Wayne Gray

Well, I just posted chapter eleven, so you've got a few to go. I hope you enjoy them. 🙂

23 November 2018, Friday 7:32 a.m. His first moment of awareness was one of warmth, comfort, and serenity. Grant made a small sleepy noise and lazily blinked. The room was dark with the drapes pulled. He swallowed and wet his dry lips with his tongue. Thirsty. Then the rest of his brain started to fire. A warm body pressed into his from behind, and Grant's breath caught in his throat. Grant ran a hand down his own body. Naked. I'm naked. His worry ramped up, and he gently felt be

Took long enough, eh? You’ll have to keep reading to find out if you’re right about Mr Grant. 🙂

Hehe. Well, you saw how Troy reacted to the offer of food from Mr. Burgess. Grant did get him to take some food, but even that was tricky. He’s fairly sure that Troy would reject anything more right now. Troy’s trying to control whatever he can in his life. He needs to have his barriers knocked down before he can truly accept help.

It’s really hard for a lot of reasons for some folks. I hope Troy’s character shines through a little more later so you can understand him a bit more.

Keep on reading! And ... I see you have. 🙂

It's worth making, seriously.

I'm glad the DiC got ported over to this new forum, and we didn't lose any of it. 🙂

Notes? No. But I'd be surprised if people reading were not challenged by the work. If it doesn't make them think, and debate, and wonder. If it doesn't make them try, and fail to categorize and sort our people and situations. It not, that's great. Then our readers are further along than we are, and perhaps they will teach us a few things in the comments. 🙂

It's amazingly good. I actually cursed aloud in said amazement when I took the first bite. lol

*whimpers*

Oh hell. My brain just had the following thought ... "What if we threw some semi-sweet chocolate chips into this mix next time we make it?" Yes. What if indeed.

Here you go, Parker! https://food52.com/recipes/31621-apricot-almond-baked-oatmeal You can thank tim for this one. It's well worth making.

It's like a ... semi-sweet, nutty, sort of crumbly oat loaf with pockets of more sweet. Soooo good.

Holy crap. Okay ... this is GOOD. Even with my fumbling in the kitchen, this recipe is crazy good. Maybe it's because I don't get many things that taste like dessert, but yeah ... wow.

None. I don't have to be drunk to say yes to this story. It's a great concept, one that tim and I worked out over a week or so of back and forth messages. I really do think it'll be special ... and that it'll challenge readers. We want to challenge ourselves and those who read our work. Those are the goals.

tim and I want to try something serious and thoughtful. We both tend to write those sorts of stories anyway, and I want to see what we can do together on such a tale.

Wow. lol

I'm all in, tim. Let's do it.

That's right, folks. tim didn't learn his lesson the first time around with Trainwreck. 😄

Hehehe. I figure if I can't share things that make people laugh, then I'm taking myself too seriously. Can't have that.

tim shared his Apricot-Almond baked oatmeal recipe, and I thought ... "Yeah, there are eggs, cream and butter in it, but ... the oats and nuts will help with the cholesterol. It should be okay if I don't go crazy and eat half the pan. Okay, let's go to the store for ingredients!" Off I go. I spend forty minutes in total driving there, walking around with my barely acceptable "I don't care" hair, selecting stuff, then driving back home. Once back here, I begin the process of prepping the dried fruit and nuts. Then I put the dry ingredients together in a big bowl, while the wet ones and sugar are in the other. I'm very slow in the kitchen. I'm not afraid of it, I'm just plodding and methodical. One thing at a time is how I work. Music is playing, and I'm drinking a latte so, it's not exactly a bad time - I rather enjoyed myself, actually. Anyway ... another forty minutes go by before I'm done. I pour the dry ingredients into a 9x9 baking dish (as instructed) then pour the wet ingredients on top. By this point, I'm pretty proud of myself. I can tell, this is gonna be great. I turn to the oven, my dish of soon to be baking oaty deliciousness in hand. "Oh, shit. SHIT!" Our oven is broken. And I had literally spent almost an hour and a half gathering and preparing ingredients, only to remember the oven was busted right when I needed it. So ... now, two loaf pans of oaty unknown are probably not even close to the right temperature in an old, cantankerous toaster oven. Some days ... you just gotta laugh.

Aww, it's okay to cave. It was a nice little gathering, wasn't it? Friends, food, wine, awkward and revealing moments caused by said wine ... 🙂 I have an evil streak? I think you meant to say "creative conflict creation streak." Hehe. Though, to be honest I just am writing the characters and how they'd really react in these situations. We'll find out how Grant reacts to being nearly naked and snuggled up with Troy. You should get to work on those stories. At least ... until Sunday. 😛 Thanks for reading!

I love the comments. I read them over and again because they make me smile. Yeah ... this is a good group of people, and I do appreciate the comments. People spend time and careful thought on them, and I will always try to reply. The day after is gonna be interesting. That's coming soon. 🙂 Ohhh ... I cannot wait to get to the introduction of Grant's mother. She was a fantastic character to write, one of my favorites, actually. Yes ... that's gonna be a great time. Thank you for the comments. More to come!

There is kind of a recipe, isn't there? Smooth sailing - trial - make up - smooth sailing - trial - make up, etc. Well, I spent some effort to break that cycle in this story. I will say, specifically around the journal I worked to avoid predictability. Keep an eye on that, when the time comes for Grant to finally deal with it. Thanks for reading and commenting!