I'm at the Garlic Farm truck stop in Gilroy today. I delivered a load of cardboard to a box manufacturer earlier this morning. Later to night I'm going upt the road a few miles to pick up a load that has to be in Portland tomorrow night.

It's been a quiet day of doing a little work on the laptop. I'm working on the story for the Winter Anthology, tentatively titled either "Walkabout" or "Through the Door." It's about two friends, one who knows he's gay and one who very much wants to be gay because he's madly in love with his friend to the point where he is willing to give up a certain future just to be with his friend.

Yesterday, I got Chapter 5 of Tim and the Corsair put up on eFiction. This one is basically just sex. I think Sharon said it quite succintly, "Randy little buggers, aren't they." Don't you just love someone who can say a whole lot in just five words.

The next chapter has a naughty doctor in it, but he's not as naughty as the doctor in The Pastel Cowboy. This one gets my seal of approval (for whatever that's worth). Actually, Geoff ends up being the naughty one, but we all know he's a sex fiend anyway.

I've been watching my post count. Yes, I am concerned that I don't post all that much, but I am new to this and don't have a lot of time to be online. What concerns me is I am now one month away from my 1st Anniversary and I still haven't broken through the 100 post barrier. Pathetic, isn't it!