Julia Barrett's World

Enough with the nicey nice nice posts. I’m a MILF! It’s official.

Pardon me for a moment while I paraphrase Kohelet, or as he’s known by his more common name, Ecclesiastes:

Vanity…vanity…all is vanity.

I admit it…I am as vain as they come. A couple weeks ago I headed over to Whole Foods and I got the look…in fact I got several looks…you know the head down, eyes up appraising look, the interested double take…got it from three guys having coffee in front of the store -sitting at three different tables. I called my daughter and I said, “I am so vain…I tell you, I am so fucking vain. The day I no longer get those looks is the day I hang it up. Does that sound awful?”

Like mother like daughter, she replied, “No, mom, I totally get it. I feel exactly the same way.” Thank you Jesus!

I’m not vain in the plastic surgery or makeup or short dresses or manicured nails way. Never had plastic surgery, don’t wear makeup, hardly own a dress and I bite my nails. But I am vain in the I like the attention of the opposite sex kind of way.

Follow me here…

1. Two days ago, my husband and I went out to our favorite local dive with a couple friends and I ran into a guy I used to hike with…he’s maybe ten, fifteen years my junior and hot. And married. And I like his wife. A lot. He gave me a hug and took down my new cell phone number so he could call me about going on a hike.

2. Yesterday afternoon, I had to go for a mammo because there have been some issues lately that I am not ready to discuss until I have the good word - anyway - the little Hispanic mammo tech, as she’s fitting my small breast into the machine of squish torture asks me if I have kids. Grimacing, I say, yeah, three. She replies, three kids! You are one hot mama! You are what my sons would call a MILF! I burst out laughing while she giggles and tells me to hold my breath and says - See, now it don’t hurt so much!

3. Last night, my old friend (see no. 1) sent me a text and then he called. He said - I was so happy to see you the other day! I felt like a teenager again. You look so good, I wanted to jump your bones. His words rendered me speechless, which doesn’t happen very often, but I finally said…we’re both married buddy. He said, Yeah, I know, but damn girl!

4. It’s called the stress-related don’t eat, don’t sleep, exercise excessively, along with a lot of hot, hard middle of the night lovin’ from your sweetie school of MILFing.

5. I am gloriously happily married to love of my life and the best fuck I ever had so ain’t nuthin’ ever gonna happen, but damn girl…I’m gonna enjoy my MILFing while I still got it!

In other news, my good MILF bud, Mia Watts, has a new release and if you head over to Resplendence you can pick it up along with any book you like and get a discount in the bargain - so go! Type in: Mia20 and receive 20% off your book purchase!!!

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/

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What’s between the covers?

You can’t judge a book by its cover. So says conventional wisdom. Hmm. I’m not entirely certain of that because the way I see it, readers judge a book by it’s cover all the time. Let’s face it, right or wrong, we judge pretty much everything by its appearance.

It’s best not to make assumptions. For example, yesterday I took a break from work and headed over to the local Starbucks to catch up on edits. A guy, who for all intents and purposes, appeared homeless - judging by his dress, the unkempt state of his hair and beard, and his smell, sat at a table next to mine. He carried with him a black case and a plastic grocery bag. After setting down the black case, he pulled a bag of potato chips out of the grocery bag, popped them open and began to crunch away. I assumed he wasn’t there to buy coffee, rather, he just wanted a warm place to hole up out of the rain. A few minutes later, he turned to me -

“Would you mind plugging this in for me?” he asked as he handed me the cord to his laptop. I plugged it in. “Thanks,” he said.

Over the next hour, we chatted. Who was he? A former investment banker who had lost his job, that’s who he was. He was bright, articulate, and beneath the filthy exterior, a nice man. I bought him a cup of coffee and another patron recognized him and bought him a pastry.

See?

So here’s what I think. My first impression was right and wrong. I was right in that the man was indeed homeless, but if I’d had the time to make any further assumptions, I would have been dead wrong about him. He had a whole lot more going on between his covers than I assumed.

Books are the same. I recently bought and read a book with a fabulous cover - sucker that I am - and found that I had wasted my money. But why did I buy the book? Because the cover caught my eye. Once again, my impression that the book would be great because the cover said so, was wrong.

I’m feeling lucky these days - Resplendence has given me a magnificent cover for Daughters of Persephone and I’m impatient to see the covers for my other books coming with them, not to mention my covers from Siren and Cobblestone. I hope my readers find that what’s between the covers will be every bit as good as what’s on the cover.

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The Cougar Anthology - Logical Lust

Cougars are all the rage - on the big screen, small screen, in the news, on the internet…and I guess all I can say is…it’s about time! The older man/younger woman dynamic has existed forever…now it’s our turn.

Of course, historically speaking, in some cultures it was common for younger men to be paired with older, more experienced women so that they could not only learn the social norms of sexual behavior, but so a wiser, more mature woman could manage his household. Unfortunately, our culture hasn’t placed much value on older women - as the saying goes - men grow distinguished, women just get old…one of the more disgusting sentiments I’ve ever heard - The words devalue women, dismiss our contributions to society and negate our sexuality or sexual identity.

My only personal experience as a Cougar occurred when I was nineteen years old and I dated a sixteen year old. We became great friends, working together detassling corn and hoeing soybeans one summer. He was a mature sixteen and I was between boyfriends, so…Not that we did anything other than laugh a lot. We had fun and we’ve stayed friends.

So when I saw the call from Logical-Lust asking for Cougar Stories for an anthology, I decided - What the heck! Go ahead and write one! I submitted it, sent it off, and low and behold, was informed that my story was one of twenty-three stories accepted. Yee-hah!

So click on my pages and read an excerpt from You Might Just Get It, from The Cougar Anthology, coming Valentine’s Day, 2010!

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