R. Eric

Thank you. My choice has always been love. Not the action, but the relationship of two consenting adults. I've written more graphically in some first time situations. They make love, not just fuck. I don't like fuck fiction. My characters use bad language where every other word isn't a profanity. I had love with my husband, I wish everyone looks for that connection It's priceless. And no bad mouthing men with experience.

Malta It was fun at Anchor Bay. However, a place that catered to tourists was not a good idea to eat. Prices were usually inflated and...it's just a bad idea. I don't care what country you're in or what country you're from, people are opportunists. Pirates. I meant what I said about Mercea. He was approaching that time in life between a teenager and an adult. Much of that innocence with the people in Makarovia was due to the isolation. Mercea had chosen to continue his mandatory

Do we? Then tell me what it is. I have stories to finish first. When the time comes and I am no more, I don't want to have left unfinished things, but here's the thing. As long as I have stories to finish I can't die. I've aged, but not dying yet. So, if I still have unfinished stories I'll never die!

Those of us that read have a version in our minds about a movie. The book was better. The Stand didn't follow the book either. Take Nadine. They combined characters for her. If you don't remember, check when our Hero left New York City,

Yeah, what about them? They are and reflection of life. The good and bad. We see societal norms change. A man slaps a woman a century ago was just taking charge. Even what Rhett Butler's could have been charged with sexual assault. James Bond should have been many, many times. It was the satisfied conquest that said, now those are men! Now, people see that as wrong. I could do a course on the history of the Twentieth Century on cinema and cartoons. There's history there. Don't get excited, I just got up to take medicine and check things. The medicine will help me keep writing longer.

Malta The feeling I got was that Malta was one really big city. It was just a effect really big community that was the cause! I looked at the parts of this community as we rode through. My life changed course. I was someone that was assigned duties for the office I married into. I intended to use what I learned. Not to mention all the courses in Economics I took that got me here. (Why do we say, not to mention and proceed to mention it anyway?) Back on track. Right. The goal was to e

Is that what I meant? Are you sure? Or is the computer being channeled through you? I read own my stuff for inaccuracies. I acknowledged my god tendencies. There are times the "me" speaking to you comes as preachy and I thing I know everything. A word or term used improperly brings me down a bit. In retail, you have to. Otherwise you can be selling a gallon of milk long after the expiration date. I shutter to think about that. There is hardly a thing is worst thing than soar milk. I praise your dedication, oh, blessed, left-brained one. I'm in tomorrow. Yesterday ended all right with me.

Malta I pulled Peter back a little as Mikell and the others agents discussed what to do. I was smiling the whole time I said it. “Do you need to flex or chest pound yourself?” I asked. “Roar, maybe?” He knew I wasn't angry at all. He looked at Alec. “Did I do that?” “I don't know.” I answered. “I hugged him and you hugged him after that. Have you hugged him before?” Peter thought. “I don't think so.” He frowned. “You hugged him several times yesterday and today!” I no

Yeah? This one is possessed. This is personal. It's evil, I swear!

You know all the left-brained comments are directed at you and Will, right?

No, my computer isn't fixed. (God, forgive me saying so.) Computers have tricks. I learned this one's tricks. The lack of speed is a proeblem, but I see more mistakes sooner. I still see them, but I take longer. Paragraphs disappears. The computer highlights it and I keep typing and "poof", "it's gone! Until I reread and know I wrote more there and have recreate it. Jumping sentences...I still want it back.

With a smaller gene pool to swim in, beggars can't be choosers. Part of the lessons Makarovia took was excepting others. Pedigrees aren't born with alone. Everyone has merit!

I just temporarily woke up. I needed my fix. I seriously get a charge from feedback. All "attaboys" are wanted and needed.

Malta We were having a good time with everyone. Including the crew of the Duchess. When Gretchen passed again, I stopped her. “You can join us.” She laughed shaking her head. “Oh, no. Thank you, but it’s a vacation for me with less testosterone. We have nice quarters and comfortable. I’ll see them at dinner.” She gave a pleased smile. “For now, peace.” She said and descended the stairs. Okay. I didn’t dislike anyone. Certainly not because of their gender. Was I a misogynist?

He is. Every single day.

Before I go to bed, that's why Henri was having difficulty explaining it. Technically, it started as a savory Korean pancake. More than an omette, not a quiche, or fretatta which Daniel argued with me about. No. No sryup. Is it a pancake? The salted and ferminted veg is there! Unique taste. I can send you the recipie!

We left Antikythera with no regrets. It had been a respite for the day and night. No one came and bothered us. I couldn’t know what shifts they had on the Duchess. It were rules for what I assumed were guidelines to understand; how employees were treated was one. There were trade unions I theorized. They were everywhere, right? Only if you hire a man belonging to one. I didn’t know. There was a time of great upheaval that shook the world when the Soviet’s called it quits. Felt the most

Oh, my God!!! A hole i one!! Unbelievable!

Sorry, Sleep got me. (What am I saying?) I'm not sorry. Writing gives me a reason to get up! A reason to be. I loved Blanche. Daniel loved Sofia ..and Dorothy. He swore Sofia acteed just like his grandmother. What American born, Ialian, Queen's raised New Yorker can't cliame that? None. Watching it was required for me to doto understan him. He could recite the dialog! By heart! When I write, it's more than a dayream. I live it, with him. Life present challenges. He's almost real. My vision will never be what it was. My computer sees his doctor Monday. I'm happy! I write all day and often all night it I want. My schedule and my rules. Like right now, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata plays as I write. It gives me purpose. If I ever can't, I'll be seeing Daniel again, which I plan not to do now. I have unfinished stories! I can't have that.

Antikythera Cookout Part Two Alec looked at me seriously. Then looked away. “You don’t want to hear this.” He said with dejection. “I don’t?” I asked. “My friend is telling me some personal things. I do want to hear it if you want to share.” I touched his arm and he didn’t have the reflex he had earlier. “I’ll listen.” “Why?” Alec asked. “You don’t know me.” I nodded. “That’s why we’re talking. To get to know each other. You don’t know me either.” I said. “I’m listening.”

OH, MY GOD!!! I can't believe I did that. Forgive me, Sir That was a stupid mistake. My only excuse was is I wrote all day, I'd just written about Olek and he was on my mind...there's no excuse, just a reason. Forgive me, Master! Don't beat me. I love you.

I know.

Read the next chapter I'm writing now and find out.

Antikythera Cookout Part One It wasn’t fair. Peter and I had a great time. The guys looked to be having a good time as well, but they were working. The four inside had drinks that they hardly touched. Still seemingly together, but watching everyone. Now that we were back on the Duchess, we went to bed? No. It wasn’t fair. Now, there was really no hurry to get up. We even left word for Henri we didn’t know what time. It was approximately four hundred kilometers. That’s two hundred and fif

I just woke up after writing ALL DAY!!! I want people to read, like and feel free to comment what they feel. I wrote all my life. What I felt the first time I let someone read one, I was so nervous. They were going to see that I'm not always sane. Even gay! Now, I can't wait them to read and comment. I can always count you even before I look. I know it will be there. Comment! Give me a reason to get up. I don't write for just me any more. Guess what? I'M GAY!!! (Don't tell anyone.)