Topher Lydon

Not till they tear the pen from your cold dead hands. One author to another, even if it's a word a day, a sentence, anything. Do not give it up. My health failed me and I lost ten years. But I fought and got it back, and that is something I won't give up as long as I can. Retirement from active writing is fine, but don't give it up. I feel you, I hear you, I am just telling you, your gift is worth the fight. If you have to, I understand and support you, but if you can fight, do so.

Too true, but he gets there in the end. Even if it's in through the back window, after hours, with Tez giving him a boost. Now you might also be missing your stereo, but hey it was gone when Riley got there... honest guv.

Kier is afraid he will hurt Riley, as Lee pointed out. He's aggressive, and Riley is too important to him. It's a weird display of his form of care for Riley. Riley for his part is confused by it.

too late

Two men enter, one man leaves.

Thanks. It's riddled with grammar and spelling mistakes, it was published without an editor... different time, and I published this originally on Nifty so very very long ago.

There is something special about this one. Always will be for me. I want to go back over it, clean it up. But I am afraid to touch it. It's a little... sacred to me.

so final tally for Carter's Campagin 167000 words 35 Chapters 1 Election Enough twists to keep you guessing. I am going to go fall down now. That was a lot of work and I am very tired. remember: Vote Carter.

He needed something to shift the tectonic plate that has been holding him down. He couldn't move it on his own.

They have been a catalyst, no matter what happens, who goes where, and what the romantic outcome, they've started each other down a road to healing. Finn's facing demons, and Garrett is learning to look outside of his own misery. So no matter what, there's that for them.

Hey I promised a Grady vs Harding duel. Should get... sticky (enjoys the very intentional, very apt pun) I blame @Seraph28 his fault.

So #teamKyle or #teamFinn ? :: sits back with pop corn::

Kyle's a top! And Garrett's just had the other half of the Epiphany Now he's got to choose between the two boys. One who has loved him for years. and One who bites

Chapter Eight: Safety Valves The Diagnostic Lydia’s apartment wasn't a fortress of gloom; it was a controlled detonation of aesthetic. A velvet-draped bomb site where good taste came to die gloriously. The air didn't smell of sandalwood; it smelled of Nag Champa, spite, and the ghost of a hundred discontinued lipstick shades. Finn sat on the chaise like a Victorian orphan waiting for a diagnosis of consumption. He held the pretzels like they might sprout fangs. Lydia didn

It's taken two books, over two hundred thousand words But Will and Andrew are back in the same room, at the same time, alone with each other. I've had some moments in writing that have resonated with me, some that have had me emotional writing them. Some moments have been truly worth the writing journey. Some that change my view on this as a passage to art. We writers are cruel things, we put our characters through hell sometimes because a story has to have challenge, tests, and moments so that when these reunions happen, when they finally get that chance to just lay all the plot aside, and the damage, and the wounds... and can just... Sorry needed to share this moment :: wobbly smiles :: shh I'm going to have another coffee, excuse this old man his vanity.

He tries stamping on it, but it is a cockroach made of rubber... And Ben's family is rather too fond of the disruptive "New Boyfriend" for Ben to just murder him. Things do not go Ben's way. At all.

unfortunately for Ben, so can Riley.

So there might or might not be a sequel That might or might not be about Riley That might or might not feature Ben's hunt for Kier. It might or might not have 13 chapters written already and growing. I mean... well... I was having fun.

A good lawyer and keeping his mouth shut. The shop pantomime creates reasonable doubt for Kier, it does not incriminate Ben.

Oh, he is still, very much, in control

Good morning. one more to go.

Chapter Twenty: The King of Spades The air in Harrisons Department Store was a conditioned tomb, smelling of polished brass, new carpet, and the cloying, desperate sweetness of a hundred sampled perfumes. It was a cathedral of false wants, and today, Kieran Varys was its dark priest, moving through the nave with a purpose that had nothing to do with purchase. He moved like he was haunting the place. He didn't see the glittering counters of Cosmetics, the rainbow chaos of the Scarf Hal