R. Eric

CINDERFELLA 3: Life Continues Twelve years! In the next few days...six when we celebrate our anniversary. Twelve years ago, Christian and I came to Blethos, and I chose from King Alexander’s family and made a choice. Marry them to make them Queen. What I wanted was to find a good man. We would be married legally. I heard about kingdoms in the past doing that for the alliance. Yes, yes, you know that. I’m just reminding you. I met Seth. He was kind from the first seconds of meeting. At

Seth's and Erik's life changed as the world moved on.

I'm telling you I posted the wrong one, I explained to tonyr

You'll have to read it again tomorrow. I have a virus on my computer that really is a problem. Malware. I labored for a day to get rid of it a post. The correct one will go up in the afternoon. I promise, when I used the other computer it had problems like shutting down for no reason. I finally borrowed Hobie's laptop and it was a chore seeing those dark keys I got it in! The wrong one. Check about 2pm.

oChristmas: Part Two The afternoon came and it was dinner time we took my Bronco. My Bronco had the roof for the tree. Don’t worry about scratching the paint. We had a cloth to put down on the roof under the tree. The tree won’t scratch the paint. Before we left, I saw David putting Alik’s jacket on. “Where we go last, it will be cold. You have your gloves in your pockets?” Alik nodded and pulled each a little to show him. “Good!” David kissed him on the forehead and ro

Sure I use VA, I see then once a month. Corrected the errors. Good Night.

Sorry, typing is more difficult now. I'll correct it.

Christmas, Part One Sasha came home with Alik who ran to Tony and me hugging us happily and asked us. “You are going yell at me again today?” Sasha’s eyebrows rose slightly. “You want them to yell at you?” Sasha asked. “Why?” “Sure,” Alik smiled looking at his father, “it’s how they express love. They only yell for no reason with people they really love.” Sasha chuckled. “Okay. Ты знаешь, что делать. Вы можете насладиться хорошим русским ужином, когда папа Давид получи

You must be a Вундеркинд. A prodigy.

Not yet. I always wait to rush stops.

We arrived before Sasha had returned from getting Alik from school. It wasn’t long before the door opened and the two came in. “Hi, Uncle Tony…Hi, Uncle Mitch!” He said happily and rushed over, dug in his bookbag and brought one a piece of paper. “Look! I got an A!” We looked. It had been a math test. Numbers are numbers. Well, how they write in some countries like the seven with the line in the middle or some put a line through the zero to show it’s a number and not the letter O. Wha

I tell you, I haven't felt this urge to write...since just before Daniel died. Obsessed!

Yes, yes, I saw some of those and proof reading again. I'm correcting.

After Uncle JC said to stop, it did stop, but the three uncles didn’t stop with their hard stares. Tony and I weren’t bothered by the hard stares. Neither were David and Sasha. Alik was really enjoying playing as more and more cousins near his age arrived. More playmates! I was also pleased to see him not use the translator. David came up beside me. “Do you think Sasha and I should marry in Boston, too?” “I think you should marry legally.” I brighten smiling at him throwing my arm arou

Updating what did. Tasha spoke almost no English. I explained to Security I needed to go in as a translator. I even asked if any of them spoke Russian at all. She shook her head. I was allowed.

While proofing some things...I made a lot of errors...and I could see better then! Oh, well. ‘Common sense is not common.’ Yes, someone did say that. ME!!! Many times. Whether someone else said it and more famous. I don't know. I've said that since 1975!

Keep reading. This is an unusual kingdom. The answers come.

As I said to Droughtquake, I'd sooner quit breathing than quit writing. I've been through some hard stuff recently. I'm not getting the inspiration I had gotten in the past. What's eating at me, is a story left unfinished.

Yes, yes...but you're missing it. Errors. I hate them. Here I am, taking down this road with some wonderful scenery and then "wham!" A pothole. I can't stand them. I read and reread and correct as needed. These past few years have been devastating. I lost Daniel, who is Tony, Colin, Brad, Ben, Seth, to cancer March 31, 2018. Even before he died, I wrote. I have since I was eight years old. Throwing my pen away because I couldn't write fast enough. I taught myself to type on Dad's old Royal Typewriter. I had to unlearn that when I started classes to learn to type. I wrote as a form of therapy for myself. Each time I got an epiphany I wrote about it. Working it out in my head in a way that made sense to me. I shared my stories with a friend. She loved it. That was Preachers' Sons. The only story where the love interest was not Daniel. I found GA. I submitted a story and they took off!! I was stunned. I was Sally Field saying when she got the Oscar, "You like me. You really like me!!" Dealing with Daniel's illness was hard and I wrote to keep my sanity. I told Daniel. "Where's the money?" He asked. "I don't write for the money, Daniel. I write because I have something to say and present it in form that will make it a pleasure to read." Keeping them to myself makes no sense. I submitted Cinderfella. Where was our fairy tale? We needed one. Cinderella guided the minds and hearts of little girls for a long time. Where is our fairy tale?? I created one. I had to write a sequel. Blueblood was a means to make Daniel a vampire so he wouldn't die. I made him a prince, even a future king, but North Meets South is more real. Things said and done were real. Daniel did survive the attack on the World Trade Center. He was born in New York, he was raised in Queens. I am from the South. He really didn't give up his seat in the pew at Church. I really did love him and he loved me. There are errors and I know that. I want guys to seek Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Now! Love! These stories I want to go on even after I die. I feel that will be not long now. I will see Daniel again. I have to finish North Meets South. He tried so hard to stay alive. He was an amazing man. I want the world to know that. Yes, point out the errors! I need them gone, but...did you like what you read? Tell me that, too. I'm home again from the hospital. I had a bunch of comments to go through. I want more than a correction. What did you think? These stories are my babies. I'm protective. I am also proud of them. Tell me what you think! Eric

What???

Is it?

Thank you. Okay, there are many mistakes. I admitted that before and will again. Other than the story structure, as in spelling errors and grammatical errors. What do you think about the contents? You must at least like them as you keep reading. I am right brained, you are left brained. My stories are written like the spoken word. My telling you what happened. I write what I hear.

We all have options. It's not my fault you don't have good taste.

I'm not either. In my stories I am frequently the hero. My love interest saves me, I save him. Who wouldn't love to rescued by someone that would do ANYTHING to get you back?

And who doesn't want that? I'm back!!! Things are looking up! Man, there are many reviews I need to go through!!!