R. Eric

Thanks. Now, please go to Blueblood The World, go to chapter Faggots and remove your explanation of Faggots. I want the reader to read on to find out what that is. Americans will be scratching their heads. It's a minor thing but a little fun suspense. Please.

No!!! Delete what they are!!! Too soon! I did it on purpose. I tell the reader later. I know what they are. Most Americans don't what the Hell they are. Delete. Delete. Delete.

I get that. I would have a scene in a story and rushed to get it down on computer. I admitted and will admit, I make tons of mistakes. I was more concerned about the story. I view such errors, misspellings, grammar errors and wrong tenses to be "potholes on the road of the journey" i want to take you. It distracts from the flow. I know! Slow down. I am. Kevin who is one of you Brits, didn't say but a few words. I just don't want what I write to be so cerebral. My characters aren't Rhodes Scholars and speak like it. I hope I wrote as one with Kevin who is a British doctor from Chelsea right in Blueblood 5. Potentially stuffy, but not really. Why am I thinking that's you too?

Yeah, well Ida had served the family for years. Her familiar "Lady" was to prevent confusion. Christian and Ella were Majesties. Some slack was cut. Either way, I changed it.

Done Nooo! Why would they think that? (That was a little sarcastic. There were times...

The message to the other vampires out there went out and I knew there would be resistance saying this was bunk and impossible, but I had not expected so many would be welcoming. It just took a day or so before we were getting messages from around the world. There were a lot more vampires out there than any of us realized. George, Colin, Ruben, Mark and I were looking at the number of replies we’d gotten and were watching as the number grew. These groups were isolated, but the program Stan used w

Yuri I went to see Iustina, Repetate and Ralph as it was about sunset. Entering, I carried their needed blood and looked at them as they slept. As with many people, even the scary ones, they were much less threatening as they slept. I had gotten used to their appearance a while ago. They had a look of innocence when asleep. Sleep. If that was what it was. I didn't dream when I was a full vampire. Then again, I didn't always remember dreams when I was fully human before the venom

I'm having writer's block and getting some of the stories ready to publish. Mom said, "If you have trouble with one story, write something else. I intend to complete them all. My muse just isn't talking right now. I'll do it. I swear. ERIC

And you know I like scents. I believe I've had my first person comments often speak about it. Erik, Mitch, Devon....It's real!

Just got in. I won't stand on podium, but smell produce a synapse. The synapse goes to where our olfactory centers the the brain. Impulses. A person who has lost a sense will have the other four enhanced to compensate. I did it with Toby. He can't hear but he sees things in more detail that we would. Dyami is blind and hears better and yes, his sense of smell is greater. The spirits that are communicating him want Dyami to know what's being said. A dog and a cat can smell when someone is dying. Dogs are trained to sense seizures in people and get them to sit down. What sense are they using? Chemicals are released in our bodies creating an odor. Cats are better than dogs! They just don't have 50,000 years of breeding and conditioning dogs have. I'm through with my lecture. Hi, Kev!!!

Dyami This new Native said his name to Chitto. The unusual names were common. His name was He-lush-ka. Chitto smiled at us. “That means fighter.” He spoke some more to Chitto. From what I heard, it was clear they spoke different languages, but similar enough to get some of what each was saying. As when we were given those diapers which in Blethos were called nappies. You understood what it meant by the context of the sentence. “He-lush-ka is taking us to his village.” Chi

The Dissatisfied We did what I said we would. We set up camp and started a fire. In spite of what I wanted they were on my mind all night. Never has Toby just completely disobeyed either Seth or me. And Thomas! As much as I understood his feelings, he was the Crown Prince. He was to be king. Recently, I had been impressed at how mature Thomas was, but now? I vowed to be calm when we spoke in the morning. For now, I couldn't even look at them! Their age difference was surprising. Toby w

I'm just saying. I remember that scene and have seen it a hundred times now? For all you know, Tawa is a Sith!

No Chewbacca "Tarzan" yell?

The Unexpected The heated water did the trick to a point. By the end of the day I would be bruised from my shoulder to elbow and from my armpit down to my naval on the left side . We left the subterranean baths. I was almost pain free until I used my left arm...or was touched...or someone touched me there. I told myself what I told everyone else, it would heal. At breakfast, I saw Delta and her three at the table. I also saw a room I hadn't before last time. It was smaller th

My aim was to present "what could have happened." If nothing else, if you are Asian, African, white, gay, straight or in between. We're all just PEOPLE! No difference. What would have happened if we approached those in New England with respect and not looked down our noses? If we remember that we were shown how to survive in the new world by the very people that were oppressed and enslaved later. WE ARE THE SAME. Chitto is in the remainder of the story.

A Journey Is One Step at a Time Neither of our sons liked hearing this and began to protest. “No!” Christian said sharper and firmer than I had ever heard him. The volume didn't affect Toby, but he reacted to the jump Thomas had. “There is no discussion. You don't go.” Max waited a few seconds for things to settle and then said. “Okay.” He looked at all of us. “We'll go to Royal Valley and head out to Creid.” Chitto shook his head. “That will take weeks.” I put my hand

Boys, you know I've said it before. Play nice!

Chitto Part three We slept in both Harjo's and Chitto's homes. Naturally, Chitto insisted Seth and I stay with him. Thomas, Toby and Delbert did, too. There was not a lot of difference in the two homes. The cushions we slept on were large and flat. Basically a fat mattress on the ground, but they were very comfortable. It was like when the guard Matt came from the Blethos Palace after the measles incident and he and Seth spent some of that night together because they were friends.

You're right. They will have to then. They'll figure it out. They're smart.

Yes, you did. However, the question of if they perfected locks was what I referred to. There was no need to. Blocking water was a problem. They couldn't catch malaria like they did in Panama. They figured it out. Still love me?

In Florida or lower Georgia? I don't recall any mountains there. There are a lot of swamps, but no mountains.

Chitto Part two In the morning we went down for breakfast. Again, it was getting crowded at the manor. The kitchen table was full. Grace was there as usual cooking and supervising what was being cooked by others. There was a shiny brass urn there for the coffee now. Seth only looked surprised a second at the new urn and got his precious coffee. “Mom, we are going on a trip today,” he told her. “We'll be gone a week or more. It could be a month.” Her eyes widened. “Those men

Unfortunately, there is nothing they can do. It's permeant. I'm doing all I can to keep what little I have. If I couldn't write, I would probably not be alive. I've done it all my life. I know there are ways to do it even if I am totally blind. That would take even longer to get back to writing. I write for me, but I share with others and I get pleasure if people like it. (Said to be my wiseass self) Not exciting!? There is some exciting things. There are battles and other things. There is some coming. But, yes, this and the other stories are about romance and devotion. Two standing together against the odds. The straights have enjoyed Cinderella for years. I just thought we, the alternated lifestyles, had our own. This story is less about the fairy tale and more about what can happen to the characters. Cinderella and Prince Charming had a life beyond the fairy tale. His would be a king and she would be a queen. How did they handle these roles? Was she a good queen? I just decided to write about Prince Charming's brother. No one said he was an only child. I just hope people enjoy them and see we're all the same. Gay, straight, bisexual....everyone!

Mark, I've reread this and reread this. This has got to be the most compassionate thing you're said to me or about me or you.. Thank you. You are the greatest friend. The best I have online. I love you mister. Never doubt that.