LittleBuddhaTW

Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it. There are a total of 45 chapters, so we're nearing the end. I'm currently writing the sequel and am on Chapter 13 of 45. I'm hoping it will be done by the first quarter of 2026 (fingers crossed). In the meantime, I have another novel debuting later this month, as soon as SFTF is done, called Medellin, which will have 30 chapters (plus a prologue and an epilogue) and is a very different type of story from Swing With the Fences. I hope you'll check it out and give it a chance! It's my most "personal" story so far, in a certain sense.

Yes, that will be addressed, of course.

I asked this question in Chapter 40, but it got kind of lost in the deluge of comments, so I'll ask again here. So, I'm in the midst of writing the sequel to Swing for the Fences, titled Swing for the Fences: Stealing Home. I'm on Chapter 13 of 45 right now. At the moment, I'm writing a chapter about some of the boys sneaking off campus in the middle of the night, where they may get up to some mischief. There will be some similar chapters with Book 1, such as celebrating Halloween, the Fourth of July, attending a football game (it's Christian's senior year), and weekends home. And, there will be a lot of brand-new things for Nick and the boys to get up to. My outline is mostly complete for all 45 chapters, but there's always room for some changes and additions or deletions at this stage in the writing process, and the outline isn't 100% set in stone yet. As a reader, what kinds of things would you like to see the boys get up to in your ideal version of the sequel? This is your chance to maybe have some impact on what will be in Stealing Home, which I'm hoping to have ready around the first quarter of 2026. No requests for more sex or particular fetishes, or anything like that, please. That's not what the novel is focused on.

I got my chance the next morning. The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee and yesterday’s bacon grease – the kind of lazy Saturday-morning smell that made me want to curl up in a blanket and never move again. Jonah was already there, hunched over the counter in his sleep shorts, hair sticking out at every possible angle like he’d been electrocuted. He was pouring himself what could only be described as a comically illegal bowl of Fruit Loops. I swear he must’ve dumped half the box into that o

They're in a town in south-center (is that a thing?) Michigan, about two hours northwest of Detroit. The town is fictional (I've never even named it). That's a definite possibility. Mackinac Island is a great idea. I went there with my grandmother when I was a kid, and I LOVED it. I was thinking of Boblo Island Amusement Park, another favorite childhood place, but I learned that it has since shut down. 😞 Cedar Point isn't out of the question, even though it's in Ohio. Of course, a summer camping trip in the Upper Peninsula could be fine (I've never done that, but would love to). I'm also thinking of stuff they can get up to in school, since that's where they spend the majority of their time. I've already got them sneaking out (and sneaking in) to a live show in a bar, as well as a chapter on the tradition of "pranking" culture (and dares, and other similar activities). There are just so many possibilities, sometimes it's hard to narrow them down! I'm trying to work in a homophobia arc (something they didn't really have to worry about in Book 1, but that's been a little difficult to figure out how to handle). There's also the issue of serious drug problems in many prep schools/boarding schools, and that could be addressed. Imagine Nick on cocaine or Adderall! lol

So, I'm in the midst of writing the sequel to Swing for the Fences, titled Swing for the Fences: Stealing Home. I'm on Chapter 13 of 45 right now. At the moment, I'm writing a chapter about some of the boys sneaking off campus in the middle of the night, where they may get up to some mischief. There will be some similar chapters with Book 1, such as celebrating Halloween, the Fourth of July, attending a football game (it's Christian's senior year), and weekends home. And, there will be a lot of brand-new things for Nick and the boys to get up to. My outline is mostly complete for all 45 chapters, but there's always room for some changes and additions or deletions at this stage in the writing process, and the outline isn't 100% set in stone yet. As a reader, what kinds of things would you like to see the boys get up to in your ideal version of the sequel? This is your chance to maybe have some impact on what will be in Stealing Home, which I'm hoping to have ready around the first quarter of 2026.

