R. Eric

I'll try again. My computer is still not fixed. I type and I am suddenly taken to another site. I come back and what I wrote is gone. (sigh) What I write should be a narration. Like the beginning of the Waltons. I write what I hear. That voice didn't say what you wrote. If you hear "wanna come?" I know you know the question was, "Do you want to come with me?" It's understood. I write what was said. Who uses proper English with friends? I thought it was a single space between words and two between sentences. That's what they said in school. Before cell phones and personal computers, remember?

Oh, come on. Foreign aid? Everybody knows that just like Texas, California thinks they are a separate country. There is the North and the South. Separate countries. I get nervous every time when I post. From chapter one of book one until now. I worry. Will they like it? Am I holding their interest? I know on that day when I do what everyone does, I'll have written. I have a writing style!! I had an editor once. We last one chapter. I write. For what I need an editor for, is it spelling, Grammar...what? I write what I see and hear. I really do hear a voice in my head. I've struggled with keeping my sanity since I lost...everything. Even as a child, there is a sub-vocal voice that speaks to me. We all have them. It wasn't you, but what were the errors I need an editor for?

Because we are!

Get Off, Damn it!! Homeward Bound: Part Four “No,” I grinned, “We shouldn't just wait for supper.” I did touch his midsection. “That would be a problem to become lazy if we make it a habit.” We didn't do much. I led him back up the stairs, but to the Media Room. Naturally, it had an amazing set up with pay television, cinema, and shows from around the world. That giant monitor was huge! Three-dimensional plasma television with access to any country's networks. This was dangerou

Yea, yea, but you got what I did there? I was a man-eating word tamer!!!

And there isn't one now. I removed it a few hours ago! Feeling the need to write again. I was serious. I thought a single chapter and done. But nnoooo I barely got it contained! (The sound of a whip, the roar of a lion as dagger-like claws "whooshes" past me...barely.) "Back, Simba. Back!!"

I had to take a break from all this. Many, many have put St. Nickolas and Santa unto one person. St. Nicholas is only Russian Orthodox church in Asheville. I was four. I wasn't Russian Orthodox. I have a tiny bit of Russian in me. My real grandmother's mother. When I heard someone say the name, I asked if they were the ones that started the whole Santa thing. And the Santa Claus will be a classic. Number three, I didn't like. Three yawns in five minutes? I'm going to bed.

Homeward Bound Part Three It wasn't long after that we heard a bell. I swear I never heard it before. Not here. It had the same metal clanging sound of boats I often heard on boats docked in a marina. “What the Hell was that!?” I looked, but you didn't expect me to see a bell. The people in the audio departments can be proud of themselves. That ring was so real. Mercea rose instantly, "Yea! We're through the canal!" He started to hurry down the hall but stopped. "Thank you

Sorry, I should have responded quicker. Then specter of my husband's death is approaching. He'll have been gone three years. I was once one of the guys outside, looking in. I was looking for a Daddy. It was a strange sensation when I found I was now being looked at as a target. I needed help! I couldn't discuss it with my father. Fr ed and then there Emmette. In the story Damaged, I told about a real Human Being. Fred Delamura. I was in love! He was what I said with huge arms and strong as a Grizzly Bear! Just as big, too. Emmette! I called him Uncle Emmette because he was a good friend of my father. Yes, he was a preacher, too. Only, before that he was a cop!! He towered over me and my father. He was another beautiful Human Being. The ease he had with his masculinity, he was a strong presence just standing there!!! I added what he did to the character, too. He wouldn't stop talking, but rested his arms around my shoulders finishing his conversation. He never yelled. He was a Daddy, Fred was a Daddy and now, I'm the Daddy!! I say it a lot. We are fine! If just one perouson finally gets it and understands there is nothing wrong with you. Oh, in my story North Meets South, the part where the father, my father, begins to accept me and Tony...that was totally fiction! I did that for me.

And until it cam be proven or disproved it's all theory. Even I said in the story that human sexuality was far too complex for a simple cause and effect. Finding the research was...so...comforting for me. My first positive telling me we are ALL normal. I wasn't evil or possessed. It takes a lifetime to even begin grasp how things work. It my case, that's why I went into the field of Psychiatry and Psychology. To find out what I am and how to deal with it. There's no quick answers. I've said it before. Droughtquake has has a right to be absolutely wrong!!! And where have you been, young man? I was starting to worry. Love you!!!

I absolutely agree. Getting that Daddy feeling happen is sweet. The problem is, now I'm the Daddy. I wanted a hero. The longest affair for me was a certain detective in Vegas was employed to protect me from mobsters and organized criminals. Then we had to go into Witness Protection relocated to Boston so he could still be his own boss and I can proudly say, I am the only person who knows his first name.

Homeward Bound Part Two We entered the canal again and I didn’t want to witness it again. The appeal was gone. It wasn't a novelty anymore. Peter and I didn't have to hide while we went through the canal, but the idea of seeing those rock walls of the canal changed my mind. I wasn't a scared y-cat...I think. I faced the President, didn't I? And her homophobic Vice-President. We spent time in the secluded library. “There you are!” Mercea's voice had the sound of relief as if he

I have had some stories for decades! Preachers' Sons is about thirty or more years old. It predates my marriage. GA gave me a place to write it out and share it. Life ends, but as I live the story never ends. There's always something after. Blueblood was a single vampire story. As I said exiting many movie theaters, "Then what happens?" I already have the Junior year bouncing in my head. I've been around a while. I have a lot of ideas. The story will continue.

