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Ok. I'm past the holidays and can focus more now on my writing. Thank the gods.
And, knowing that everyone has possibly been waiting for far too long for me to finish this up, I've decided to go ahead and post a chapter and hope everyone likes it.
Today I celebrated the fifteenth anniversary of my 29th birthday. (see what did there? I made you do math.)
While I was freezing this morning at work, walking down street after street, I decided that I needed to shake things up a bit.
Mostly because, after reading through my last few chapters that I've published, I realize I could have done a lot better. So, while it may upset some people, and trust me, I get it, I've decided to not post any more chapters until I finish it. I want the ending to this book to really shine. And, in the future, I will probably never post a story with multiple chapters again until I finish writing the entire thing.
Look on the bright side; Once I finish it, it'll be a chapter every day.
Jonathan, don't sell yourself short. You obviously set very high expectations for yoursef, but believe US (and I think I speak for all your fans) when I say the last few chapters have been absolutely awesome, just as the entire book has been. Winning the day 3 weeks ago is proof of that. Do what you have to do. We will be here, ready and waiting fod more awesomeness from you.
PS - I never realised just how tough it is to write. I recently started work on my first book. Completed 4 chapters and last night more or less decided to scrap everything ans start over. So I think I know where you are coming from.
Okay. Time for a kind of odd confession. I feel I have to share this because I want someone to know just how I can sometimes feel like a hostage in my own home.
I have two cats. Two black male cats who also happen to be brothers. I adopted them about two years ago and they love their big spacious home. Each one of them has their own quirks and they do squabble from time to time and chase each other around the house at warp speeds.
Here's the weird part. Stalker, the more outgoing of the two, does not like me leaving the house for any reason. He wants me there so he can cuddle and rub up against me whenever he wants. Mind you, those moments aren't constant as I'll demonstrate here.
I just came inside from the garage and Stalker was waiting on the other side of the door. He did his usual turn and disapproving trill before I walked through the room. Before I got to the stairs, he intercepts me and trills again, louder and looks up at me with a hard glare. Roughly translated, the communication was clear.
"Take off your socks."
It's clear this isn't a request. Cats rarely ask you to do something.
So, I went upstairs, took off my socks (as commanded) and he hops up and immediately proceeds to rub his mouth against my toes. Marking me as his and letting me know, if I leave the house, his mark is still on me. This isn't a first for him. This his preferred method of showing affection. Any time my feet are exposed and he hasn't played with them in awhile, he's there, rubbing his mouth (and teeth!) against my foot just purring away louder than any other time he's a happy little camper. When I go to bed, he sleeps between my feet. The first few weeks I had them, I would lay there in the dark as Stalker tested to see how many of my toes could fit into his mouth.
tl;dr my cat has a foot fetish.
With any luck, before the night is over I should be posting a new chapter. 🎉
Prior to the release of "The Empty Spaces Between Us," I had received a total of two "angry" reactions out of thousands.
In the span of about six weeks, 45 more have been added.
I have to admit, it makes me giggle.
*The sound I wake up to in the morning* "meow. Meow.. Meeeeooooow.. MEEEEOOOOOW."
Translation: "Mortal, awake and rejoice for through my divine benevolence, the sun has risen again. Now, get up and feed me!"
There are times when I am struggling to get 400 words written. It's like, I can't get the picture in my mind clear enough and sometimes I end up having to delete all the work I put in because I know it's the wrong scene.
Then there are times when I can write an entire 6,000 word chapter in 24 hours.
I've been making some good gains on my newest book. I'm hoping it will be done within the next two months or so.
In the meantime, I've also been working on fixing my first book. Yeah, yeah, it's nice and all but there's way too many errors in it and there's also a couple really bad spots that kind of missed the editing process. I'm going to be going through each chapter over the next couple of days and fixing everything. It took me a long time but with a printed out copy and a highlighter I think I managed to find them all.
Already finished chapters 1 and 2. I'm hoping to be done with that by Sunday.
Oh, before I forget. Does anyone have any ideas on what the entire series should be called? Working on book 2 and a book 3 is also possible but after that, I'm fairly certain I'll be done telling Kyle and Jacob's story. If anyone has any opinions on a series title, feel free to share.
I just had a pretty startling realization. Someone just reacted to chapter 14 while I was writing and so, like a good monkey, I popped over to see. I scrolled through and went straight to the fight in Jacob's workshop.
Years of abuse, shame and anger roared out of him as he turned to Kyle. “You abandoned me!”
The first thought that went through my head reading that again was wondering how many people picked up on the idea that it wasn't just his situation with Kyle that was the source of his shame and anger. It was also the pent up feelings from his past with his father that he had always held back inside himself.
