R. Eric

I’m writing this and I know it’s not a story, but putting in the story because he is all the stories. Daniel Anthony Vacca and I stood before each other and vowed to God and swore to Him, family and friends that we were joining not just until “death do us part,” but we vowed to be together until time itself runs out. He and I joined our lives and became one. Daniel Anthony Vacca and I, Richard Eric McQueen merged and he was not only my boyfriend, he is my best friend, constant companion, my h

April 1, 2017. My husband, Daniel Anthony Vacca died.

Yes. What about the fact it isn't quick enough? What will she do then? I almost forgot, she isn't God, so she knew something was up, but when she realizes everyone isn't dying, can you imagine her reaction?

After Terry’s acceptance and her seeing Demetrius, we then told their palace’s doctor who was older as was Dr. Warren in A’Dore, but age didn’t mean wisdom. He didn’t believe it. “Then look for yourself and see it with your own eyes, damn it!!” Sam shouted pointing at the Seer. “All I see are these things…” “We don’t have time for this!” Sam said softly as he held his own head in his hands. “Sam.” Seth said softly touching his brother’s shoulder. “No!” Sam shouted again shak

And since I'm the author, I can say...That was not fiction at all! They had the worst smelling, tasting water! It was terrible. I mean it was known, if you hadn't been drinking it all your life, you couldn't drink it. And yes, Mrs. Dixon's reminder about us only being in their house was tolerated now. I mearly reminded her things change. Even their awful tea. Be snobby to me? I don't think so.

All questions will be gotten to, I swear. Devon has a lot to learn about Colin. You know where this is going as a relationship develops, answers are coming.

Oh, I can indeed!

Finding what to do was proving a little challenging. I spend a few days not doing anything and it didn't take long before it began driving me crazy! The first day not having to get up at any particular time was great. It was nice the second day and sort of became…nowhere to be again? I’ve got to find something to do! Tony, of course, spent time with me, but he still had a job. There were clients he met with and went in a few times to meet with them and promised he’d be gone only a few minut

Are you kidding!? I was in love with Prince Charming from moment one! And Richard Madden in Cinderella made me want him more! But since he was straight and loved Cinderella, I left him alone, but though no one ever said he was an only child, I wrote about his little brother. Marriages in times past were often for alliances in royal circles. But why not have a real marriage? You are right, there aren't many if any fairy tales for us. So, I created one. My characters are men, plain and simple. Put them in Walmart with other men, you wouldn't know who was or wasn't gay until someone goes to bed with them, and I mean sex. There's nothing wrong with a guy that cross dresses or is flamboyant. But not gay men are. I even wrote in several stories that God never said a word about men marrying men. I even said in several stories there would be eleven commandments if he didn't approve. Man said it to man. Prophets wrote for men. They said it was from God, but it's hearsay. Christ said some are born unichs. We know that's impossible since unichs are made, not born. I'm not saying he lied, but he meant a man who couldn't have sex. Sex with a woman? My characters don't cruise, they aren't bar hoppers. I try to show that love, faithfulness and commitment is preferable and a GOOD THING. I found my Seth, Ben, Brad, Rain, Matt along with other characters I created, based on my husband. He is my husband. Eli was a guy we let the Church pull us apart, the story was the first I wrote during a time of personal crisis when I asked my self, what if we'd said YES to each other? Now the story North Meets South: Worlds Collide is more autobiographical. People often laughed when Daniel and I talked to each other. He was quick witted and never backed down once from me. He is a Yankee! He is Italian. He is Catholic. He's from New York. He has an accent, and people often wonder WHAT THE HELL!? It couldn't work between us, but it does. He loves me. I love him. We make it work. Events I shave in North Meets South are true....every last one. I just gave it a little more to make it readable. But the events I tell you, did happen. Every one. I invite you to read it and all the rest. I confess, I'm not a writer professionally. There are potholes in the road I lead you down sometimes, but I wrote them. Why? To keep in my drawer? I wanted to share them. Read them please. Ignore the errors you see. Enjoy the forest, don't just look at a fallen tree. I hope what you read will be enjoyable at least. I've been amazed at the reception I've gotten so far. Give my writing a chance and read them. That's why they're there. Thank you.

I forgot, my husband is also Brad and Matt in other writings. Except Preachers Son's. My husband was before Elias. That story was what if we became a couple. I know my husband and how he'd react. A writer writes what he knows. I know my husband. Makes sense, doesn't it?

Of course he is. Duh. Is also Rain, is Vincent and is a couple of Bens!! I kinda like him. Can you tell?

