Hudson Bartholomew

They do! That sounds like an interesting premise. I would love to read it when you're done!

Thanks for the feedback! I do have a tendency to over-write, so I'm glad to hear that it's not too much.

Thanks! Without giving anything away, I think the first part focuses more on Ryan. Erik's story comes a little bit later. But we'll get there, promise!

Thanks!

I love this chapter, especially Jian's phantom ears and tail! Emmett's desire to be controlled is interesting. I thought that had freaked him out before, but now he likes it?

Stories tend to live for a long time in my head before they make it onto the paper. I usually start with a "what is" scenario and then go from there. The other day I thought, "what if the protagonist is illiterate?" Why is he illiterate? Does he want to learn how to read? What does he do for work? What if he meets a gorgeous man? How does the love interest react? What if the love interest is a writer? Once I've figured out the challenge that the main characters have to overcome, I start writing and let them tell me where the story goes.

“Fuck, yeah,” the twink muttered as he pushed himself back on his hands and knees, almost knocking Ryan off balance. Ryan grunted and squeezed the boy’s hips to keep them in the rhythm, and then he slapped the bare butt cheek to keep the boy in line. Ryan leaned back to let the camera get a good shot of his cock disappearing into the stretched asshole of the boy bent over before him. A few more strokes like this and they’d get to switch positions. Good thing, Ryan’s knees were starting to burn

Ryan's life is simple and uncomplicated, despite the fact that he earns a living as a gay porn actor. When fellow actor Erik recruits Ryan for a new porn movie, Ryan reluctantly agrees. The lines between reality and make-believe quickly blur as their on screen chemistry moves off screen, and Ryan and Erik are left trying to decipher what is real.

Sometimes I feel relieved to finally finish a story. Some of my characters have gone on incredibly tumultuous journeys and writing their stories can be emotionally draining. Being able to bring them to a happy place by the end of the story is gratifying and I'm glad to be leave them to a steadier, more peaceful life. Do we ever fully say goodbye to the characters we create? After all, they were born in our minds and I'd like to think they will always be a part of us. Maybe like watching children grow up, become adults and move away--although, I don't have kids, so actual parents can correct me on this point. Sometimes my mind wanders back to older characters and I wonder what they've been up to since I left them. I've even considered revisiting them years later to see how their story has developed while I've been away. I 100%, completely agree with how hard it is to start something new. There are so many characters who have lived in my mind for YEARS, patiently waiting for their turn on the page, never sure whether they'll ever make it there. I find the longer a character has lived in my mind, the more difficult it is for me to get them on the page, I'm not sure why.

Great new chapter! Are we going to get another midnight meeting of Cake Club?! Please?!

I'm not usually one to make new year's resolutions, so I'm not sure why this year is different. My normal reluctance is wrapped up in a slew of psychological dysfunctions where if I never set goals, then I can never fail. And if I never fail, then I'm perfect; and if I'm perfect, then people will like me. Luckily (or maybe unluckily) for me, I've always tended to excel at whatever I try my hand at, so there's rarely been a need for me to step outside my comfort zone, take a risk, and do something that's meaningful but scary. As the final days of 2016 were coming to a close, this comfortable, relatively successful life that I've happened upon just didn't feel enough anymore. I have everything that I could reasonably want: a steady, well paying job; a great place to live in a cool, world class city; family close by; friends who are fun to hang out with... but is it enough to just live an easy life? I've always wanted to write (I remember being a teenager and telling my mom that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up... it didn't go over well.) and my computer is full of abandoned, half written stories that I didn't have the guts to finish. Last year, I finally found the courage to see one through to the end, and posted it on another website to decent reviews. In the weeks following its posting, I discovered the thrill that comes with sharing my personal fairy tales with others; it's addicting, and now I want more. So here's my resolution for 2017, the first new year's resolution of my life: I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to be a published author. There, I said it. I know it's not an easy task to accomplish, and it will take a lot work to get there. Which is why I'm stepping out of the anonymity afforded by the Internet, and engaging with other writers and editors. I'm setting a goal. Maybe I'll fail and admit that I'm not perfect; maybe no one will like me. But at least I'll know that I tried, I took a risk and chased after a dream. Hopefully, that will be enough. Happy New Year! HB ps. there is a story in the works for GA. It's currently being edited and will hopefully be ready for posting in the new future.

I like! Although, I had always imagined--and this is ridiculously specific--that Indie's forehead would be narrower. Kind of like the magician guy, Dan Sperry. But Dan Sperry is super goth and scares me, so not quite like him either... Okay, never mind, let's stick with Appleman. He's much hotter.