What do I Need to Know Today?

“Today expect something good to happen to you no matter what occurred yesterday. Realize the past no longer holds you captive. It can only continue to hurt you if you hold on to it. Let the past go. A simply abundant world awaits. (January 11)”

― Sarah Breathnach, Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy

“What do I need to know today?” It’s a deceptively simple question, but it’s one that can help focus your mind AND get what’s needed done.

“What do I need to know” can include:

  • What’s on the shopping list?
  • How do I get up and face the day when I feel like crap?
  • What’s missing from that character arc?
  • Where did I put my left shoe?
  • Do they make vibrators that can be controlled from across the world? (Spoiler alert, yes, they do!)
  • Where do I want my business to go, and what can I do to make it grow?

The list’s honestly endless, but the very act of making it helps focus your mind.

If you’re anything like me, then your morning looks like this:

You get up, wonder why you’re awake, stumble out of bed, and make a beeline for the coffee. You then stand there, blinking in the harsh light of reality and are hit with the overwhelming feeling that there’s TOO MUCH TO DO! And that you’d rather be zoning out in front of YouTube, playing a video game or writing one of your 29 personal stories that you swore you’d get around to one day.

Then, you plod over to your computer and… What? What do you choose? Do you open up the game? Do you ‘allow’ yourself 20 minutes of YouTube while secretly knowing that it’ll turn into two hours and that half your morning will disappear? Or do you ask yourself that question?

What do I need to know today?

If you focus your mind on knowledge, then action will inevitably follow. Without action, you can not obtain knowledge, and once the knowledge has been acquired, a sense of accomplishment follows.

You can always acquire knowledge, whether it be simple or complex; and if you seek it daily, you will always grow.

Julia X

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Meditations 7: Erotica is Awesome!

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

—  Charles Baudelaire, 1821-1867, French poet

You know what’s great? Sex. You know what’s even better? Yes, that’s right, sex with a plot!

It’s why I love what I do, and it’s why I adore working with people to bring their fantasies to life. I get to know characters and world’s that I’d never have imagined myself, and I get to talk to interesting people as well as learn something new each day.

Sex and sexuality are at the core of everything we do, be it working out at the gym, learning to become a chef or designing a great work of art, it’s all, in the end, an effort to be attractive and find a mate. Yes, that it’s not all about that, but, deep down, it’s what drives us forward, and I want to embrace that.

I don’t want you to feel ashamed of your desires. I want to celebrate them with you.

I want to hear about your characters and what lies at the core of your story, and I want you to end up with a tale that not only turns you on, but that fulfils your need for a connection as well.

I want to bring your characters to life. I want to make them exist within a world that not only feels real, but that you can fully immerse yourself in.

It doesn’t matter how wacky the premise, or how ‘weird’ the kink – seriously, it’s not weird, but that’s a discussion for another day – I’m here for you.

From biker harem to fancy feet and Femdom, I’ve written it all. Each world was different, each character had their own backstory and each customer left with a smile on their face (and a happy situation in their pants).

I want to celebrate who you are and what makes you unique, because your fantasies deserve it. You deserve it and your desires matter.

If you’re curious about what I charge, then click here to find out. And if you already know what you want, then I’d love to hear from you.

Whether you’re looking for a short story, script or audio, I’ll look forward to finding out what kind of fantasies you have and what kind of tale you’d like me to spin.

If you’d like to see a sample of my work and your particular kink isn’t already up on my site, then sling me an email! julia.rivers.writes@gmail.com is always open!

Julia X

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Meditations 6: I Embraced the Day and This is Why You Should Too

“Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.”

― Abraham Lincoln

It’s been nearly a week since my Fiverr account was unceremoniously deleted, and I lost £2000 worth of work, and today, my glorious readers, I woke up happy for the first time in months.

On the face of it, happiness should be something off in my far, far distant future. My father has a fatal brain tumour, my partner’s grandfather has terminal bone cancer, and I’ve lost the primary source of my income and all the exposure that comes with it. On top of that, I’m on medications that make it almost impossible for me to eat more than a handful of food at a time.

On paper, it’s not a good time for me.

Yet still, this morning, I woke up with a smile on my face and a fuzzy cat nuzzling beside me. I listened to the birds singing out of my window and felt the sun shining on my face.

I was at peace.

There, at that moment, I had let go of fear and embraced the now. I was happy, and no one could take that from me.

I wasn’t afraid because there was nothing to fear. The future hadn’t happened yet, and living in an imaginary scenario served me no purpose. The present was what mattered. The present was where I was living, and the present was what I was in charge of.

