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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Tuesday Babble

My plans for an installment were foiled again. Last night, I packed up and, with ST/Naomi, and our furbabies, left. We just got to the town we plan to stay in, if we can find an affordable and pet-friendly place. Sorry my messy life is interfering with the blog story, but I'll do my best to write an installment tomorrow.


Monday, March 27, 2017

Monday Babble

Well, it's been a rough damn weekend. Or a damned rough weekend. Or a damned weekend. Whatever. Emotional turmoil is the suck.

However, I did this, if you want a little jot of Gabe and Mika. It's for Crystal's Many Reviewers 4th Birthday Celebration--

Gabe and Mika FlashFic

We made headstones for the cats' graves outside. Looks much better than a pile of rocks.

Donny's... My marble cat looks like a crab but I tried to be artistic

Momo. ST/Sierra/Naomi decorated this one

Murphy-- Amber's kitty.

Argh! I can't get my margin moved back over. Well, we did more yard work and planted flowers etc. 

I have also decided to deactivate my Bailey B FaceBook account. ST/Sierra/Naomi will be keeping the FB group/author page going, but I'm not in a place to be on there right now. 

On the upside, I've edited TWO amazing stories for upcoming publication with Rainbow Ninja Press! Can't tell y'all who-- that's not my place-- but y'all will love these authors :D

I hope y'all have a fabulous Monday! I'll see y'all tomorrow :D

Friday, March 24, 2017

Metamorphoses Ch. 15

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford

Chapter Fifteen

He’s in my bedroom! Mine! Clyde’s heart was going to just burst from a mix of lust and excitement, and that would suck because Raider’s sleeping in my room!
Clyde hadn’t missed the knowing look his mom had given him when his dad had said Raider could bunk with him.
It was embarrassing, really. His parents were trying to get him laid. Later on in his life, Clyde would probably cringe at that memory, but he’d never regret any time spent with Raider.
His crush on Raider was likely growing out of hand. If he wasn’t careful, Clyde would soon be at risk of losing his heart. Maybe. It’s not as if I know what it means or feels like to love a guy romantically.
He’d seen the love, true, deep, enduring love, that his parents shared. Clyde wanted to have what they had, some day. He’d dreamed of it, in fact. What he’d never expected was to have the chance of that kind of love happening to him at such a young age.
The deeper his thoughts got on the subject, the more Clyde lost track of the goings-on around him. He sat on the window seat of the kitchen alcove—one of the few areas where his brothers and sisters couldn’t plop down to join him. They could stand and irk Clyde if they weren’t so lazy. He knew when to count his blessings, and lazy sibs could sometimes be amongst them.
Not having much experience in the sex department, Clyde was trying to figure out if he’d regret his lack of playing time were he and Raider to become a settled pair, mates, lovers, committed spouses.
The realization of the absurdity of his thoughts hit him like a snowball to the head. Clyde flushed hot then cold, blinking rapidly.
The fine hairs on his nape stood up. He knew then that he wasn’t alone. So much for Murphy leaving me alone. Murphy always gave him shit the most.
“Murph—“ Clyde began, turning his head, only to shut up when he saw that it was Raider standing not six feet away from him. Raider’s cheeks had twin dots of red on them, signs of his embarrassment or discomfort. It wasn’t from the heat; the AC in the house was on ‘freeze off your sexual organs’.
“Just me,” Raider said, taking a tentative step forward. “I—Am I bothering you?”
Clyde just about broke his neck shaking his head. “No! No, I was just “ He chuckled. “Hiding from my brothers and sisters. They’ve been giving me crap about you being in my room.”
Raider cleared his throat, then took another step. “Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Clyde’s dick began to grow hard and he gestured Raider closer. “Come on, have a seat.”
Raider walked over then set beside Clyde, but didn’t look at him. Instead, Raider fidgeted with his fingers, steepling them, folding them, curling his hands into fists.
“You’re making me hella nervous,” Clyde admitted, his throat dry. “Do you you don’t have to stay in my room.”
Raider did look at him then. “I don’t want to be in your way. I know you said, back at my place, you were, after we—I mean.” He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Ugh! I just feel like this is moving really fast from us getting off to me living with you, even if it’s temporary.”
Clyde bit his lip. What should he say to that? He didn’t know! He wanted Raider there, and maybe it was because he was young and inexperienced, but he thought he kinda loved Raider already.
“I’m going to tell Chellie we’re leaving. We’ll—“
“No,” Clyde rasped, reaching for Raider before he even knew he was doing it. He wrapped his hands around Raider’s. “Please don’t. I want—“ Everything. You. Me. A future. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to. I won’t touch you or pressure you. Just just don’t leave.”
Raider turned his hands over under Clyde’s, and after a moment, he was holding Clyde’s hands.
And he raised his gaze to Clyde’s. “This is crazy, but I feel—so much, here.” He brought their joined hands to his chest. “That’s not normal.”
Clyde couldn’t help it. He was filled with joy and hope and he knew he was smiling like a lunatic. “That’s okay, Raider. I’m not normal, either.”
“Clyde!” Gladys’ voice held that, I’m going to yank your ears off, tone.
Raider jumped as much as Clyde did, and Raider tried to pull his hands back, but Clyde held them, held onto this moment and his hope. He knew his mom had thought he was going to spill the beans on being a shifter, but that hadn’t been what Clyde had meant.
“Chill, Mom,” Clyde said, still focusing on Raider. “I want to have a relationship with Raider. He ought to know I’m a goofball before he agrees to give us a shot.”
“Oh. Oh, okay.” Gladys huffed, then she strode over to them and cupped Raider’s chin, making him look at her. “My boy is an oddball, but normal is boring as fuck, Raider. You won’t find a better heart than the one Clyde can offer you.”

