Or, a wrench in the works... What am I talking about? Well... one of my readers, Rudi suggested that I become part of the Patreon Universe. Now, I have to admit that getting paid for what I write would be fantastic. (I have a small mundane freelancing job, but 5 cent a word isn't cutting… Continue reading A Sabot in the Thought Process
As you may or may not notice, I'm beginning to change things up. I've begun to edit stories and replace the multi chapter versions with one entire version. Patience is the first one. I have a few stories that may be an issue, but I will deal with them as best I can. Still not… Continue reading Changes
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” “Well, I’m a bit nervous, but he seems to be looking forward to a bit of fun. Plus the doctor said I was doing fine.” Lynne looked down at Quin’s cock, which was standing tall and proud beneath the sheet. She smiled. It had been a rough couple… Continue reading Nerves
Yes, life went to hell in that handbasket again. I am soooo tired of that! Life got way too busy, I got sick, then Himself got sick. Then I 'killed/lost' three computers in a row. 😦 Luckily, I didn't lose any writings. So, now it's February! The muse is pounding at the door, so I… Continue reading Well, that didn’t go to plan.
Okay... Life has been Rough. Crazy. Insane. Every time I think I have a chance to write, life crabs me sideway. Well... A few days ago, my mom passed away in her sleep. We were doing in home hospice care, so we knew that the end was near. In her own way, she told us … Continue reading New Beginnings!
Conventions The flight from Ronald Reagan Airport touched down at O'Hare in Chicago just as the sun set. Greg was exhausted. The conference in D.C. had been exciting and intense. He swore that they'd paced three weeks of information, visits and dinners in three days. He and Marcie jostled with the other passengers to get… Continue reading Conventions
( 9) France, July 1977 Andre stood in the doorway to the courtyard. He watched as people moved around the farm. Children played in the garden, running between rows of onions and carrots. He could smell dinner cooking, glad to note that it was Elsa cooking, and not Anias. That woman could burn water. “All… Continue reading Riddles in the Wind (9) & (10)