R. Eric

Gitchi As we headed back to the road we were taking, we went through a rough clearing. It was the clearing we spent the night in! “Where did the tents go?” Reese asked in disbelief. “I remember that tree just outside our tent!” Now the clearing didn’t look like anyone had ever camped there. No tents, no stove or any rubbish at all. I looked back at where we had the horses. There were no stoves at all and also looked undisturbed. “We didn’t forget anything,” I s

Oops, you're right. Changing now. I knew that, really. Abraham and Sarah said they were brother and sister and a king feel in love with her. She was beautiful. And Hagar is the mother of the Arab people. That's why there are so many, they are the children of Abraham, too. The promise was about Abraham's seed. I blame Sarah for the situation in the Middle East. She laughed when she heard the promise. I was writing from memory. Sorry.

Surprising Hospitality We concluded our meal and got ready to go to sleep. Ceto had been right, the stew was filling and kept us warm. It also made us all a little drowsy. I stopped Lukus as we were leaving, “There is a wife for you, isn’t there?” I asked carefully. Did the Children of Lilith ever become widows? Did they have illnesses? Can they get killed? When you meet regular people, a tactful inquiry was best to use with a stranger when you first meet one. “Martha?” Lukus s

Truth Time We traveled to an area that was clear of a lot of shrubberies or immature trees. There was grass that covered the area, but the sound of running water splashing down some rocky places as the water headed for a lake and the very western ocean. It was getting darker, but not late. Winter days were short and nights seemed to arrive early and last a while. What was surprising were the mini-huts made of animal skins. All the skins were the same light skin color. They looked like oblong

Thank you. I'm fine. I write what I see. I kept it straight doing three stories at a time was often confusing, I'm writing Cinderfella, but thought of Makarovia. I even posted a whole chapter to the wrong story. BUT I LOVE WRITING!!!

Confession time. He's the same person. (Gasp!) I regurgitate characters and places. (Sigh) Such as the same grand house is in Blueblood, and my Lottery stories that inspired me for years since I walked it's halls for two decades or more. I looked forward to being a guest there or working to repair decades of neglect. It's a jewel now and one I helped to restore. The house is real. Olek/Christian, Daniel and all his characters are very real. So, I lapsed a little.. I create original characters, but even they are based on real people. I hope too many bubbles weren't burst.

Now? I'm Not Ready! Two days? I thought about that part. Did Dyami mean two days traveling or simply two days? I would have preferred waiting in a warm tee-pee than in the cold. It may register higher on a mercury scale, but the farther we went, the colder it seemed. The great mountain range was now falling behind us again. Northwest. My fingers kept getting numb. I would wrap my hands and fingers in a fold of the skin wrapped around me. I even re-thought my view of Hell. Hell didn’t h

I relate to all that. I was a "nipper" then myself when it came out. Of course, I wasn't gay then. (Right. I scoff, too.) I loved that movie for more than showing just willies on screen. When I did find "gays" out there, I had trouble adjusting. A man kissing a man!? It was so alien. And me, kissing a guy where people would see!? God, no! Needless to say, I've come a long way, baby. Now I see straights as the odd ones for me. Welcome back, my second favorite Brit. Clive Owen is the first. I loved him since Privateer 2. Woof, woof and Arrooo!!!!

Okay, that makes you more gay than I am. I have trouble following Opera with the Cheat Sheet or brochure to keep up with the storyline. The meet, they suffer, and they love eternally. I'm caught up then. Daniel insisted I have my cultural studies. Opera. I loved Phantom of the Opera! (Yes, I've told you that and can sing all of Michael Crawford's part. Most of Sarah Brightman's parts, too!. I'm on Episode Three of A Very English Scandal. Hugh Grant? I almost did recognize him!! Actors don't age. Didn't he read the contract. I loved to hate him in Maurice and hate him again in Scandal. The 60s and 70s sucked to be gay. Our closets were full of them on this side of the pond, too.

Oh, yes, it most certainly is. "Everything's coming up roses and I feel lucky!" Go Ethel! Cher's fine. Bette is fine. There are gay icons everywhere! She's my first. Huge Jackman? Grrrr! Michael Weatherly! He makes me happy sitting there! Robert Urich!! "ARRROOO!" You're gay.

I just woke up...just to pee at this time. While I hate being male as old as I am; I might not appreciate any alternative. At least now I can contribute to my story. Part of the reason why I continued this, is what happened this time. Your reply is a shot in the arm, Kev! I love you, Mister. Oh, my God! Twilight AGAIN!!?!? I say again. What's so special about Bella Swan!? I can take it some if they show Charlie Swan. Personally, I think Charlie and Jake make a lovely couple Or Jake and Edward. Should I mention Harry Potter, X-Men, or The Hunger Games? Seen it, seen it, and seen it!!

