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Hey, it’s Noah again! Previously when we last chatted, I mentioned one of the positions of my staff, as well as their responsibilities. You also learned my patience when dealing with a Karen who had a complaint. Well, more of a vent really. I was having such a good time that day. No negative energy could phase through me. But that isn’t always the case. For instance, this story I have for you is going to be a real treat, let me tell you! Today, I’m gonna tell you about what just recen

A little dark humor, but I got the giggles from it.

Oh, jeez! Thank you kindly! Def needed that. Got a long night at work ahead of me.

1,000?! Oh, boy. I'm assuming, that's a good score? Is it on a scale from 1 to 10, or 1 to 1,000?

I have hammered out so many words into Chapter 33 of Love in the Shadows. Just today, I knocked out over two thousand words, beating my quota twofold for the day. And some serious thoughts have been coming into my mind. Am I serious about publishing this story? If so, should I keep it a proper length for a novel? How would I do it? Is there even a good way to end this darned thing? All of those questions have the same answer: yes. But one of those questions can't be answered with a simple yes. How would I do it? This story is nearing 220k words. In comparison, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows has 190k words. Order of the Pheonix has 250k. Eragon with 157k. I'm nearing a nice limit to set my book at. I never planned for LitS to be this long. I never planned on making this a series. I never planned on actually following through with bringing this fun little adventure to life. I'm finding myself in a quandary. As much as I would like for this to be one big, fat, thick book, I need to make this into a series. No doubt about it. No questions asked. But...Vincent is nowhere near done with his magic training. He's nowhere near done with his adventures with Mason and the rest of the cast. And certainly, nowhere near ready to fight Stefan. His frost weapons would be reduced to snowballs to Stefan's flames. The book has to end. And I think it's going to be soon. Much sooner than I recently intended. I wanted a dramatic ending. One that would leave me feeling accomplished with what I have done. But the more I type, the more I stall. And that's what I have been doing. Stalling. Waiting for the ending to come in my mind. The obvious dream ending for my readers is for Vincent to vanquish the murderous mage, but that can't happen in less than 100k words. There must be a second, and...dare I say, a third book! My resolutions have been set. Love in the Shadows must have an ending. And it is happening within the next five chapters. I am making this blog post to announce that this book...it's almost done! And the second book, Rising in the Shadows, will be started almost immediately after. And, in proper author-like fashion, I just thought of the third book's title, and I'm digging it: Death in the Shadows. Love when ideas just pop in your head as your typing out emotional moments! Thanks a lot, life! Big helping hand! So, to my dear readers, followers, and commentors of Love in the Shadows, this is the official heads-up: we're coming to an end. And a new story will be unfurled. I've taken to some of my muses of various book series to decide on how to end this stinkin' thing. There are some good options, and I'm pulling a trigger. To what gun, I will leave that weapon on the table for y'all to figure out. It's bed time for me, and I'm feeling pretty somber at this point. I am beyond proud of what I have done, and what I will continue to do for this series. As my first adventure in writing, I could not have expected the turnout that it would eventually create. I expected a flop. Like...when you fail at flipping a pancake on a griddle, and it just makes such an ugly shape as it doesn't land evenly. But I made a great freakin' pancake! This thing's got some blueberries and raspberries in it! And I will make sure it gets a nice dusting of powdered sugar on top when it gets slapped on a plate. And I will leave the syrup bottle out for you all to drizzle as much or as little on it as you wish. Have a nice rest of the day, GA!

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Ha! I live by flying with reckless abandon! I write a chapter, edit it, and post it as I complete it. There is nothing written ahead, and I am purely letting my fingers do the talking. Part of me understands that this may be unprofessional as a writer who has an ambition to publish, but for the time being, I'm just having fun! This is my hobby, and until I find it more profitable than working at a grocery store, it shall remain so.

No...no, you can't do that to us. I need that in my life.

I'm always writing on the run! There is always an hour of my day dedicated to writing at my desk, but I'm always typing on my phone when I'm on break at work, sitting in the passenger seat on road trips with the husband, and whenever I'm bored. I find it very productive since I have a bit of ADHD, and refuse to sit for too long. When the chapter is posted, I wait for almost a day before working on the next chapter. I don't take in comments as a form of where the story is heading next, but I breath off the newfound hype and reader conspiracy.

@NFields1608!!! Noah just joined and is being a little wallflower! I'm trying to get him to be active, but he just wants to silently read stories. As soon as he gets his author status set up (as soon and I get his Author status set up), I'm adding him as co-author to DGS.

That is definitely a lot! I am so sorry that this became an issue between you and your late husband, and I find a sliver of solace in the fact he came to his senses.

Still in the process of getting caught up...and I know that a decent chunk of the book is still ahead of me... But I'm gonna need a POV on either Leo or August and see how their relationship is going! See what August is doing to little Leo...Ooof, I need a drink...

Thank you so much, Gary! I got home from a long night at work and found that view count. Instantly refreshed and I got all up in my feels! Just moved around all the furniture in the apartment with the husband and now I'm itching for some typing!