We began working after breakfast, which was a delight! Breakfast, I mean. This was a five-star hotel and a top-rated restaurant, so it had to be nothing but delightful. I hated grits, but I loved the shrimp and grits I got. Colin was also great to work with. He didn’t question a thing I did. Based in his suite I made calls around to places I knew did landscaping. Got pricing and what each company could and couldn’t do. We couldn’t do much more until we cleared the property of the weeds and Kudz

That's why I wrote it! To be intriguing. Why should Cinderella have all the fun? We needed a fairytale. Cinderfella 2 is a transitional story ending the fairy tale to reality more. It just came.

I know, that's where I got the idea. Let the kids die of a horrible disease! "We got rid of measles!" Wrong. To bad there's not a vaccine for ignorance.

We returned to the manor just in time for dinner, even though Garth and Bent invited us to stay….that was nice, but they had three children! If they hadn’t planned for four extra mouths to feed…no, we wouldn’t do that. Both Seth and I told them, leaving home at first light was fine, but don’t arrive that early and expect we’ll be awake. Kitty had gotten a clean bill of health from Garth and we rode back home. Toby and Dennis were feeling much better now. Seth chuckled suddenly as we rode

It was a compromise. Tony liked designer things and presenting a good image. My husband is Tony, and he was this way. I would wear the clothes he liked me to wear because it made him happy. The jeans and t-shirts are still there and I still wear them. Planning these special trips was pretty much the only time Tony insisted we do this. And he didn't really insist, but it was important to him. He rode in a pick up, which he would never do before. I was always telling him those things weren't important to me, but they were to him, so I gave in a little if it made him happy. He was proud of me as I was, but I saw that he got more from showing others he was good provider and ideal mate. That's why he bought me the Bronco. It would never have occurred to him to buy one, but because he loved me and knew that's what I wanted, he got it. I made a joke and it's still true. Tony's side of the closet takes up over three quarters of it. I have maybe a quarter. I have five pair of shoes not including my three sneakers. He has over a hundred. Say what you will, he looks good in what he wears. And he does meet with some very wealthy clients and he feels he has to show he knows what he's doing. When I am with him for a function of us, I will compromise and wear what he prefers me in. He's never demanded I do it. I do it willingly. We have a good relationship. I respect him and he respects me. I will tell you like when we first went to Europe, I limited him to two nice outfits for me and him. To a great deal, he calmed down. He didn't have to show his parents he was fine. They knew he was. Just remember, would you be more likely to buy a car from a man that didn't own one? To trust him, they had to believe he could do it. What he wore did that. Million dollar spit in the ocean. You have the best to show confidence and make them confident in you.

There was and is a lot of possibilities. I find some before the Queen Mary even. The trip to New York helps me decide a lot.

And we began to plan a wedding and suddenly we had help we didn’t ask for. Everyone had ideas. Sherry, Mary, Rhonda, and even Michael and Chuck all had ideas and more surprising there were even ideas from David’s mother, Aunt Judy to me. My mother wanted to help as did Aunt Hilda, which I’m sure embarrassed her husband, Uncle Earl. And since the budget wasn’t really worried about, there were some pretty lofty ideas, but I sensed that David and Sasha wanted a more…quiet service. All the flash and

Yes, they could.

Interesting idea, though Sasha would be ten years older....which is very possible. I hadn't thought of that. Thanks!

I guess I'll have to dock your pay since you missed one. If I miss only one or two, I'm good! Tongue tied fingers and all. Your help is very welcome and needed by me. I appreciate it.

Yes, I am alternating days I write about the stories. Next is North Meets South, the next Cinderfella. And Polymorphic Light Eruption is very real. But if I tell you more, I'll give things away. You will have to wait. I'm working on North Meets South right now.

It was a hot day. People complained about the coldness of the north, or mountains, but I preferred it to the hot sweltering heat of the south. I told almost everyone I was born in the wrong part of the world. I was a lousy Southerner. I hated grits or rice. Don’t offer me any greens, collard or mustard or whatever. I didn’t like nearly any beans, lima, butter or any other bean. We here in South Carolina seemed to never miss one of these items every day of the week. So, I sat in my little Ford Fu

Devon McGee meets Colin Wentworth and begins working with him. Colin is a puzzle. Devon is trusted immediately and given a task to restore Colin's Ancestral home. Then puzzles begin to cause Devon to wonder about his employer. Colin has a past and Devon is and was not prepared for what he finds out.