The False Prophet “Never mind about that,” I said to Demetrius and Seth. “How is Wahkoowah doing this…” I wasn’t sure what to call it, “this creating a false world for you to see?” “Good question,” Dyami nodded. “He was thorough with it. Everything was complete.” He chuckled, but held his hand up, “But he didn’t count on me. My visions don’t require vision at all. Other shamans or oracles use what they’re given to see with to see things. I don’t.” “He may not know about you,” S

Readers that have forgotten Cinderfella, Cinderfella 2 and Cinderfella 3 may have to review a little. Sorry. (No, I'm not.) The Lie Toby came up behind Seth and me after breakfast. We were in a circle around a nice warm fire in a tee-pee on pillows. Whatever he was thinking about was torturing him. “Dads,” he started, but his emotions were causing our deaf son more problems speaking. “Are you still angry with me?” He had cried before, but now it came fresh again. Neither Seth nor I

I admit it. I have a problem. I don't due endings. At all. Are the characters in the story still alive? They are, then it will never end. After show movie credits or tv show credits, I always ask, "Then what happen?" I've had some setbacks, but still write. I always have and always will. As long as I can, I will write.

I know, this was a year ago, but I was getting blocked again. So, I'm doing what my husband suggested. I'm writing something else. Don't tell anyone, but I plan to go back to the chapter of each when writing. Oh, my GOD! The mistakes I made. The next chapter posted will be from this story. Was I still in shock? I don't know, but it was horrible! So, shhh! Don't tell. Eric and Seth will rise again!!

Look down.

Yep. I was checking and realized posted the wrong corrected chapter. Now, it's fixed.

Traitor? He was gaping at me in shock, “You’re throwing me out of Makarovia.” “You left Makarovia!” Peter said angrily pointing at Klaus as he approached the bars. “Your father, his father, grandfather...not one was a part of Makarovia!” I could hear the heat in Peter rise in his voice. Remember that poor pen? I touched Peter’s hand gently. “You still don’t see the cause and effect of this?” No one is that thick in the head. “You said some things that caused this an

Oops. Thank you.

Confrontation I turned to see Peter looking at me strangely. I don't know how long he had been looking, but now I was aware of his stare. “What?” I asked. Peter nodded, “You just seemed to be…” he thought carefully and said, “somewhere else. How do I say this? You were physically here, but your eyes said no one home.” I grinned, “Did they?” I shrugged a single nod, “That’s right, but...it was more than just a where, but a where and when.” Peter’s face scrunched a little, “Oka

Bingo! I am not so conceited to think I am a great writer, but I am a writer. The longer I live, I recognize my "style" is all mine and that style has matured and changed. I'm still a happy person, even during hard times, I remained happy...mostly. My vampire stories is told differently than vampire stories like Dracula, Lestat, or any other vampire stories. Cinderfella is not told as a Fairy Tale. Straight, gay, transsexual, Intersexual, bisexual, or even asexual has one thing in common. We're Human! I don't really want this to be a gay story. It's a story where many major characters are gay!! I hope someone, eventually, will read my stories and realize "okay, I'm gay. So what?" I want to save thirty to forty and fifty years of torture. Live, love and be who you are! If you don't you'll get sick!

Bless you.

Understood. Not offended, now. My intent was not to leave the story, but make all the more real. An American High School teenager becomes a prince. He isn't really and only by marriage. Helga will be as the future king's or queen's mother. There won't be until...no. I spoil it. There must be an heir, from both Eric and Peter to meet that requirement. I'll let you stew on that. I won't say more.

Damn! So much emotion about a couple of chapters? I wrote this to add depth to my character. What is his motivation? Casually mentioning some did something or said something isn't enough sometimes. What happened to make it so intense? Death played a HUGE part in my life. I'm still reacting. In my case, Dad, Mom, Grandma, and husband still effects me. There is A LOT on my mind, but I always wrote. I lost almost all of my sight because of Glaucoma and use medication daily to keep the sixty percent left in one eye. There is a cathartic purpose to write. I keep Daniels memory here. I had to or lose Daniel forever. I had several stories going at the same time to always have something to write. I made Daniel a vampire so he could not be easily killed. Not again. My going back, not quite a decade my Muse thought I should. I dealt with depression and many other things in the aftermath, including guilt. Did he really know how much I oved him? What is said in my stories, the "I Love You and I know" was really said. Was it often enough? I refuse to apologize for anything I wrote. I've not believed in Censorship of any kind since I left the Southern Baptist Church. I was surprised a few years ago when someone smart read a story and loved it. Really? Another loved the way Daniel and Bantered back and forth and thought a show should be done. That person had no connections to television so...North Meets South came. All I want is write and hopefully it will mean something to someone who'll grab it and hang on. I needed a mentor in the 1970s. I didn't know where to look. I didn't even know minorities were gay. I was practically sequestered! I will not be told where to take us on this trip. I have the steering wheel or rudder and I know where we should be...mostly...kind of. A number of readers have gone. New ones came. Mention something to me and maybe it will be there soon. The Crieds in Cinderfella, the Mines in England in Blueblood II and others came from suggestions, I have feelings. Don't hurt me.

Thank you. It wasn't my intention, but it's art when brings out emotions. There is a lot of emoting right now. Should I be concerned or relieved?