K.C.

Ron, I've re-read some stories and even though I know the ending they are still pack a punch. There were several parts that I was so emotionally drained after writing them. It was hard writing it as a screenplay, with having to picture it in my mind. I've had a few comments about my writing being very visual and I think that comes from screenplay writing. I thought that some people would be so upset over killing Tanner that they would abandon the story. I got lots of PM and emails from readers that weren't GA members. I was overwhelming. I couldn't believe that something I wrote touched people so deeply. I hid under the bed for a day or two but after talking to a bunch of readers who encouraged me to continue I pressed on

Thanks Lisa and Ishwar! I'm glad you liked it. Mann, my Mom loved to read. It was a special bond between the 2 of us. I had found my first erotic novel stashed under her bed when I was a kid. She was an amazing editor. (she wouldn't let me slide just cause I'm the baby of the family)

Wouldn't you be disappointed if the mystery was gone?? What if it turned out to stand for something boring like Karl Carl

Since both of our families have been having major personal issues, we've decided to go away over Easter to avoid family all together. Just the 3 of us. I can't wait. New Q: What is your favorite spring activity? (If spring ever gets here...It's snowing outside right now )

I published a story that had lots of online chats/emails/texts between the main characters. I wasn't sure how to write it when I was starting out, but my publisher and editor helped me figure it out. Here is an excerpt from the published book and what we came up with. I hope it helps. The rest of the trolls in the chatroom faded away. Percy didn’t even notice their words or silly emoticons, all he saw was MaxTheMagnificent. After polite conversation for a few minutes, Max pinged Percy into a private chat. He was suddenly nervous. Laughing at himself, he couldn’t understand why Max had this instant effect on him. Maybe it was the fact they were actually talking. All of Percy’s previous encounters with men had been purely physical…with Max, it was different. Max: Binx? Hey? Are you still there? Snapping back to reality, Percy noticed he was daydreaming about Max while chatting online with him. Binx: Sorry, I’m still here. Max: Where did you go? Binx: Nowhere, I got lost in my thoughts for a moment. Max: What were you thinking about? If it’s juicy you better dish!

Check out my story, Shepherds Crook that will be featured for the March Can't Stop Reading GA Blog https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/258/entry-14384-csr-story-selection-shepherds-crook/ Join in the conversation Tomorrow March 31st for a LIVE online chat with me from 8pm-10pm EST. KC

LOL- I forgot that I had written something this week

OMG Bacon? I love Bacon!!!

OMG, one of my all time favorites!!

Thanks Gene, I won't turn down hugs. Even after this many years, some memories are still very painful.

Very bittersweet. I hate to remember yet I can't forget. Thanks for reading.

Thanks Jammi, yes, some very vivid and hard hitting memories to deal with. Thank you!

Wipe your tears! I don't want to make anyone sad! But I will accept hugs. Thanks for reading.

I'm sorry Nos, I didn't want to upset anyone. It was just my wait to try and fight through some bad memories that keep tugging at me.

I've heard people say the bad memories fade away, but my childhood was such a mix of emotions. Thanks for reading, Percy.

Thanks for reading Lisa. I've been using my writing as therapy.

Thanks. I can't believe it's been 2 years since Mom died. The memories are getting the best of me

This is NOT a story! This is part of my Writing Therapy. I really don’t recommend anyone reading it. It’s rubbish and probably should be deleted.

Memories are tricky things. I remember one rainy day playing hide & seek in the house. I remember you lifting me up to hide on the top shelf of the wardrobe. The older kids couldn’t find me. I remember your laughter. It was our secret. I also remember you getting angry one day when I lost my gym socks. I remember you beating me until I couldn’t walk. The older kids didn’t try to save me. I remember missing school for the next two days. I remember finding pills with names I

snakes

JoAnn, How about a story with Mann and me???