The G. M. Os. has come down to the last chapter. The cycle of the story has come around to a point close to the beginning as far as relationships go. All I have to do now is write it. No, there is no block. It’s just a matter of tidying up and giving any possible continuation of the story a jumping off point.

My dreams last night were very troubling. There were images from my childhood and family and friends. The scenes were very different, but they had a familiarity to them that was unsettling.

Then this morning when I took Rambo out for his first in the morning potty trip (it seems to be my job to take him out, as Daddy stays in bed until Rambo comes back in), there was a brisk wind coming down from the Cascades and the sound of it swishing through our two fir trees reminded me of the fir tree that used to be in the backyard of the house where I grew up. It was a remembrance of things past and I think that is what I’m beginning to feel about Chapter 25.

I have a character who entered the story at year one of age five (in The G.M.Os. that would equal fourteen years old) and now he is age 20. In the previous chapter (24) he had to deal with a family death and the opportunity of a life time. Now, he is doing what he never dreamed he would do in his childhood as he was eclipsed in abilities by his twin sister, but he will be given a chance to love another man, a chance to adopt, and a chance to live his life to the fullest.

Unfortunately, sometimes I don’t let my characters have happy lives. I give them adversity and a real risk of untimely death. I think a lot of that comes from my own life, which in remembrance is something that was not happy at all. Though, and my cousin keeps stressing this, there were happy times. When you’re raised in shit sometimes you don’t recognize the smell until much later. Of course, it didn’t help that I was crazier than a loon and queerier than a three dollar bill.

So, that’s where I am now. I have a boy who in an earlier chapter (18) was very endearing, a beautiful little boy who had a problem. Well, he had two problems, one serious, one not so serious. Now, everything is peachy keen, but is it? We’ll just have to see. He’s such a nice character, has all the attributes of a character who deserves the best storyline, but, well there is always a but. We’ll just have to see how it turns out. If does turn sour, maybe I won’t let him die, but give him life while the world around him crumbles into dust. That would give him another chapter; or, just another book. Have to see.

In the meantime, Rambo wants to go out and run around a bit. Then I’ll take a little nap or at least rest my eyes. They’ve been giving me a bit of trouble lately.