Then, the realization hit me. This whole time after Kyle came back home, the anger and pain that Kyle had been feeling beforehand seemed to bleed out of him and into Jacob. Kyle's presence was the match that lit the fuse inside him that ultimately became that scene of him finally releasing all that anger he'd kept bottled up for decades.
Yeah. I wrote the damn thing and I'm just now realizing that. Not sure if that makes me incredibly clever or amazingly dim-witted. 😜
I'm cleaning up "The Acquittal" fixing minor errors and getting rid of the author notes where appropriate.
I hate sounding vain, but I still get a little thrill in my chest when I see a notification that someone's reacted to a chapter. I would've thought by now no one else would still be reading it.
Jonathan, you should get a thrill. In my opinion, it was a fantastic piece of writing, considering it was your first publication. Enjoy every comment you get - it is well deserved. I have 34-hour intercontinental flight coming up at the end of January and intent to binge read 'The Aquittal' while travelling.
Happy New Year all.
I would like to say that I had a great night and all that but in truth, I fell asleep in my recliner around 11 p.m. and woke up to my alarm at 5:15 this morning.
I'm glad 2018 is over because it was mostly a disappointment. There are a lot of things I've needed to change in the last year. I've had to reevaluate friendships and come to the sad conclusion that there was really no real friendship there. The thing about that is, it was a disappointment but not a surprise. I realize now, I had befriended a very insular group of people and while they may have treated me like I was a part of the group, the truth was I would always be an outsider among them. This became obvious when an incident took place back in May where I was forced to decide to either maintain the friendships and disregard my own feelings of hurt and betrayal or stand up for myself, call out a wrong when it happens and lose a group of friends I've known for a long time.
I chose the later. What ended up happening was not at all a surprise. They all circled the wagons around "their own" and made excuses and called me a coward for not just getting over it because even though they think men should be more in touch with their feelings and feel free to express them, that falls to the wayside when it's one of them, I just need to get over it because she didn't mean to hurt me even though she did it by outright lying to my face, plotted to manipulate me behind my back and then, after months of apparent debate, she issued a tepid apology where she grudgingly admitted that she "may have" not taken my feelings into consideration because she was thinking about someone else instead who ended up playing my feelings and... gods, it's so complicated I could write a story about it but I'm not wasting my time or effort when they don't deserve it.
Since then, I stayed quiet, I didn't cause waves online between them via Facebook, messenger, Twitter or do anything else other than to wait and see what they would ultimately do.
What they did was shut me out. No messages online of any merit beyond "how are you doing, I don't really care how you really are, I just wanna pretend I care," from two of them. Which was just nauseating because when I got attacked by a rottweiler and ended up barely escaping with my life (Long story short about that; when the dog grabbed my foot and pulled me to the ground, spraining my back, cutting open my elbow on the pavement and knocking the wind out of me, instead of it going for my throat or arms or anything else he could have torn into on my body, the dog inexplicably ran off causing the owner to chase the dog down) he attempted to tell me, once again, that his life is so much worse because his boss doesn't treat him right. No show of any concern despite the long list of injuries I sustained from it, no empathy at all, nothing. And then, on my birthday, I decided to reach out to one of them because it had been a good day and I actually got a real honest present for once. Something I didn't ask for or wanted but a surprise and something that I ended up really being glad I got. When I shared it with my "friend" without mentioning that it was my birthday, his response was, "yeah, they're practically giving those away now." Didn't even ask why my brother gave it to me or why on that day. All he cared about was tamping down my happiness because his selfishness demands that no one should be happy unless he is.
But, here's the thing. When I edit them out of the equation that is my life, I realize how great it is. I love my home. I bought it myself. I decorated and furnished it myself. I've maintained it myself and I know I've done a good job because my family loves coming to my house. Those other people do not come to my house. And I think that's a good thing because that means when I change my phone number in the next few days and eliminate them from my social media, they're probably not going to remember where it is.
So, if I want to have a better 2019, I feel it would be best to permanently edit them from my life. And, remarkably, I have no problem doing that because, in the end, I'm not really losing anything.
Jonathan - you go boy! Been there, done that, bought and burned the t-shirt. Self-absorbed people like that were never friends anyway and you are better off without them. Shake the dust off your shoes and move on. You will find there are other people out there who will appreciate you friendship. All power to you. Have a happy and successful 2019. We may not be friends here on GA, but you have a lot of admirers who appreciate what you do and how you express yourself. I truely hope you find people who will appreciate you for who you are.