I have no control over what will happen to my family, friends, loved ones or strangers, but I do have control over myself.

Now that I am no longer entrusting the future of my business to an outside entity, I’m more confident than ever in its success. I know that I am the best at what I do, and I have hundreds of testimonials to prove it. I’m on the journey of a lifetime, and I intend to live it my way, here with you, right now, and you can too.

Take a deep breath, look around you and find one thing, just one, that makes you marvel. Whether it be the fact that a tiny little ant can scale a wall a thousand times its size or that you can hold a device that has more information in it than has ever been accessible to one human throughout the entire course of our history, just stop and take a moment to truly appreciate it.

We all have a finite amount of time. We all will end, but in that, there is glory. For if everything is infinite, then noting truly matters.

You exist in the now. You’re here reading this, and that is a beautiful thing.

YOU are in charge of your fate. YOU hold the key to your happiness, and YOU have the ability to unlock it.

Now, I’m going to go and write porn; what’re you going to do with your day?

Julia X

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Meditations 5: Just Move

Stop doing what you’re able to do and figure out what you were made to do – then do lots of that. 

— Bob Goff

Sounds great, doesn’t it? We get to spend our lives in constant bliss doing what we love each and every day! We get to dance in the flowerbeds of our minds and celebrate the fact that we’re doing what we were made to do! What could be better? What could possibly be wrong with this picture if we’re doing what we were meant to do?

Well, for starters, it’s complete fiction. Not the finding out what you were meant to do part, no, that’s fine. It’s the assumption – that isn’t in that quote – that people attach to the wrong idea.

Just because you’re doing what you love doesn’t mean you’ll be blissfully happy. It doesn’t mean that you’re never going to get ill or get snowed under with so many things to do that you want to SCREAM!

Ideals are all fine and dandy as long as you acknowledge the difference between fantasy and reality. You will never always be happy, you will never have perfect health all of the time, and you will resent your work in one way or another at some point. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t good work, that you aren’t going to produce something that you’re proud of and that’s worthy of being put forth into the world.

We can not change what has happened, only learn from it. We can not know what the future holds, but we can deal with the now.

Right now, I’m sick as all hell. I’ve had very little sleep, but I know that what I do with my day is under my control. All I have to do is press one key at a time, take one little step forward in each moment, and I will have lived up to my potential. I know what I am capable of, and I know what I can and can not do today. It is my choice to move forward and advance my life, no one else’s, and therefore, the buck starts and ends with me.

I choose to move forward, I choose who I am, and I choose how I am going to live, one day at a time, every day, for the rest of my life.

That, my dear friends, is true freedom.

You always have the power to choose. No one can take that from you, so decide to advance your goals a little bit every day and see for yourself what you’re capable of when you try.

Julia X

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Meditations 4: The Power of…Routines?

“The Japanese do not need grandiose motivational frameworks to keep going, but rely more on the little rituals in their daily routines.”

― Ken Mogi, Awakening Your Ikigai: How the Japanese Wake Up to Joy and Purpose Every Day

Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up, open your eyes and just go, ‘NOPE’? That was me today. I rolled over and went back to sleep, blessedly ignoring the world outside of my dreams. It was clear that my body needed the rest – I’ve had a very stressful week – but when I finally got up, I was COMPLETELY out of whack.

I wandered around the room, staring at the walls and blinking in the light from the window, wondering what the hell I was doing. It wasn’t until I remembered that this was, technically, my morning that I got myself together.

I pottered around, doing exactly what I would typically do at eight a.m. at *cough* nearly midday, and something inside me settled. The panic that had been building over the fact that I’d ‘LOST SO MANY HOURS!’ dissipated, and I relaxed into the familiarity of my morning routine. I’m a writer; I make my own hours. If I want to work from 4 p.m. until midnight, I can! If I’m feeling like getting up super early, I can join the 5 a.m. writers club and honk that early-morning horn to my heart’s content. The time doesn’t matter; it’s what you do with it that counts.

Routine (or, if you like, ritual) helps set your brain into the correct mindset for productivity, and that’s its power. We don’t know what’s going to happen to us throughout the day, but we do know what we can do with our now.

Julia X

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Meditations 3: My Spartans

“He who sweats more in training bleeds less in war.”

– Spartan Creed

The modern-day equivalent is less dramatic but equally true: Practice makes perfect.

However, we must also remember to not ‘Let perfect become the enemy of good’. We NEED to fuck up. We need to sweat. We need to fall, again and again, and again, bloodying our knees and bruising our ego’s so that we learn that fucking up is NOT the end.

