Man, it's taking me a long time to reply to these comments because of the formatting issues. Sorry.
Yes, Connor reminds me of Tobyn a bit too, and yeah, he was quicker to see the light than our Tobyn was. Every once in a while we need these laidback chapters. This is a time for Kellar and Tobyn to catch a breath and relax while they plan. Thanks, Terry, and cheers!
Happy Sunday, all!
So, my new western has been proofed and is ready to be submitted to the anthology... I just need to go over it one more time to ensure I'm happy with the 'western' flow and the 'western' speak. If you like my westerns, look for it in September. I'm back in the saddle. Meet, Virgil....
As I've said this story arc was meant for something else, and while I decided to include Connor and Hugh in this book, I did not include the entire arc.
You're right about the earth mother: she must have something to do with the timing of his healings. In my opinion, she has been nurturing this special race for millennia, and it must have been disappointing when they closed ranks and gave up on finding mates. She holds no grudges though, and she has given shifters Tobyn and Kellar to get them back on track. Cheers!
I know what you mean. I don't even try to reply until the glitch passes. The Hugh/Connor chapters make me happy. I just reread this one, and was right back into their dilemma. I don't usually change plans, but I did in this case. This was never meant to be in this book... it was for a potential Book Two, but I am so glad I included it here. When I reread, every chapter seems like the first time for me. Cheers and thanks, buddy.
A single weed can have beauty, but when they mass it can be ugly, with the community soil given over to this torrent of bitter anger. Hatred feeds on hatred, and that is where the world finds itself. A garden that cannot be tended with the goal of the better good.
Absolutely wonderful sonnet, Parker. We all need to be thoughtful gardeners. Cheers!
I had the vet come out to check my mare. She has a scratched cornea. Two hundred dollars to find out I'm doing everything right. It was worth it for peace of mind. When the ointment I was using runs out, I switch to eye drops because she had no ointment. Six times a day I have to put the drops in her eye. All by myself... sigh....
She hates me fiddling with her eye and tries to keep it squeezed shut.