Homeward Bound Part One "I can keep a secret!” I protested to Yuri. “I was sleeping a real prince for months before anyone found out. These three have proven can be trusted. I haven't sensed I can’t with any of them.” Peter nodded smiling smugly at Yuri, “He had you figured out long ago.” “Don't worry,” Pano assured. “We're not telling anyone.” Barry nodded. “Right, Dad?” Edger should win awards for his acting abilities, “Tell who about what?” “I guess,” Pano sp

Delayed Royalty is Never Late Rolph did gather himself enough to tell us what happened. It isn't a cure, but it did settle his nerves; a shot of whiskey. Yuri was beside him and finally asked him, “Can you tell us what happened? It might be important. They left the club just minutes before the shooting.” Rolph nodded, “They had just come out. Then all three of them began threatening the few men outside,” He said. “There were just two out there at the time. The three of t

No, he isn't. Would you believe it if I said I agonized over Gizmo? Really. I made him "cute" kind of. I try to keep my writings pro-living, pro-loving and pro-commitment. If I tell you this, I tell everybody, but Cosmo's recovery will have some rocky moments. I ain't done. I fall in love with my characters. I don't want them to die.

Remember Gizmo?

Keeping Vigil It's like I've said before, knowing it could or would happen and having it happen were separate things. Alec and Mercer were standing next to us. Alec was so close I could the voice coming through his earbud, but not enough to make what was said. I wanted to go help Cosmo. He had been stabbed and it looked bad. That was all we had been told. I tried to take comfort in that Mikell didn't say Cosmo was killed. I looked at Yuri who was looking...well...blank. He had no

Big Friends Part Two I was excited to once again see our friends. We knew how to get there and what was possible if we did. Communication wasn't hard, but it was in the air. I mean, the signals were out there and the more we did, the more they had to possibly crack and find out where we were planning to be and with whom. The cloak and dagger life lost its pizazz damned quick. It was better in movies and television. There was nothing we could do but keep ourselves and other

And my comment was also informative. I considered them. Don't sell the idea short. Hydrofoils are expensive. That would not be a problem for the Consortium who would see the cost as an investment and would use one if they'd known. You "suggested" something that became a whole third of Cinderfella Two. The Creids? Now, another tingle about this story. I got sleepy, so I didn't reply earlier. I will go back to bed after this reply. The Mustang is the only place it can be safely driven. He couldn't drive in Boston.

Yes, they are. There are a few. I thought of them. However, how many do you normally see? The Charleston Harbor has none. In a marina how many do you see among the boats and ships. They are specialty vessels crafted to do just that. Go fast on water. They are what? One among a hundred? There are hovercraft too. They are used commercially in several countries. The Duchess is a cutting edge ship. I even wrote about the one in Australia that goes nearly 70 miles an hour. You have to think of water displacement. Hydrofoils don't displace that much water and hovercraft displaces no water to travel at higYh speeds. They exist, but are not common and not used by the pirates. I took you there and you saw what I told you was there. One more time. I have the rudder. Me. The story goes where I say it does. You have given me something to consider later, but Makarovia really doesn't do much on the water. This was the only one so far. But you know you haven't see the last of the Duchess. The Consortium might use one later, or even the pirate. That will be in the next book. Luv ya!

Big Friends Part One Makarovia truly was doing some things no other country would do. Peter's and my wedding was just one example as the marriage was accepted. Now, we had another situation where a woman was to give birth to a king's child. That was not usual. Kings often had children outside of their marriage. In the past a king sometimes came by after the child was born and what he did spoke volumes. If he even picked up the baby, he was acknowledging that he was the father. I

No. Wrong. Error. It will not be secret. It would be to give child status. Helga refused because it was too late. The wedding will be done so legally they have the foundation. No one will be able to challenge it. No one in Makarovia would...No! I'm not telling you or I write the story here. I have the rudder. We go where I say. I will say, it's everybody's reactions that are the story. They will face the music. They will tell the truth! P.S I put this in knowing you'd be awake. I could barely wait for your comment.

Morals “I've gotten a commonality with our friends.” I smiled with a nod. Peter smiled. “Okay, what is it?” “They all do something they love.” I pointed out. “Boris and Henri love to cook.” I waved at the direction Luke went. “He loves the sea. Pano loves Edger, Barry, and Big. None are stressed about work. There could be problems personally, but they aren't stressed.” There were a lot of people who dreaded going to work daily. They just had jobs. They had to do it to

Last Stop Henri deserved more credit than we could give him. He really touched and you saw it in his face. We did appreciate all of the crew, Captain Agius, Earl, Gretchen, and Anita. Gretchen was good and did a hell of a job. Gretchen called her Nita. Nita was shyer than Gretchen. It was an interesting pattern I saw. All of the crew excelled at being invisible. The Captain rarely left the bridge except for meals with the crew in the Mess (the crew dining area?). The Count