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Ehr. No. Micah has so much more growing to do, and there are so many more side-arcs to this story to help achieve that growing that, I'm afraid to say this story will probably go on for another 10 to 16 chapters, at least. Sorry if that disappoints you.

I stared at Patrick when he made that announcement, and then pulled on the door handle. It was locked. “Unlock this door,” I demanded, going from calm to angry in a flash. “We need to get to the Windletons’. ” Patrick didn’t argue, just did as I demanded. On the ride to the Windleton’s Patrick kept telling me to calm down. I’m not sure why he was telling me to calm down, though. I was just sitting there calmly grinding my teeth.. Patrick pulled over on the side of the road and came to a s

The sound of the buzzer signaled the end of the second quarter. The home crowd groaned in disappointment. I joined in with the groaning. Our team was not doing well, at all. Across the basketball court the visiting team’s band struck up the chords to Dude (Looks like a lady) just as white smoke flared up on the basketball court. I watched with dismay as some members from our team turned to watch the display. The smoke dissipated to reveal a white ninja kicking and flipping his way down the bas

It's Sword-toting masked man of mystery vs. Ninja in this story. Who is going to win in this epic war?

Hi Lisa. I'm glad you are enjoying this story. I wanted to let you know that I have responded with far more depth over in my forum boards. You can find the link here. http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/24736-spider-webs/page__view__findpost__p__317070 Regards, Linxe

Hrm...Which spoilers were those again. As I said, I keep giving so many away I don't know what do and don't give

Which spoilers were those? I give so many away that I need to stop

Aww Man, now I'm going to have to go rewrite the father/son confrontation to keep it more in line with your expectations... or do I :f3ar:

We'll be seeing why daddy showed up in the next chapter.

We'll be seeing why daddy showed up in the next chapter.

Thanks. Character's are getting out of hand. I promise I'll try to keep it to the bare minimum. The one's of importance are Micah and Patrick, Joel, Ken, Elizabeth, (Reese Ben and a yet to be seen boy). Then there's Uncle Bryce, Patrick's Grandparents, and Patrick's great-grandmother, and another chick. We'll see why I have all these characters later on. It's the reason for the story itself I like using Ben for comic relief when no one else is available. I mean, who wouldn't admire a cute blond boy running around who hates wearing clothes

Chapter 13: The Calm before the Storm. “It’s your fault! So stop it! Just stop it!” The crying wouldn’t stop. I grabbed him, shook him, shook him harder! “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!” Couldn’t stop shaking. “Stop crying.” I couldn’t stop shaking him. “Micah!” My eyes snapped open. My head was pounding. Something soft tickled my face. I inhaled deeply: A pleasant, slightly musky scent filled my nose, helped me relax. I’d had a dream. A really bad dream. “Micah.” The

P.S. You once told me you rewrote a story (FtL I believe) after you were done writing it. If you think this deserves a re-write in some chapters, then do so. But wait until the story is over, then everyone can go re-read again

Not going to focus too much on things that don't seem like they contribute to the conversation or the advice you were seeking. That said: Hi CJ, Long time no talk Sorry I haven't been around to keep up on Circumnavigation very much. I'll try to rectify that problem immediately. But here's what I am seeing based on your words and some of the words your fans/readers have so far said. You were sick for over two months with pneumonia and all those chapters that you got ahead on became worthless, in the sense that you were no longer ahead. It sounds like you rushed yourself while following through with the plot you have in your head just to keep readers happy so you wouldn't have to stop posting. No offense, but that's a load of crap. If you need to take time to get ahead again, then take the time to get ahead again. You're here to tell the story your way and no one else's way. If you need to shelve the story for a couple of weeks, do so. 30 chapters of Shane and Trevor in Australia is still plot development. We get to see Trevor and his boyfriend, having a normal freaking relationship and exploring the world of romance/lust/love/whatever feelings they have for one another. Trrevor's not some superhero genius ex-CIA agent whose out to stop a nuclear bomb from being dropped on Australia or New York City or San Francisco. He's a kid who stumbled onto a mystery involving his mother and father and is out to solve it. His situation sucked, he did something about it. Now he's falling in love (or whichever), and that's normal. Tell the story your way. I'll be more than happy to read 30 chapters of two teenage boys falling in love (or whatever it is they're doing). All that said, I'll say this: (again) Shelve the story if you feel you must so you can get ahead again and see what is happening with the plot, tell an editor what's supposed to happen with a plot so they can help keep you in line. I've told a few people where I'm going with the plot in my story and its their job to kick me in the pants to get me going again when I get so full of myself that things stall, but like yourself, each scene I write has a purpose in that it, in one way or another, will help my characters evolve in one way or another, if not the story itself. Then when you feel you're done with the story, etcetera, if you want to get things done by a certain date, double post a couple of times a week if you feel that option is available. As for the readers/critics out there who were complaining about you stalling, I say this to them: (Courtesy of Lugh in chat last night) As an author, if you're going to have a character packing a book in chapter 1 of a story, then by chapter 3 the reason for that book being there had better be obvious. That said, CJ is one of the finest freaking authors I have ever had the pleasure of reading, and he has been a great mentor when I have needed him. Stop your complaining and let him write the story the way he wants to write it. He doesn't put something in a story if he doesn't need too. It's there for a reason, it just may not be obvious what that reason is until the end of the story. Hope something of this babble of mine helped. Best of luck to you CJ, Linxe

This is the very first story I read from David, and with it he captured my interest and my imagination. He was one of the men who encouraged me to take my imagination to paper, and because of that we have managed to foster a great friendship that I suspect will last a very long time. I highly encourage anyone, if they are going to read anything from David, to start with George of Sedona first.

I agree. David does rock. He has a keen imagination that I thoroughly enjoy reading about in his fantasy series.

Thank you. I'm trying to make him as believable as possible. It can be hard at times though. Like you, I want him to grow and succeed as well.

LoL. I think waking up...nm...you'll just have to wait for the next chapter. All I can say is there is a hurricane coming.

I don't know if he will or not. We'll see what happens. As for horny, he's a teenager. He's always horny.

I know what you mean by that closing thought. After my dad died and I got my 2nd DUI it made me take a closer look at myself, the things I have accomplished in life, where I was going and the actual direction I wanted to be heading. I think, at one point in life, we all end up stuck without realizing it...You can stalk me if you want. I won't mind

LoL. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Ben...Hrm...I dunno. I kind of modeled him after someone I know IRL. As for Reese, that's all still up in the air

I think she knows they exist, I think she just may have forgotten Reese was left-handed, or may have been thinking about other things.

Thanks I'm glad you enjoyed it.

My eyes adored you Though I never laid a hand on you, My eyes adored you Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see How I adored you: So close, so close and yet so far away I let out a groan and folded my arms over my chest, feeling irritated. I had been in ‘rock choir’ for a week now, and I will freely admit that I had been tempted to skip, on more than one occasion, but Elizabeth had taken it into her head to set security on me. By that I mean she’d distributed the photo o

Monday morning dawned bright and clear. I stared balefully at my alarm clock, watching as it hit 5:45. It still didn’t go off. I gave in, sat up and put my feet on the floor; hardly paying any attention to the fact that no green-eyed cat was there to bother me. My eyes instead fell to Sunday’s paper: “Local woman dies from car accident,” was what the headlines read. She’d left behind three children, and a husband. Her funeral was Wednesday. I turned my attention away from the paper, pushin