Chaotic Musings

A collection of whatever pops into my head. I write, I draw, I do weird stuff like *coughs* spanking.  I have no clue what's going to end up here...but it probably won't be safe for work, ever.

[podcastwizard]

affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

[kessilylewel]

I got: Jester. Which member of The Mighty Nein are you?

[somecutething]

[sir-thursday]

Fucking superb you funky little goblin

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

A precious gremlin beast

[movedto-nonbinarytyto-deactivat]

I went through 275 pages of my video tag to find these vines among others

[sapphirecutie1995-deactivated20]

this is a portal to a better place

[helthehatter]

What an interesting compilation of vines

[stardustschild]

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

[tbbackus]

There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.

[crutchie-morris]

or the one where the bridge never came out for Javert’s suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out

[musicofthestage]

best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere

[agatharights]

During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well

Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.

Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.

So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).

[soulpunchftw]

This is wild from start to finish

[totalspiffage]

I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)

[punkbatsarchive]

In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer night’s dream, Thisbe didn’t have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger

[redheadeddisneyfreak]

My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.

[sammywhatammy]

i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show. 

my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.

in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.

so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-

PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.

the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.

[cinder-ember]

During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?

Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.

The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.

Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.

Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.

Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.

Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.

Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.

Sunday Night:  Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.

Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.

[fat-hippie]

I was in Twelfth Night during high school and we were lucky enough to have identical twin girls playing Viola and Sebastian. Due to the blocking in the first half of the play, their characters didn’t appear on stage together but rather almost consecutively one after the other for a majority of the first act.

It was awesome because when people saw the play and didn’t know the girls were identical twins, it literally looked like it was one actor doing multiple, uber fast costume changes.

One of our first performances was for our peers and it was a big school so lots of people didn’t know the twins. This - for some reason - was also the performance they chose to record.

Listening to the confusion of the audience during the playback was fantastic and completely topped by the moment Viola walked off stage left just as Sebastian walked on stage right and someone right beside the camera goes “OH WHAT THE FUCK” so loudly it drowned out everything else.

The best thing? That was the copy of the play that was made available for purchase by family and parents. Haha.

[whereismyvillage]

Oh my god. I went to one of the Spiderman shows where he flew out above the audience and then got stuck and had to awkwardly hang there for about 10 minutes, but these stories are brilliant.

[andthereisnotragedyinthat]

okay so, my senior year of high school and I’m part of the stage crew for Peter Pan. There’s a scene where Hook and Smee are searching for Peter and the Lost Boys. Now the theater department at my high school isn’t very well funded (in the southern USA, football is king), so the sets we managed to make were pretty kickass for the money we had. We had a structure painted like a big tree stump for the entrance to the Lost Boys’ hideout. You could climb to the top of it, but also go inside it through a trap door that we kept locked up during most of the play.

It’s like our third show and everything has been going surprisingly well. Hook and Smee climb to the top of the “tree trunk”, supposedly looking for Peter and not knowing they’re standing above his hiding spot the whole time.

Turns out someone didn’t close the trapdoor properly, because the second Hook steps on it, he plunges through the thing. He’s able to catch himself, but he’s got his ass and one leg dangling through this hole where it’s like a ten foot drop to the ground. All of us stage crew are literally two feet away from him offstage, just gaping at him because???? Y'all this fall looked BAD. Looked like my dude did the splits in mid air. The whiplash caused his fucking wig to come off. The audience is dead silent, all of us backstage are dead silent, the director is like already looking up how to treat a broken groin.

The kid who was playing Hook was like a fuckin sophomore and he KILLED it. He gave himself a second to catch his breath, never broke character, just looked up at his castmate and growled “Smee, you fool, help me up!”. He ended up playing off the wig thing as an embarrassing comedic bit for Hook, and the play went on. He was completely fine. It was the best thing I’d ever seen.

[squidspawn]

There was an infamous performance of the opera Don Giovanni where in the last act Giovanni was suppose to be dragged into hell via trapdoor but the overweight actor got stuck, leading someone from the audience to shout: “Hey everyone, Hell’s full!!” 

[sarahviehmann]

I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but the Lefou story has me in tears every time.

[dwlostcompanion]

As someone who did Tech stuff in High school for 4 years, Lefou!

