I took a shower and relaxed. My mind was in the world  I was creating in my story. I wanted to have sex but couldn’t get aroused. One-track lion. Too bad it wasn’t the fun track that Mrs. Lion was offering.

I’m writing this post on Sunday morning (early!). Mrs. Lion is still asleep. The dog came to my office to say hello and then went back under the bed to go back to sleep. I’m ready to get back to work on my story. I’m only 39,000 words in. The finished novel will be between 70 and 85,000 words.

Wish me luck!

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Why does the weekend fly by? Several workdays last week took forever to get through. Saturday? Poof! Gone. It’s almost the end of summer. Not that seasons mean anything. We’ve been talking about going somewhere for a few days. Without the trailer, we aren’t necessarily concerned with the time of year. Sure, it would be nice to see certain places with fall leaves or with snow or without snow, for that matter. But we’re not tied to campgrounds being open only for part of the year.

Every weekend, I think about playing with Lion earlier in the day. There’s no reason not to. Why can’t I drag out the massage table at 2 in the afternoon? No reason. Well, it’s in Lion’s office and if he’s at his desk, there’s a reason. But most of the time he’d willingly vacate his desk chair if it meant fun time for Lion. He’s been working on his book for a while. He got some great feedback and he’s had his nose to the grindstone. He might be less willing to vacate his chair. And I don’t blame him. If he’s on a roll, keep rolling.

I’m not sure if he was snoozing while I made dinner last night. After I did the dishes, I snuggled over and started playing with weenie and the boys. It sounded like he was enjoying it, but then I heard the even breathing of him snoozing. There’s also a little “poo” noise when his lips finally let the air out. He apologized for not getting hard. He said he was tired. Yup. I could tell. Falling asleep while I play with him is a tell-tale sign of being tired.

This morning it occurred to me that I put him to sleep by playing with his balls. That happens sometimes. I remember a long time ago seeing some show on television how a guy could put alligators to sleep by rubbing their stomachs. Obviously, they had to be somewhat tame to begin with for him to be able to flip them over without being chomped on. But I think of that every time I rub Lion’s balls and he falls asleep.

Lion riding was a no-go last night. Maybe tonight. Maybe not. I’ll just go with the flow.

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We went out for lunch yesterday. Lion was craving a hamburger, fries, and a chocolate shake. We had prescriptions to pick up nearby, so it all worked out. The problem is that we were full afterward. Well, no, that’s not a problem. We were full long afterward. We didn’t want dinner. That tends to throw us off.

The other problem is that it’s been humid around here. It’s not usually humid here in the summer. When we have rain, it rolls in and out fairly quickly. It’s been overcast, and the air has been very heavy. Yuck. It’s not technically warm enough for air conditioning, but I was hot. We had the fan going, so it helped to a point. I’m usually hotter than Lion anyway, so he was probably chilly with the fan on. Despite that, I was determined to give Lion some happy time.

I asked him to lay across the bed so I could suck him. I warned him I didn’t feel like Lion riding. I’d been having gut issues, and I hadn’t had a shower in a few days. I didn’t think he wanted a sticky lioness riding him. Wild lions don’t care, or if they do, they can’t exactly say, “Excuse me, my dear. You smell like last night’s zebra. Can you go to the river and rinse off?” Today I am showered with no sign of gut issues.

Lion wasn’t going to have an orgasm last night anyway. I promised him some riding, and he’ll get his orgasm that way. However, because I was hot, I could only get him most of the way to the edge. He had fun, but he wished I’d continued on. Doesn’t he always? When I ride him tonight, I’ll make sure it’s cool enough for me to get him to the promised land.