Every Day

My mornings are often spent in a daze. I take a lot of medications to regulate my heart and my thyroid and the result is that my mornings are like hallucinations until my brain chemistry comes back on line. Today was no different.

I was in the shower trying to organize my day. There are things I have to do for work but they don’t count. I was more concerned with important things. Things like writing, blogging, becoming a better sniper in Team Fortress, make up a schedule for more book publishing, bidding on some Call of Cthulhu source books and other important things.

I am a big believer in doing things every day. It is important in exercising to devolp muscle memory. I think it is just as important creatively to apply yourself every day so that you have creative memory. I think the brain has to be trained to produce content.

In my over dramatic mind, I liken myself to a Zen martial arts master. Instead of pounding my hands into sand, I type sex acts on a Word document. I’m a writer so I must write. I am a gamer so I must practice my games. I am a creative person so I must create.

I make a list in my head. An hour of writing. An hour of shooting computer targets. First though, I have another task to do.

I get out of the shower and dry off. I walk into the bedroom and my wife rolls over. Waking up is hard for her too.

I pulled the covers off of her and roll her onto her side. her lovely brown butt peeks out from the sides of her rainbow panties. She is already giggling with anticipation.

I spank her. Not hard because it is the morning after all. Light taps cup her buttocks as I switch from side to side. Two taps here, three taps there as I build my rhythm.

She whines over dramatically. Her insincere protests make me smile. She struggles a bit and I have to focus more to hit her ass the way I want to. That’s okay. Struggling is what she does every day.

Some things are easier to do every day than others.