[five-very-happy-years]

I was a costumer on a stage version of Titanic, and in the scene where the women and children are getting in the lifeboats, one of the men (who was supposed to be saying goodbye to his wife he knows he will never see again because his is about to die), realized his fake mustache was falling off and instead of playing it cool… he rips it off his face, and hands it to his wife with the line “Something to remember me by”…it was the funniest thing that I have ever seen in my 8 years in theatre, the entire cast lost their shit laughing at the most dramatic moment possible

[valid-bastard]

i was a soundboard opperator for Into The Woods this year at my high school and the guy who was playing the steward had this fake mustache, and this thing gave us So Many Issues. It knocked against his mic and no one could hear him, there were insane pops whenever i had to turn it on, and there wasnt much our backstage audio tech could really do about it. One night there was the scene where the mysterious man is trying to concince the prince and his steward to give the baker and his wife the shoe, and the steward’s mustache fell right off.

dead silence.

and then, in a moment of blind panic, the steward Yelled, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MUSTACHE OLD MAN???”

[inkyphoenix]

I was running the light board for a production of “Noises Off” which meant turning the lights on at the beginning of each act and turning them off at the end of the act. I got bored one night and started reading fanfiction. At the end of that particular acts I’m supposed to drop the lights when the actor playing the director yells “Lights!” I was enthralled with my reading, missed my cue, and finally turned the lights down when the entire cast joined in on yelling “LIGHTS!!!!!”

I was also in a production of “Cabaret” where one of the chorus girls got too drunk before the show and rolled right off the stage during Mein Herr.

And I worked backstage during a production of “Aida” where multiple actors ended up with stab wounds during various performances.

Good times!

[a-simple-gaywitch]

So we did the little mermaid this year and there were two things that made it a wreck.

Our second show, the overture went smoothly, but when it was time for the opening song, things went downhill. The curtain didn’t open for the kids to come on the stage. Our director RESTARTED THE SHOW!

And during another show, Eric was on the boat and gesturing with the fork, explaining how he didn’t need it or whatever. But it slipped out of his hand. So he just looks over the side of the boat and goes “well we don’t need that either.” Thankfully stage crew was able to get it after the curtain closed for a scene change

[whoops-im-obsessed]

When I was younger, I was in a school production of ‘Aladin’ as a dancer. It was a very amateur production - before our school had a proper theatre department - and all of us dancers were about 12, and bad at what we did.

We were due to go on straight after the interval, and when we got our 5 minute call we all gathered backstage. It was only then that we realised that one person was missing. (this didn’t affect the dance, it was a very simple group number where everyone was doing the same thing).

We were about to go on, and there was still no sight of this girl, so like the badass professional 12 year olds we were, we went on without her.

Everything was going about as well as it could under the circumstances, and we were all confident. That is until the girl showed up. We were slap-bang in the middle of the dance, when she barged on stage - not at all subtly - and started the dance from the beginning.

Long story short, we were all mortified, she didn’t care, and that is one of the reasons why I quit hip-hop dancing.

[kessilylewel]

Wow, release day!

This is a really hectic day and my mind is scattered in all directions. My first book has spiked in the Amazon ranks (which I was expecting because of the sequel coming out.) but they also released an Audio version of A Haunting Experience.

And today the sequel ( Awakened with a Touch) was released so I’ve had a million small tasks that go along with that (This being one of them.)  In the meantime the first book of a new trilogy is done, and I’m working my way through edits there, and hoping to submit by the end of the month. So busy busy!

[kessilylewel]

Awakened with a Touch (Gifted Affinities Book 2) - Kindle edition by Kessily Lewel, Blushing Books. Paranormal Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

My second novel was released today!

[yourfluffiestnightmare]

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.   When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.   Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.   It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.   ‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.   ‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.   He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.   He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.   It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?   I asked him what happened on his adventure.   ‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.   ‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.   ‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?   ‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’   ‘And so I did.   ‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.   ‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.   ‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.   ‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.   ‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.   ‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.   ‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’   I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.   What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?   ‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’   My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.   ‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’   But I do. I really believe in it.   And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.

Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)

[kessilylewel]

Writing

So, I'm still getting used to the jump from short stories and articles to novels. Finishing the sequel to A Haunting Experience (Still waffling on the title!) was a big relief because they say everyone has one book in them, but to be a novelist you have to be able to produce beyond that. And there’s also the fact that sometimes ending a story is harder than pausing it. I may go back to April and John later, I think they still have more story to tell, but for now I wanted to wrap things up, and that meant tying up as many of the loose strings as possible, while still leaving a few dangling in case I want to pick it up again in the future. This was harder than I anticipated. As a short story writer over the years I got really good at writing to an exact word count, and I developed a style that often included abrupt endings that left questions. This...is not so useful for full length books. I’ve gotten very few negative comments on the first one, but one thing that has come up was the suddenness of the ending. That’s fairly typical of me, it’s part of my style, but in this case there were a few other factors that won’t be an issue with the sequel so I’m hoping everyone is pleased with it. I’ve just gotten the first feedback and edits from the first five chapters and I think people are really going to like it.

[kessilylewel]

Novel released!

So yesterday was an exciting day! My first novel went live on Amazon.com before I was aware of it and I had people buying it and telling me they had before I even knew it was up there! It sent me into a bit of a panic. I have no idea why but suddenly my stress level skyrocketed.  It is now also up on the publisher’s website here: http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=4378

For those who want to download another version other than Kindle, you’d be better off going directly to the publisher. They offer other options. 

I am just a few pages from finishing the sequel and really pleased with how it’s coming out. At this point I intend to end the story with just those two books but the temptation to do an epilogue novel later is huge. I really think the characters are rich enough to come back to them again.

But I just want to be clear...there is a LOT of spanking in these books. Spanking of an erotic nature, and also domestic discipline. There’s also a lot of graphic sex, plus the romance and I hope... a really good plot. 

[kessilylewel]

A Haunting Experience - Kindle edition by Kessily Lewel, Blushing Books. Paranormal Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

My novel was released today and is now available on Amazon.com. This is a paranormal romance novel with lots of sex, spanking, and bdsm

[kessilylewel]

Book One of Gifted Affinities

[kessilylewel]

A Haunting Experience

It’s coming down to the last few days now. If all goes well, the first novel in the Gifted Affinities books should be released on the 15th. This is an exciting and stressful time. Coincidentally I should finish the sequel within a few days of its release.

[kessilylewel]

