Wayne Gray

Howdy, sean. The day is much better, now that my work is done until Tuesday. I hope yours is a great one too!

GA is nice. There are many ways to connect with authors, other readers, and to find things you would not otherwise have discovered. I'm glad you made it here, Tom. 🙂

Well, I've started it. Two chapters are now loose in the world. Thanks, @Thorn Wildefor additional edits. Thanks, @Fae Briona, @chris191070and @Parker Owensfor reading and commenting on the work from my Google Drive documents. I'm sure there are others too, but those are the ones I can remember. It's a little scary. When something is deeply meaningful to us, the way that this story is to me, it is a risk to share it. But... someone once told me to "write bravely". It's good advice. It's advice that I'm taking. I hope the story impacts people in a meaningful way.

Thanks for reading and commenting, @Akronmo! We are undoubtedly weird creatures. There's no changing that, so we might as well revel in and enjoy it. 🙂

Thanks for reading and commenting, Mac. Those are all excellent questions concerning Chris. There are definitely more details to share related to the break-up. Though, Chris might still be a fool, even after they're revealed. It'll be up to each person to decide that as they read. Poor Kent. He had never been touched like that before, and he short-circuited a bit. Though, you're right - no harm done. Everyone still got messy. There's more on the way. Sunday! 🙂

Wayne, you just made my day. I was/am broken... my husband was/is broken, but by making things work we've made almost 25 really good years. I wish the same for Ben and Travis. Tom We're all broken in a way. I'm glad you and your husband have one another and understand that you're neither one perfect. Accepting the flaws of the person we love is part and parcel of the necessary steps to a life with someone.

Thank you for the comment. Yeah, out of all of the characters so far we've got the most information about Nate, how he works, and what he feels. Not exactly an angel, sort of a typical, shallow guy. How could we possibly like someone like Nate? 😏

Thanks, Parker. Out of all of my work, this one is the closest to my heart. It means the most to me. Which is always risky when you give something so meaningful to yourself to the world for others to see and experience. I'm making some changes as I go. Chapter three has a new little scene that I hope will help tie things in better in the end.

Ah, targeted advertising... Might have missed the mark a bit this time.

Thanks. 🙂 Kent is still learning what he wants and likes. Chris and Tad are definitely wounded - Christopher through choice, Tad at Chris's mercy... And Mister Nate. Ah, Mister Nate. 🙂

Yeah, it's definitely hard to know Chris's logic right now. And yes, he's absolutely behaving strangely. Hahaha... Nate is a bit of a douche. He's self-interested, and out to get as much as he can from as many as possible. There's a lot of growing up for him to do. Of all the characters I've ever written... I think I would have liked to have been able to meet and talk with Tad the most. He's not perfect, but for reasons that I hope become apparent, he's worth the time to know. You're right - Tad still hurts. Back to your previous point about Nate - the redhead senses that pain. And, in true douchy fashion, he sort of uses it to his advantage to score a date with Tad. Ah, the glorious complexity, tangles, and messiness of human interaction. I love it. Thanks for reading and commenting, tim!

He is a very sweet guy. 😊 A bit confused, but sweet.

Christopher frowned at his fingers. He scrubbed them hard, but he never could quite get all of the grease and grime off of his skin and from under his fingernails. That's what he got for being a mechanic. Finally, he gave up. He rinsed his tough, calloused hands and then turned off the water. Chris dried them on an old, threadbare towel, and turned away from the sink. It was Sunday night and he had just gotten home from his job at the auto dealership, though his new place on Wabash certa

I like Devon's free-spiritedness toward sex, and connectedness too. He has his boyfriend, but he is free to connect physically and emotionally to others too. We need more Devons in the world. 🙂

The last bit, in particular, feels like the mind trying to remind the heart that nothing lasts forever. I'm not sure the heart listened. 🙂

This work is one that will challenge the concepts which underpin the Christian faith. It's thought-provoking in a way that few things are. A very good, interesting dive into religion, belief, good and evil.

I gotta admit when the devil turned out to be God, that made my heart quicken just a bit. You told me you planned to post something that may be controversial, but I didn't know many details. I'm glad you kept that one from me. Thanks for sharing this, tim. It's very good. It truly is.

Thanks! I missed this comment. I appreciate that you took the time to leave it.

Thanks, Parker. That’s my favorite part too. I wish I could get it all to flow as well as that first stanza seems to.

WOW! That's a crazy pic, @Fae Briona!

Thanks, Jeffrey! I’m writing a romance here. Usually, the readers know who is going to end up with who pretty early. This one will keep you guessing... at least for a bit.

Thanks, tim. That means a lot coming from you. 🙂

The irony of a poem lamenting a lack of inspiration isn't lost on me. Nice pieces, tim.

Be careful, @Fae Briona!

I look into his eyes and wonder, how could this be so wrong? He is my raging lightning; thunder, his whisper is my song. I've heard from those who damn and curse us. They call us many things. Raise their stones to throw, in "godliness", yet still our voice it sings. Hymns are the province of God on high, gifted from Him above. How uncomfortable then when I sigh, and sing the song of love.