Then she startled Raider, who gasped when she kissed him on the brow before leaving them alone again.

Installment coming, depressing update below, so skip if you want to.

We got Amber and co moved out, their former rooms cleaned (and let me tell you, I shared some videos of that with some friends and they were horrified by how dirty the rooms were. I've had 5+ years of it so I knew it'd be bad), sanitized and painted one of those rooms so Sierra could have it as it's 3 times the size of the room she was in, moved her stuff in, and so on. Amber and Mike have a cute new place and I hope they love it there.

My mindfuck for the week has been losing two cats. I was going to write on the blog yesterday, but mostly I slept because I had to scoop one of our mostly-feral cats up out of the road at midnight. There were four of those cats; someone had the mom as a pet, then moved away. The mom wouldn't stay here, but her kittens did. They were a few months old then and we have never been able to get close enough to touch them-- except for the one that got run over. Donnie. Couldn't pet him, but once I managed to touch his head when he was eating. The others will come running for food, swarm your ankles even, but if you reach for them, they're gone.

The day before that, another cat I fed and often let into the house-- Bobbert-- he belonged to our next door neighbors, but you know, I should have just taken him, had him neutered, and kept him inside. Wrong or right, I don't even care, because then I wouldn't have found him Tuesday, with maggots inside and out, still alive though. The owners took him, then lost him, and didn't want me to take him to the vet because the vet might euthanize Bobbert. Well, no shit, man, but I guess it's better to let Bobbert be in agony? "Oh, we gave him Benadryl because he had mucus-- "

I can't even. It wasn't that long ago we had to have Murphy put to sleep because he developed FIP after being neutered. The vet said neutering probably activated the virus. I have never heard that one before, and I used to be a vet tech. I wonder if Murphy didn't catch FIP at the clinic. But three furbabies, and so this entire week I've been a sobbing mess. To add to all of that, Sierra was with me when we found Donnie. She and I took care of him, and while we were both crying, the Hubs didn't offer even one word of kindness. Sierra and I dug the hole for Donnie, out there at around one in the morning.

This coming week has to be better. I can't handle another one like this one.

I'm off to write. <3

Friday, March 17, 2017


I give up this week! Amber has strep throat, I've had kids half the day, and I am behind on everything! House, writing, sanity-- all lagging!

I am going to take off until Next Thursday, give myself a break from all pressure that I put on myself, focus on getting things done here at the house so I can not have that all nagging at my conscience. I'm sorry y'all, I just have to step back for a few days and get caught up around here.

I hope y'all have a good week, and I'll be thinking of y'all.


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Installment update and babble

Okay, I was exhausted yesterday when we got home. Couldn't sleep or concentrate. I have to pay bills and such fun stuff today, but will be writing an installment (or two?) tomorrow. I miss writing!

Mom has recovered mostly from her fall, but damned if she didn't get sick Friday/Saturday-today. She had the flu or something close to it. Charlie's got cooties now.

And! Amber, Mike, Elijah and Charlie are moving out! I'm excited for Amber and co to be starting this new adventure, but I will miss them all. I am also excited to have my house back, so to speak. It feels like I've lived in my bedroom for the past several years. However, I will always treasure the time I got to spend with my family.

Amber and Mike won't be totally moved out until next week; then y'all know what happens?

*sobs* Massive house-cleaning, furniture appropriation, (Cheap furniture, because $$ and cats with claws), room-swapping and so much more hard work.

Send booze. And chocolate.

Mom and I made two runs in a row to Odessa, which takes us about 13hrs roundtrip. It's a beautiful drive, but I miss being home. Hubs said we will probably have three more trips next week, but I am going to try to bribe Amber into driving one or two of them. Money's nice to make, but I need recuperation time in my home.

Hubs is healing up from the surgery; he still can't even lift a 1 lb weight with his right hand, though. His surgeon is supposed to get him started in PT for that.

Sierra/Naomi/ST is checking into cosmetology school, specifically makeup stuff. She also takes college classes online, but she loves makeup, might like doing hair and stuff like that, too.

And that is about all that's happening on my end. Y'all remind me to tell y'all about the next contest :D

***huggz*** Happy Thursday, y'all!