Jeff Burton

Well that's what he gets for getting his cousin killed. Yes I'm still mad.

It's totally needed. Please don't read this if you can't handle it.

Yep. Unfortunately I do. Didn't have to dig far to get it either, which is tragic in it's own right.

Funny enough this almost became my entry to the "Secret Author" event. Thankfully it was too long and I couldn't get it done in time.

Yeah that's because it's in Chapter 2. Thankfully the damage is short but it's still bad.

Chapter 2 is much, much worse. But this is a short story I'm almost done with it. Chapter 3 and onwards is about healing, or trying too. But yeah, the next one is bad. Horribly bad. So again I apologize in advance.

I'm finally going live with this one. Sorry it took so long.

When a voicemail arrives, Simon is forced to confront not only the wreckage of a love that lit up his world and nearly destroyed it, but he must also confront his own sins born from his inability to come to terms. What follows is a haunting, intimate descent through denial, addiction, and the lies we cling to when there's nothing else left. And the brutal strength it takes to finally let go. This isn't a love story. It's a story of what survives after.

The voice notification was still sitting there on my screen. 1 New Voicemail. I hadn’t listened to it. Wouldn’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Instead, I was halfway through a bottle of something cheap and mean, cradling it like it had answers. It didn’t. But it burned going down, and that was close enough. My apartment smelled like last week’s bad decisions and the ones I hadn’t made yet. The air was stale, cigarettes, spilled whiskey, leftover weed and sweat. You know, ambiance.

It's my job mate. It's what I signed up for so you're kinda stuck with me now.

Yep that was intended 😂 your welcome mate!

I do it too, so you aren't alone. There's something to be said about the old Soviet approach of just lining people up and having them shot. Some people just need to go Sinclair and Enrico are at the top of this list. Sir Mason Dafaq can go too lol.

Oof congrats mate, one less thing to worry about aye? Poor Andrew, at least he has something to direct his frustration at now, a silly little thing like zip ties isn't going to keep him still for long lol.

Well it is titled Carter's Breach. Okay I'll stop now. 😂

It's a gift. The terrorists may have wrecked the Acheron's stern but WIll is going to wreck Andrew's. And no lube because Andrew almost died, those are the rules. Damn now I totally get how they detox from all of this lmao.

Will has a paddle in case little Andrew "salutes" indoors.

Oh oh oh a little role play action. A little game of "Sink the Sub."

Yeah it's the Navy. They don't swish indoors. I wonder if in the back of Will and Andrew's mind they wonder if they'll ever reach a point in their lives where the worst thing that happens is someone burned the mac & cheese.

If they try it I'm switching their coffee to decaf. Yes I fight dirty.

Carter's Order sounds great. And I need your monkeys to whip my monkey's so I can actually get something done.

It's really just the way it is. I read something Valkyrie wrote a while back and it did the same thing, and his take was pretty much the same as yours. I personally don't think it's bad, and I mean yeah 'sucks that it happened' but at the same time it does help connect with the story and the character. I think I'm beyond dwelling on it at any rate. So if anything I can tell people 'yep you nailed that one pretty much on the head,' which you've done so far. One day I'll basically write me in a story, but I'm afraid to commit because I don't want certain people to accidently read it and get the wrong idea. Then again maybe they should.

This made me think back to when I was that age and forced to integrate into new surroundings like that. I remember it was either the first or second night, I was literally pacing in circles because I didn't know what I should be doing. I didn't fit in the routine. It wasn't familiar, it didn't even smell familiar. I can still remember that smell, I can feel the weight of the humidity, the stillness of the air, sound of the wind chime on the porch, the way my ears rang a little because it was so quiet. The shadows, the echoes, even how soft the carpet was. I think really it was probably a little terrifying now that I think about it. Pacing in circles not sure if there was supposed to be tears, screaming, anything but the choked silence that existed instead. It was pure survival mode, don't make noise, don't disturb others, don't make a mess. Be invisible, move silently and whatever you do, don't show that you were falling apart on the inside. Funny how that operating mode still applies to this day.

Yeah I got distracted by the GA Secret Authors Event plus a bunch of other reading. I've got updates coming soon to the three recent stories once I get caught up. Can't give a date because I've got like half a dozen doc files open and I just rotate between what my muse wants me to write but I'll be back on track hopefully later this week.

You are actually correct. I know soon with me could mean a 1yr wait but I'm honestly trying to avoid that. So here is my now not so secret plans. This story is about to end. It is Book 1 of what I've determined is going to a series of how-many-books-i-dont-know-yet. Josh's story is honestly really complex and I can't do it Justice with one book, so I'm going to wrap up the current subplot that's the most glaring thing that needs to be fixed and we'll move on. Completion will give me a brief reprieve from it so I can finish Just Maybe and get further into Im Gay: A Nifty Story. Plus finish my emotional piece I haven't finished writing yet. The idea is to get my open projects whittled down a little so I can get into Encrypted 2: I have no idea what to call this yet. Honestly I could use some caffeine and probably a prescription for Adderall.

It's coming soon.