Starting this blog entry is a little rough for me. Tears are beginning to well up, my fingers don't know where to go, and my leftover hibachi is losing its heat rapidly. I was starting to recognize myself as an actual writer. Over the past several months, I've just been hammering away on my poor Chromebook's keys and my phone's touchscreen, just...going. Non-stop. Writing when I woke up, went on my breaks at work, when I got home, as I tried to sleep. I just kept writing. Just as I'm doing now, completely off the top of my head and straight into my fingertips. Then this happened. I just wasn't paying attention, like at all! Love in the Shadows hit over 50,000 total views. I'm...honestly speechless. There are some serious self-reflections going on, and I'm having issues articulating my feelings. I'm happy, elated, proud...I think proud is the feeling. There have been few moments in my life where I had been proud of myself. And I need it to be understood that I do not give myself that luxury very often. Raised in a small town with very traditional views of the world's most sacred topics: religion, politics, sexual orientation, personal orientation. These were situated in almost every conversation I was forced into as a young adult. Along with being a flop at sports (I played tennis, and only won two games, and they were by default because the opposing school didn't show up), there wasn't a single defining moment in my high school career. It wasn't until college when I was told that I didn't have to be held down by the shackles of a closed-minded community. I was told to be free, be who you want to be, be with who you want to be with, learn what you want, and run around on your own for once. I always knew I was gay, but I felt forced into a metal chained jail cell. Not a closet. I was originally told that I couldn't be who I am, that everyone in the entire world would label me a degenerate. Lowlife scum. Filth. But I am not that person anymore. That weak, tube-sock wearing, cargo short toting, buzz-cut owning little sniveling snot...he's dead. The new Aaron stepped up around my third year of college. I did something that no one in my high school ever saw coming. Both seriously, and hilariously, that excuse of a man climbed the rungs of fraternal politics and became the President. And did I wear that proverbial suit well. Conversing with high staff of the college about pressing issues across campus, collaborating with the Executive Council of my fraternal organization, and earning my spot in my college's Greek Hall of Fame. That...was the second moment of pride in my life. The first achieving the rank of Eagle Scout at the age of fifteen. So...my first ever post-education writing adventure has hit 50,000 views. This is something that some Youtubers would relish over. But I am actually writing a book. I'm writing a book! This feels so good to say out loud! I'm writing a freakin' book over here! And it is picking up steam, and I'm not done throwing coal in this train engine. Not by a long shot! And I have this community to thank. Just...thank you, all. For reading, writing, posting, editing, and being there to bring some entertainment into our world. I'm now a member of your team. The Gay Authors team. There are so many stories in my head that are going to be put on this website. And I'll continue to make myself proud.

I'm skipping the yellow card and giving Dad's friends a red card! Who...what...what man, in their right mind, doesn't get up for a lady to sit down?!? I was raised to be a gentleman. I joined a gentleman's fraternity. That's a firm gentleman's rule in my books! Let a lady have your seat if she wishes to sit! Flag on the play! Throw 'em in the penalty box! This is just wrong. Go on a leak! Start a rant! I'm right there with ya!

Oh, boy...this is a lot of comments. Let's-a-go! Vincent and Mason are heading to New York very shortly! Which means the duel between Vincent and Tierney is coming fast! And with both of our heroes titled Alpha wolves, I'm sure we are bound to see some flipping on the bed... We are so, so, so far away from the fight with Stefan! Like...maybe a year or two in story-time. As always, so happy to see your comments, centex! Buz! So happy to see your comments again! And I know how strong your love/hate relationship is with cliffhangers. I think everyone forgot about the monk! It was such an obscure point of interest, and was quickly forgotten. Too bad I had a trap card! Ha! Yu-Gi-Oh references! Neil's alright. Maybe we'll see more of him later. Who knows? New York is coming soon, and that circular pattern's meaning will unfold in due time. Can't wait to get off work and start hammering away on #33. No problem! I think it's been a pretty productive way to battle boredom! Low-key...I want a big stuffed panda bear for Valentine's Day. Just from writing this book. Kaplan and Cyrus are learning new things about themselves in their own little way. I figured Vincent should enjoy his time on the farm...at least while he can. And I'm glad y'all seem okay with whatever I choose to do in regards to story length, closing this book and opening a new one, or anything else that may happen. Thank y'all for the support and loving comments!

Buz...I just woke up and am getting ready for work. This just made my day.

Always love your comments, Patch. I felt it was time to slow things down a bit and touch up on some dusty plot points. I'm struggling to think about how I want this book to end, as the more I think about it, the more sense it would be for Stefan's fight to be in Book 2 (maybe even a book 3!) This story is getting long...

Just binged this whole thing. Wonderful story and world building! Characters are well-developed, and the plot line is perfectly hidden in the shadows, leading the reader to take wild guesses to what would happen next. Consider me hooked. I only hope this story goes on for very long time!

Well, I wouldn't say back to his old self. He is now trying to get used to his animal instincts doing actions for him without his say so. And I think Neil is just a thinker. He is kinda like the human Beta to the farm.

The bald shadow mage from the parking lot! A mystery man! Is he good? Is he bad? Who knows! Vincent's about to find out...

His eyelids fluttered, but Kaplan kept them closed. He smiled and nuzzled the pillow under his head. I haven't slept like that in a while. Feels good. Running his hand across the cool, crisp sheets, he debated whether or not he should get up. The beta opened his eyes in a panic. Pillow. Sheets. He remembered last being on the couch with Cyrus. He rose in a state of confusion. Bed. When did I get in bed? I'm— "Good morning, Mr. Alvey." The suave, deep voice whispered, and Kaplan rolled

My husband likes to sit in mine and I think to myself, "No, no. Your's is over there. You, know, the upholstered one that leans back so far, you actually will fall backwards? Yeah, that's your chair."

I really love how you're zooming through the story! But ya better hurry. Chapter 32 is almost done!

Elaine is that mage! You just don't wanna mess with her. And that was her 21 years ago, imagine what other tricks she learned! And thank you! I really try my best, and I'm glad that I've made an addictive story.