I think I try too hard to do things I don't know how to do. I recently decided that I hate reading high school stories and was ready to try something new for myself. I wanted to write something adult oriented, but not tragic or anything with a moral lesson. I just wanted it to involve two adult males living their lives who happened to meet.

I guess my problem is that I don't have anything to reference. Most of my fiction stories come from my imagination, one where I tell myself the story and then work on it later on. I've honestly never stopped to consider what a casual meeting between two adults who hook up later on entails. So in other words, I'm stuck.

I've been reading Jake's Hand by Rec and while I love the story, I have to say that I'm really jealous of him for being able to write something so perfectly in tune with what I want to be able to write. Two guys who meet and forge a relationship. I get the same feeling of envy when I read something by Jack Scribe, because I can't seem to capture that certain something his stories have. Maybe I never will, but I definitely plan on trying.

To that end, I'm currently working on a story just like that. No one's seen it yet, and unless I like the end result of the first chapter, no one ever will. It can't just be some trashy story that anyone can find on Nifty, but it can't bore people either. My other project, Journey Back to The Yellow House is on the back burner for now, too. I have to get myself better organized and figure out where I want that story to go and how it'll end.

I still plan on writing a sequel to Staking My Claim, and of course What's The Difference will continue, but after that, you'll probably see a major change in the genre of my stories.