The husband told me that 2010 would be the year I’d have to move from being a S/WAHM back to a WOHM, unless I had a book hidden away that came with a ‘very nice deal’ advance attached to it. Alas, that ‘very nice deal’ wasn’t even a sparkle in this authors eye, so it was looking for jobs for me.
Frankly, I’d not thought to find something as fast as I did – I sent out a resume on Monday, heard from an employer Wednesday, and by Friday I had a job offer in hand. It seems I was just the right person in the right place at the right time, WAHOO! Well, wahoo kinda…
I’d worked right trough my 99/00 pregnancy, then after a few months off had gone back to work again, but then in Sept 2001 we came to the USA. While my husband had a valid visa for work, I didn’t so I became an enforced SAHM. And that way I stayed until Jan 2010. Eight long years out of the workforce, so it was a little nerve wracking to know that in just two days I’d be back amongst the working again.
That first half a week? OMG what a killer – I was in bed and deep asleep by 9pm each night. Last week at least I managed to get all the way through Castle on Monday and Fringe on Thursday 
Forget about housework… and writing.
This week though I have grand plans of being a together and with-it WOHM. At least an hour each night dedicated to writing – more if I’m not having to prop my eyes open with toothpicks.
It sounds sad to say it, but it’s taking some work to get back to being a normal working person – you know the one that doesn’t fall face first into her bed when she gets home, but first makes dinner, catches a tv show, does some craft/oddjobs (in my instance, filling orders from Anne’s Addictions), and puts some time in on her hobby before heading for some well earned zzz.
I used to be able to, hopefully it won’t take too much longer to get back into the habit ’cause I’ve got stories to get written!
(PS. For the acronym impaired: SAHM – stay at home mother, WAHM – work at home mother, WOHM work out of home mother)
(PPS. I’m back working in an Optometry Practice – oh my, how insurance makes things sooo different)
(PPPS. Nice deal $1 – $49,000, very nice deal $50,000 – $99,000, good deal $100,000 – $250,000, significant deal $251,000 – $499,000, major deal $500,000 and up)
First things first, yes, the naughty scenes are pretty good. What I like here is how well Ms Douglas manage to integrate the awkwardness felt by both characters as they try out various sex toys and all in a realistic manner without destroying the momentum or the heat level of those scenes. But what I also enjoy in this story is the insight offered by Ms Douglas into the psychology and dynamic behind the Domme and male submissive relationship. Now, I don’t know how authentic such details are as I’m not familiar with the scene, but I do find them convincing enough in my opinion. It is interesting to learn that being a Domme isn’t just about becoming Xenia Onatopp and punishing the submissive – the Domme also has needs, I learn, and the very act of punishing a submissive sometimes isn’t enough to satisfy those cravings. Ms Douglas goes beyond the stereotypical portrayal of BDSM typical of CSI episodes to introduce the emotional intimacy aspect of such a relationship, and I find the whole thing a most interesting read indeed.
So much for uber organised Anne this week.
