Mikiesboy

Doggo is gone home but will be back on Saturday for an overnight and then the following Friday. I may be on call to go and walk him in the afternoon. Seems his mom cracked her kneecap on the leg with the replacement. She's limping pretty bad and the doc said to stay off it for a month.. and go back in 3 months if it still hurts. geez.

Yeah, you don't know what has shaped people. Some cry, some cannot, some do so alone. We are so quick to judge and decide. Someone suggested i write about my life...don't worry i'm not going to because i can't. I've written a bit about it through the eyes of others. Spent years in therapy because of it, and people still say i should move on. Pull up my socks, be a man. I'm better than i was, but you simply cannot just forget things altogether, and you cannot forget your pain or those you loved. Time rounds the sharp edges down, support from people who care about you helps if you can lean on them. I think that's the most important thing and often the hardest thing...to reach out for someone's hand. To tell them...say it out loud, that helps the most. Tell the Universe.

Happy Tuesday. Today we will find out if we are keeping the dog a bit longer or he's going home. We are supposed to have some major rain later today and overnight... north of us is supposed to get freezing rain and north of them, snow. I'll take the rain tyvm. I need a salad. So, i'm off to the store to buy stuff. Hope everyone has a great day.

i love readers comments. I think they shared the truck. I also think that i didn't think of that because, i don't drive (i'd kill myself or someone else) and i'm used to having a single vehicle. Thanks for this comment. It's something to consider for future stories.

hunky plumber... sadly all the plumbers i've met are not so hunky, but Lonnie deserves one. And i often think, after a loved one passes, the expectation by many is to not talk about them again. How awful. I cannot imagine never speaking of people i loved. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Philippe. 💛

i watch Holmes on Homes reruns on YouTube... while i love Mike, my fav is Frank the electrician.. i heard he passed away, sadly. Lonnie's parents, yeah. Lots more of them to come too. Love the helicopter thing. LOL I'm glad you like it ... life is like that, right. Good and bad all in the mix.

Best of luck, Gary. I know you can do it.

Thanks. I've been having conversations with myself in writing about whatever i'm writing. It seems to help. LOL I'm glad you're able to make some time to write.

Thanks, Gary. I'm not interested in writing children in a sexual way. I've written some sex scenes, but i find it challenging to do and sort of weird. I hope your latest story is coming along, and you're happy with it.

Time is a great healer, you're right. It's hard, though. 🧡

Yes, Lonnie's grief seems to be controlling him at the moment. He's making some impulsive choices right now. To me, he was a man trying to cling on to reality, but not doing so in perhaps the best way. Thank you for your wonderful comments.

This part.. and the next with Keve were weird to write... hopefully i'll remember to explain further. Or you can remind me if you want to know.

Honestly, do not remember where i dug up this name. I use a number of places for names, like baby names, fantasy name generator, movie credits...But thanks for your info, always good to know.

I'm glad you're enjoying this so far and I'm glad you can feel what Lonnie does. Lots of things can happen. Maybe some that shouldn't, we'll see. Next chapter will be on Thursday.

I don't think i'd like driving a giant pickup truck. They are fun to ride in, though. We'll see what happens with Keve. Coffee is a good place to start. Thanks, chris.

Lonnie is doing his best to deal with everything... with more to come. Me, I thought it is a bit early to be dating but hey, I'm not Lonnie. Thanks, Wayne.

There we are! Healing is part of this story, for sure.

Honestly, I don't remember where i found that name. Wherever it was, mentioned it could be a first or surname. I like to use surnames as first names sometimes. I see below that Cane says it's Hungarian...

A sapling of hope, what a lovely picture that conjures up. Lonnie is trying..there is no clear path to follow, not really. He's doing his best. Thanks, Parker.

Yeah, i think you're right. I think we do tend to hide, especially now since so many are so judgmental. This story comes from the people who have passed away in my life, my mum, Danny, my father-in-law, my father. I remember a story from a colleague who was grieving the loss of their twin and were being told, basically, it's taking too long. I told her that her grief is her own and as long as she was caring for herself, how she feels is okay. Honestly, i don't think grief ever goes away, not wholly. Loss gets easier, that's all. xo

Chapter 2 The drive up to the family cottage was long but easy. Traffic was light, and I stopped before leaving the city to pick up the things Mom had asked for. I arrived around four o'clock and I once again sat in the truck after shutting down the engine. I needed a minute to wind down before seeing my parents, who are great. They have been solid for me during this most awful period of my life. Sometimes I just wish they’d stop trying so hard. Every silence didn’t need filling.

I've had some wonderful women in my life, my mom, my mother-in-law, a good friend and my online friend/editor. I don't understand why women are treated differently/badly. Humans seem to have a need to control others, rather than build them up.

Writing your way. What does that mean? We all have a method, a way of working. That's great—until we start looking at other writers who may be faster, or who we think are better or more talented. Maybe they have more education, a larger vocabulary, or simply more popularity. I recently watched a short clip from an interview between Stephen King and George R.R. Martin. Both are wildly successful writers with excellent books. In the clip, George asks King how he writes so fast. King replies that he writes six pages a day. George responds, “I thought I was doing well when I finished three chapters in six months. Maybe I'm not talented and should have been a plumber.” The other night we watched Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, which is based on The Hedge Knight by George R.R. Martin. The show was wonderful—a good story, filled with living characters and rich scenes. And it made me think. It made me a little sad that Martin was comparing himself to someone else. Stephen King and George R.R. Martin are both writers, just like apples and oranges are both fruit—but that doesn’t mean they’re really comparable. They are both talented, but in very different ways, writing very different kinds of stories. Which brings me, inevitably, to myself. I like both authors very much, but I identify more with Martin. I am slow. I cannot write six pages a day just because I think I should. I am plagued with self-doubt and often compare myself to what others are doing. I can't even guess how many times I've said I quit. I also don't write certain kinds of stories—no college boys hanging out, no coming-of-age sexual experiences, very little sex at all. Because of that, a lot of people simply aren't interested in what I write. I know all of this has likely been said before. But I'm saying it because I'm finally starting to understand something. Someone recently said: If what you do works, don't fight it. So I am learning to be okay with the writer I am. If you're a writer who doubts yourself sometimes, I hope you can learn to do the same.

Well, I don't have to like things you share, it's still interesting. And that is shameful.

I am gonna go prep my chapter for tomorrow.. i need a break from this... Too scary to listen to all of it at once.