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Yes, I believe there were some major changes to the website around that time, and that got a lot of dates changed on the older stories. You'd have to ask Myr to be sure. I was writing mainly in 2005-2006 or so, around the time DomLuka stopped writing (one of the greatest gay story authors ever, in my opinion). When I stopped writing was when I was in the middle of moving back to the United States from Asia, where I'd been living for some years, then quickly ended up with a full-time corporate job, and just didn't really have the time or energy for it anymore. Now, I only work part-time and have a lot more time to devote to writing and no other real hobbies to speak of, so I figured I'd give it a try again, and it's been fun. I plan to keep doing it until it isn't fun anymore.

20 years, my friend. Sometimes life just gets in the way.

Some of you may want to check out the updated story page for When I See You Again -- it's status has also been changed from "abandoned" to "temporary hold." In fact, all of my story pages have been updated, with some featuring revised/improved loglines. All now have book covers, and I've updated the genres and tags to be more comprehensive. Even the short stories, which I hope to do more of to keep myself on my toes while I'm slogging through these long novels (speaking of which, I'm now writing the last scene in Chapter 12 for Stealing Home, so somewhere around 25% finished with the first draft).

There will be a "definitive" diagnosis before the novel is finished. I won't say whether you're right or wrong. I will only say that I think the final diagnosis fits. No personal experience with something like this, nor did I have any experience with (or even know anyone like) Connor and what he went through in Someday Out of the Blue. I just get ideas in my head, usually when I lie down at night to get ready to sleep. It's just like a concept or a snippet of a scene flashes in my mind, and then I'll try to consciously build a story around it and see if it works out in my head or not. If it works in my head, I'll write down a summary of the story, maybe a paragraph or so, and then build from there. It was one of those moments I had that led me to feel like I could eventually complete When I See You Again. I saw a scene in my mind, thought of a little backstory, and wrote it down so I'll remember when I get around to actually start prepping and writing it. Everyone has their own weird little processes and muses. Elton John, of course, doesn't write lyrics. His songwriting partner, Bernie Taupin doesn't write music. Bernie writes the lyrics like a poem first, then gives the lyrics to Elton, who, when he sees them, almost immediately imagines a melody in his head. No one else writes like that. It's just their way. I imagine most authors are the same. The problem comes when you have so many ideas, but it takes such a damn long time to write a novel, not like writing a 5-minute pop song! Medellin is probably my most "personal" story, even though I have no "personal experience" with the story that unfolds in the novel, only with the place where it happens, but a lot of what I saw and felt and experienced when I first came here certainly comes through to an extent. For example, the main character in Medellin hates arepas. They're basically the Colombian version of a tortilla. I detest them, too. But it's with those kinds of little things where the similarities end.

I think this horse has been beaten to death, so I will reserve any further comment on this subject. ☺️

Jack had been home from the hospital for about ten days now, and it had not been easy. Physically, he seemed fine – at least if you didn’t look too closely. His color was back, he’d gained a couple of pounds, and he wasn’t collapsing into himself anymore. He was eating again (though getting him to eat was a chore), sleeping (thanks to the meds), and even scrolling on his phone sometimes. He sent one awkward message to the group chat when he got out of the hospital: “Still alive. Sorry to di

If you haven't seen it yet, please check out my Halloween-inspired short story here on Gay Authors, "The Boy Who Hunts Ghosts (...And Kisses Them)." https://gayauthors.org/story/littlebuddhatw/the-boy-who-hunts-ghosts-and-kisses-them/1 I wrote it in only a few days, but it was a quick and fun write, and I hope some people enjoy it! 👻🪦🎃 Happy Halloween to all!

Act I: “Ghosts Don’t Flirt…Right?” Halloween descended on Crestmoor Academy like a spell whispered under breath. Every corner of the ancient campus seemed dipped in October gloom. The ivy-cloaked buildings hunched against the wind like old men guarding secrets. Trees shook loose their dying leaves, which skittered across cobblestones in a dry rattle that sounded like skeletal fingers applauding mischief. The sky itself looked bruised, as if daylight had been in a fight and lost. Eli Re

A lonely gay teen joins a ghost-hunting club to get closer to his crush, only to fall in love with the ghost of a boy murdered at his school—and must uncover the truth behind the death before the past kills again.