We wouldn’t expect a child to be perfect the first time they rode a bike, so why do we expect ourselves to produce a masterpiece the first time we pick up a pen?

It seems ludicrous to me, but day after day, I listen to people professing that they ‘Wish they could write’ or ‘Wish they could draw’. Each time I tell them they can, and each time they scoff. “Just because you can’t do something perfectly doesn’t mean that you can’t do it,” I tell them, and they roll their eyes and call me a pedant. What they meant was that they wished they were experts in the crafts and that they could get there without putting any effort in. When I tell them how I became good at writing or how I became good at sketching, they fling their arms up and declare that they don’t have time for that kind of thing.

Really? You don’t have time to sit down and write 300 words a day? Or do a five-minute sketch of something you see in a notebook?

In the words of Kid Kapichi and Bob Vylan in their song New England, “Is it that you can’t change, or that you won’t change?’

Nothing worth doing is ever easy, but if you sit down and write 300 words a day, every day for the next year, you’ll have a novel. If you sketch for five minutes every day, you’ll be an ‘artist’ in no time.

When you let fear of failure stop you from pursuing your dreams, you’ve already lost. But when you look it in the eye and take a step forward anyway, that is when you become the person you admire. That is when you become courageous, and that is when you succeed.

Julia X

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Meditations 2: Give me Coffee or Give me Death!

“Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.”

― Terry Pratchett, Thud!

Last night, I was so ready to write something profound. Something inspirational! Something epic. But you know what? I got nada. I woke up, looked in the mirror at the bird’s nest that is my hair, and thought, “Give me coffee or give me death.”

Melodramatic, I know. But I am in the mornings…and in the mid-days…and in the evenings…I’m just melodramatic, OK? I like to live my life as if I have a narrator; it keeps things fun.

But anyway, this got me thinking:

What do I actually need to be happy?

Not want, not crave, not “Oh, life would be kinda suckier if I didn’t have this”. No, what do I need to be happy?

The answer surprised me.

Bar the basics of food, water, shelter and clothes (so I’m not arrested) not much. But one thing that I would always seek out is a way to tell stories.

Stories have become so integral to the person I am today that I genuinely get twitchy if I go a few days without writing at least something. It doesn’t have to be an epic space battle for the survival of the planet. It could be as simple as a description of a vase that’s going to become a key plot point later. It could be the feeling of the sun rising and the light hitting your chest…and you cursing as you realise that you forgot to close the curtains, so now the neighbours can see your Johnson…again.

Stories can be as poetic, as vulgar, or as hauntingly beautiful as you like, and for me, that’s their appeal. I can be myself inside a story. I can explore my ‘dark side’ – trust me, it’s way darker than you think – I can allow myself to be that fluffy, pink-loving princess that I never was as a child – Tomboy Team Represent! – and I can be either male or female, happy or sad, cunning or cowardly; the list goes on. But my point remains, through stories, I get to explore aspects of life that would otherwise be shut off for me by the confines of my particular reality.

And. I. Love. It!

I adore imagining myself into another timeline, another universe, one where I’m free to play with the rules, fiddle with the laws and do whatever I want! I mean, who wouldn’t?

In this story, you can get the girl. In that story you can bang the MILF behind the bike sheds, and in another you can seduce the pro-footballer. You can be as kinky or vanilla as you like, and you can concentrate on the details that matter the most to you.

Into pet play? Cool! Let’s explore that! Want an entire scene described that solely focuses on spanking? Hell yeah! Let’s do it!

Stories bring me alive in a way that nothing else has, and it’s because of this that I’m making them my life’s work. If I had to do it all again, I would still choose this path, and that, my friends, is a wonderful feeling.

So, ask yourself this: What would you still strive to do if you lost it all? If your slate was wiped clean, what would you focus on today? And when you have your answer, open a new door and start putting one step in front of the other to make it a reality.

Dreams become realities when we do small things every day that move us towards them.

Well, I’ll be damned; I did manage to write something profound, after all. And I’m only 3/4 of the way through my cup!

Happy Tuesday, everyone. I hope your day is a beautiful one!

Julia X

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Meditations: 1

“It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.”

― Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Loss is something that we all must deal with during our lives and it is never pleasant. It is, however, unavoidable, which begs the question: What do we do about it?

What do we do with the time we’re given and how do we live a quote-on-quote ‘good life’?

The stoics would say that we should live a Virtuous one. The Sophists would say that we should live a Pleasurable one and the Nihilists would say, “What the hell? Nothing really matters, so do whatever the heck you want!”

