Sunday has come and about to be gone, it's a nice enough day. I have no complaints about where things stand; although, my aspirations have not been fulfilled. I guess there really isn't much to talk or write about except in my stories.

Exodus is finally getting more traction as I will probably be ready with the next half week after April 18th. The short Genesis series should hold any loyal fans over for the time being.

I am also starting to think about my older stories. I kind of surprised some people still remember and read them, despite how long they haven't been updated. I abandoned a lot of stories in my writing life, sadly. I feel bad for not giving them good homes or conclusions.

I re-read my Home is in the heart after seeing a review pop up and I remember why I wrote that story.

Truthfully about my intent, I wanted to stand out as a writer, who could approach a genre that no one ever touches in gay fiction or even normal fiction anymore. The American West was not a place of moral heroes and immoral villains as most people believe; it was a dark and ambiguous era. I thought why not touch on the little researched Mormon controlled area of Utah, where atrocities and conflict occurred between everyone from natives to settlers, religious adherents to secular practitioners, and greedy warlords to lowly farmers. I read stories about Mormon attacks on western settlers like the Mountain Meadow Massacre and my story was born.

Now I don't know if I should continue on this story, while my sci-fi story is being formed.