Yeah, but it would easily be worth the trip, between seeing one of the most stunningly beautiful places in the world (I literally watch the sunset over the Andes Mountains every evening) and the AMAZINGLY beautiful and friendly young men down here. I hope my new novel, Medellín, will paint that picture for everyone so they'll want to come here (coming in late November 2025!). To paraphrase Anthony Bourdain (one of my absolute greatest heroes), when he first visited Colombia, he couldn't believe that places this beautiful could exist and that not everyone would want to live there (here).

Thank you for your extremely kind words! I dabbled with writing fiction about 20 years ago, for about a year, then took a 20-year hiatus, and have been at it again for the past several months. But I've always been a writer, it's what I do for a living (not fiction, though), so I guess you can say I've been a "writer" of all kinds of stuff since I was able to start writing. I love it (and reading, too). It's really a life-long pursuit/hobby, and keeps me off the streets and out of trouble! I do it for fun and for the feedback/discussions. I highly doubt I'd ever become a professional fiction writer, or want to. I like the community aspect of it here and the interaction.

Well, it's awfully easy to bribe my dog with food of any kind, but unfortunately, he doesn't know how to use a computer (yet). I have many ... ummm ... "friends," but none of them speak English, and I don't think any of them know I write, so you'd have to learn Spanish first in order to speak with them (after finding them ... and that's difficult, since there are sooooooo many good-looking guys in Medellin, and my friends mostly don't live in the "safe" parts of the city ... yeah, I kind of have a thing for the cute "thug" boys), then explain to them about the novel, then get past the armed security guards (no one gets in without showing their ID and a phone call approval from me), then they'd have to crack my computer password (btw, none of them are very good with computers), and then you'd be all set. Or, you could just wait until, I believe, November 18th, when Chapter 45 is supposed to be released.

Absolutely. It's up to Jack now, and Chapter 45 isn't "The End."

My only association with the "drug trade" is picking up my prescriptions for high blood pressure and cholesterol! 😁 But I do have some friends and many acquaintances who have been involved, in some way. It's almost impossible not to be, especially if you're in the lower classes (which most are). My ex father-in-law was a rural peasant who was kidnapped by the FARC (Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, the former biggest Communist insurgency group) and forced to farm coca plants (precursor to cocaine). He later received a settlement from the government as a "displaced person due to the violence" that came as a result of the peace accords of several years back. We're in a very "precarious" position (the country, not me) right now because of actions the U.S. has taken recently (cutting off all aid) as well as a presidential election happening next May which is expected to be very contentious, and possibly bloody. One potential candidate (I think his name was Miguel Uribe?) was assassinated not long ago. But anyway, those are more discussions for when I start posting Medellín, and a lot of that type of stuff gets brought up in great detail.

I would just note that, according to Chapter 16, when Nick saw Jack's back, he saw "welts," which are basically elongated bruises or "stripe bruises." They typically disappear in 1-3 weeks. It was smart of Nick to take those photos. They likely wouldn't be noticeable during a medical exam that many months later. Chapter 38 addresses that the family agreed to basically "let sleeping dogs lie" with Jack's parents as long as they didn't try to do anything else to harm them or Jack. It's very difficult not to respond to some of these comments, though I usually try very to hold back!

Definitely read Medellín when it comes out next month. The city itself is as much of a character in the novel as the boys are (although it's still filled with lots of Colombian guapitos). It's a fascinating place, both unimaginably beautiful and terrifyingly dangerous (depending on where in the city you go and when).

I live in a walled compound in a suburb of Medellín, Colombia, with armed guards (with shotguns) continuously patrolling the perimeter, and a police sub-station right around the corner. My neighborhood is also controlled and "protected" by La Oficina de Envigado, established by Don Berna (now in prison in the U.S., but the cartel is still one of the biggest in the city), which is the direct descendant of Pablo Escobar's Medellín Cartel. So, if you can get past all that, and my dog, then maybe you've earned the last few chapters. 😁

Tommy and I stepped out onto the porch, the morning air already warming with that sticky humidity that promised thunderstorms by dinner. Mr. Bojangles let out one lazy bark from inside before collapsing back into his bed like, You guys handle it – I’m retired. “I really don’t know what got into him,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “That was… the complete opposite of who Jack is.” Tommy tipped the last of his pop can back, crushed it casually in one hand, and shrugged. “Don’t swea