All ideals have value and all are just that – ideals. We are all mortal, we are all fragile and we are ALL, every one of us, fallible.

We all fall short of these ideals every day. We chose to eat chocolate for breakfast sometimes, we chose to walk past beggars on the streets and we chose to put the bins out late. Everything we do in life is a choice – in fact, I have that very line tattooed on my arm as a reminder – and I know for a fact that this is true. But it doesn’t always feel like it is.

And that’s another issue. We have these pesky things called ’emotions’. We let them fester and brew within us, and they come out in the most unexpected ways. So on top of life, we now have to deal with our reactions to it as well!

It all seems like so much!

How the HELL are we supposed to handle everything? How’re we supposed to process having a job, a family, a life, while constantly being bombarded by thoughts and feelings, constantly reacting to everything around us and still, somehow, remain sane?

It’s an ongoing question, and one that has many many different answers, but one that I’m going to be writing about – and occasionally talking about too – in this blog.

My life has changed dramatically recently, and it will again soon, but there’s one thing that I know for sure: It will continue happening.

To bastardise Marcus Aurelius: It doesn’t matter if your life lasts seventy years, or three days, it will all end the same, so why worry?

We must make the most of the time we have.

And for me, that means spreading happiness. I want to bring joy to people’s lives and I intend to do just that in a way that I’m sure the Sophists would be proud of.

With Erotica!

This will be my daily meditation, my daily diary, my daily thought, whatever you want to call it. Some days it will be short, others it will be long, but it will always be there. Every day, for the rest of my life. This will be my take on existence.

So if you wish to join me on this journey, then subscribe and accompany me on my quest to live a full, complete and, most of all, good life.

Sex is not a sin, nor is pleasure; they’re part of the human condition just as much as movement and thought are. What happens in your head is entirely yours and you are entitled to think and imagine whatever you like. Embrace it. Explore it. And together we can make the world a better place, one orgasm at a time!

Julia

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Dear Diary: She’s not even my girlfriend!

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Day 10

Dear Diary,

Chrissy hasn’t stopped messaging me all day. Apparently her flat-mates are asking about me and she isn’t happy. You’d think they’d never seen a naked woman before, the way she’s going on.

I’ve got half a mind to go over there and barge into their rooms in my birthday suit, just so she’ll shut up. For pity’s sake, it’s just skin; they’ve all got it. I do not see what the big deal is. I looked good and I was happy. Chrissy was there too! If she really had a problem with it, then she’d’ve stopped me, surely? Why’s she making such a fuss about it? I don’t care if people know what colour my pubes are or that I’ve got a tattoo of a bunny on my thigh. She doesn’t have an issue with people seeing my elbows, so why would she have a problem with them seeing my tits? I don’t belong to her. I’m not her property! She hasn’t even asked me to be her girlfriend!

Diary, why’re people so stupid about this stuff? It’s my body. If I’m not upset about it, why’s she? None of this makes any sense. 

***

OMG She just messaged me again! Argh! I’ve told her a thousand times that I don’t care about being naked! It’s what I said that I’m bothered about, but she just isn’t getting it! She seems to think that I’ve somehow insulted her by not being upset about the fact that her flatmate jerked off to me last night! 

WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CARE ABOUT THAT? WHY? It’s his dick, not mine! He’s free to jerk off to whatever the fuck he wants! But nooo, now I’m the sicko and she’s trying to guilt-trip me into letting her stay with me tonight!
Fuck off! No! If she’s not going to apologise for calling me a damned exhibitionist slut, then she’s not staying in my bed!

Dear Diary: I think my Lecturer’s Seen my Video…

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Day 9

Dear Diary,

I think my lecturer has seen my ‘video’. She was looking at me funny in class and I can’t help but wonder. I couldn’t sit still. I kept wondering what she was thinking about when she was giving me those sideways glances. 

Was she wondering if I was ‘that girl’? Was she imagining me naked? Did she think that I was an idiot? That I’m some sort of sexual freak? That I’ve got a drugs problem?

It didn’t stop. The whole time I was sat there, oscillating between mortification and intrigue. I have no idea what the lecture was about, but I have a perfect recollection of her face. The way her glasses rested on the end of her nose as her sparkling green eyes met mine. How red her lips were when she wet them with her tongue. The exact arch of her eyebrows…

God, she’s beautiful.

***

I wonder what she thought of me? Did she like how curved my hips were, or how perfectly my tits bounced as I ran? Did she like seeing the cold water cascade off my back? Was she thinking about kissing me?

Oh, Diary, why can’t you give me the answers? I can’t sleep! All I can think about is her!