Working title for this novel is Empathy for the Dead

A few people asked for a teaser on the new novel. This is from the sequel to "A Haunting Experience" which will be released later this month. The formatting is probably going to go to hell sorry about that. I'll double space to make it readable. ....... But the contrast of his warm flesh touching hers made her back arch as a shudder ran through her. The heat drew her attention to every place he touched, making the skin tingle and tighten. He spilled her on her back, to sprawl wantonly with a shaft of moonlight cutting across her body. The world was colorless, everything shades of black and white. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he stared down at her. Something about the moonlight, or the darkness made her feel like she was, a rare feeling for her. Instead of protesting, or denying it, she smiled seductively. "Am I?" she asked. "You make me feel so...desirable." He didn't answer, not in words, but the way he stared at her, like he was seeing an oasis after a week lost in a desert, told her how he felt. His hands roamed over her possessively, coasting lightly over her silken skin. "Would you say," he said, beginning to grin, "that I won our game fairly, April?" She eyed him nervously, suddenly very aware that she'd said he could do anything he wanted if he caught her. True she'd been distracted and hadn't really put up much of a fight but that was her own fault, or rather the fault of her gifts. "Y-yes, why? What did you have in mind?" The suspicion was heavy in her voice. "A training exercise in obedience--in submission, perhaps." His grin turned into a smirk. One eyebrow went up in question, clearly daring her to agree. She shivered, but not from the chill this time. Looking up at him from the pile of discarded clothes that cushioned her back and kept her off the bare wood, she swallowed and then nodded slowly. They were giving Elizabeth what she wanted, but this was about their relationship. They had a month to see if they were compatible, to see if she could live like this, with him. Learning how to be the submissive he wanted was a big part of that. In his time there were no books about how to be a dominant. You either were, or were not, and his style of dominance was an old fashioned 'do as your told' type that didn't really take into account that she was supposed to be his equal. He'd agreed to meet her halfway and make allowances for her modern upbringing, but she knew that by agreeing to this she was agreeing to completely accept his control. It was frightening, but there was an odd sense of freedom in it. Letting go of control meant letting go of all the worries that went with it. She was ready to try that. "Are you going to follow my commands?" She started to nod but he stopped her. "Don't," he said, holding up a hand. "Say the words--out loud." She had to clear her throat to make her voice work. "I'll follow them," she agreed. "Good girl. Sit up." The order was apparently rhetorical since he pulled her into a sitting position as he said them anyway. He reached behind her and with a tug, extracted her t-shirt from under her. She tilted her head with a confused look. "What are you doing?" she wondered. And then "Hey!" because he'd found the side seam and ripped a long strip off of the bottom. It wasn't anything special; just a random shirt with no emotional attachment but the action had startled her. "Quiet. And for now there will be no more questions unless you don't understand what I'm telling you to do. Do you understand?" he asked. His voice was soft but there was a hardness to it that warned her he meant it. Her head started to bob but she caught herself and switched to a verbal agreement before he could correct her. "Yes," she whispered. "Good, hold out your hands. Palms together," he instructed. She obeyed quickly, mostly because she wanted to see what he had in mind. He efficiently wrapped the torn fabric around her wrists, tying a complicated knot when he finished. She tried to tug her hands apart, experimenting to see how secure the binding was, and was unable to separate them. Just that small act of restraint made her pulse accelerate. Her eyes widened and she looked at him with eyes that were wide with nervousness. Bondage, she supposed, went along with spanking, but it was just another thing she'd never experienced before she'd come to this house. She shifted uneasily, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than usual. She knew with absolutely certainty that John would never hurt her, but that if he should choose to he wouldn't need a scrap of cloth to do it. He was a powerful supernatural entity and she was only an untrained medium; he'd always had the upper hand, but it had never been driven home to her so keenly until now. "Tell me what you're feeling," he demanded. He leaned in, holding her wrists still with one large hand. "I-I'm...not sure," she said. It seemed like he would want a better answer so she tried to find the words to explain the chaotic swirl of emotions. "I'm nervous about what you're going to do to me. I-I feel helpless and-" she paused and her glance dropped to her bare legs, half-hidden in shadow from a window pane. "And?" he pressed after a few seconds of silence went by. "And it's kind of, uh... sexy?" Was that the right word? She was turned on; she knew that much. She could feel the place between her thighs getting slick from the arousal and it made her squirm. "That's the desired effect," he said. He let go of her wrists to rip another strip off of her t-shirt. "A-are you going to tie my legs too?" she asked nervously. Her eyes were fixed on his hands as he destroyed her clothing. "Oh, no." He chuckled and shook his head. "No, that wouldn't be useful for what I've planned," he explained. That was worrisome, but what he said next was worse. "Looks like I'll have to punish you first. I did say no questions, remember?" Her eyes flashed up in a panic, looking for a sign that he was joking, but there was a resolute look on his face that said otherwise. Her mouth opened to protest but she snapped it shut quickly before she could get herself in more trouble. She knew, on some level, that this wasn't real trouble or real punishment. This was a game, but that didn't mean the punishment wouldn't hurt. "How pleasing; you're learning already," he said, and now there was a hint of amusement on his face before he took the second strip of cloth and turned it into a blindfold.

[kessilylewel]

Just got the cover for the new book! I love it!! We’re still on track for a June 15th release date too, I believe. So my name has apparently been something of a problem with people having trouble spelling Llewellyn. And mistaking L’s for i’s and such so we decided to go with a new pen name that would be less confusing. I settled on Kessily Lewel what do you guys think? I’ll throw this out to the after dark crew! I mean... it /is/ a supernatural romance even though it’s not SPN. 

[kessilylewel]

Almost finished, 5 more illustrations and I’m done.

[kessilylewel]

All kinds of stuff is going on!

I plan to start using my Tumblr account more because I’ve got lots of stuff to share. I am 5 illustrations away from finishing a book of Femdomme illustrations and my first novel is being published with a tentative date of June 16th! Those who know me from Twitter or have browsed through my blog kind of have an idea of my interests. I am not what you’d call Safe for Work and that’s not going to change any time soon.