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It's been years since the last time I wrote a story (I've written poems in between, however). There was this story fragment that started off with the main character trying to jump off Golden Gate Bridge, but it was never finished. It was very emotionally taxing to say the least, and the amount of research done on suicide eventually lead me to give up. My life experience just wasn't there, and my own emotional state wasn't the best either to carry on such stake. The story idea has been recycled, and that's the starting point of The Sojourner of San Francisco (final title TBA). The story will have twelve chapters. Each single-page chapter is called a Letter, and each letter will be accompanied by a couple of photos (which adds another page to each letter) to document Sojourner's one-year stay in San Francisco in the year 2019. It's a mix of fiction (the main story) and non-fiction (history of San Francisco, and political subtext). Since I am also the photographer, the travelogues accompanied the photos are largely non-fiction as well. The original Letter 01 started out by the shore of Golden Gate Bridge (suggesting the narrator survived the suicide), but that was scraped. The entire idea the narrator is a suicide survivor is very discreet in the new version (as well as main character's homosexuality, which leads to his depressed mental state). For the sake of story arc, the first two letters the narrator (Sojourner) wrote to his Perfect Stranger seem to have positive outlook of a new relationship. It's a slow burn story, but it'll dive into heavy subjects very quickly. It's a very delicate puzzle I am currently working on actually: how to deliver a slow burn story in just twelve pages? If I put on heavy subject way too early and for way too long a duration, readers will burn out and desensitized. The climax would appear to be very flat. That's not a good story arc.... My current plan is to deliver comic relieves in between, but given the word economy this story requires, that's the most difficult task. I am not a very good comedy writer either. The story will have three layers: travelogue layer (Sojourner's physical and mental journey), family relationship layer, romantic relationship layer, plus political events sprinkled throughout which will intertwine with Sojourner's story. It's mostly a coming-of-age story, but with a twist: it's an (older...) adult coming-of-age story. The narrator is more or less my age in his forties. I've written coming-of-age stories before, but not with such age group. I personally think it's easier to write a story for an age group that I can truly say "been there, done that." However, the more advanced age means more complex mental processing that's going on in the main character's mind. People's interaction becomes more indirect, problems no longer have a clear answer, way too many things are going on at once. The very compressed story reflects that (three layers after all...). On top of it, the story might mention some events from twenty plus years back.... Not that I have any choice, as this COVID-19 long break may be coming to an end soon, so I have to finish the story before I return to work or I'd probably have to put the project on hold. It's not a story I can write on spare time or over the weekend, because it's just too emotionally taxing and might affect my work performance. As with my other stories, there might be cameo appearance of Ashi (yours truly) in one form or another, and/or a cross-over character from another story. Just to make things more interesting. 😄
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I miss interacting with readers. And since CDMX won't be published for a while, how about a look at part of chapter one?
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A couple of weeks ago someone mentioned the s*** word. And then I heard there fell s*** at some places. I think it's safe now to think of the Ch********* word, especially together with a story. A month from today, I will post the first chapter of my new/ old Ch**story Baby, it's Cold Outside. Sneak peek: I was on the subway, the hood of my jacket still drawn over my head against the nasty weather, mentally going through the list for the big dinner I had planned, when I heard Peter's distinctive laughter. I would have recognized it anywhere, these deep rumbling chortles that always made me feel warm inside. Surprised, I looked back over my shoulder and saw him talking animatedly to a woman I didn't know. It was too early for him to be on this train. Then I smiled. He wanted to surprise me and be home early before he had to go on that business trip tomorrow. I gathered the cloth bags filled with groceries from the floor between my feet, ready to join them, when Peter lifted his hand, stroked the woman's hair, and leaned in for a kiss.
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Working on a short story about a couple of college football jocks. Anyone interested in reading it?
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Just a short little snippet to what will hopefully be the Prequel novella for the Sci-Fi story I want to write.... “Day?” Dayton looked up from his seat at the kitchen table. “Yeah?” He stood when Colin looked like he was going to fall over and helped his husband to a chair. “You okay?” He was surprised to see Colin up and about. For the last week, Colin had been sick and all but quarantined himself in their bedroom. The only time Dayton had even seen his husband was when he took him meals, and even then, Colin made him leave immediately. Dayton understood. Colin didn’t want him getting sick, or passing on whatever he had to their daughter. As much as he understood, Dayton’s back missed their bed, and Dayton missed his husband. “I don’t think so.” Colin didn’t look it either. His face was pale, his skin sweaty, and even his voice lacked life. “I think we should take me to the medical center to get scanned.” “No.” Dayton refused to believe that Colin could be infected. “It’s just a cold. You’ll be better in a few days.” Colin shook his head. “It’s been a week, Day. And instead of feeling better, I’m getting worse.” Colin reached out and took one of Dayton’s hands in his cold clammy one. “We have to know. I can’t risk you or Sheena getting infected. You know I’m right.” Dayton did, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. If Colin was infected, that was it. He’d lose his husband as soon as he walked through the scanners.
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US Army Rangers Sergeant Bradley Thomas Kennedy lost his legs when his vehicle hit an improvised explosive device. Ranger chronicles the first couple of years following the IED incident. Will he recover sufficiently from his physical and mental wounds to lead a fulfilling live? Will he get the girl in the end? Here's a little look at the story.
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Coming to Gay Authors next weekend... A revised and expanded version of a flash piece I posted years ago in response to a weekly prompt.
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Someone mentioned Brett Davenport reminded them of Spicoli.
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I've been toying with the idea of writing a children's book. Dolphin Delivery is the working title and may change. GA limits the way in which images can be shared but I envision illustrations accompanying each scene in the book. Would love to hear what you think and if there would be an interest in the story. Here's the initial draft of the first scene. Dolphin Delivery: A Children’s Story “Daddy, Daddy! You’re home!” Liebe ran to the door and raised her arms. “Pick me up, Daddy. Pick me up!” In one motion, her father lifted Liebe and twirled her around. His baseball hat fell off when he did. “Wheee!” The little blonde girl squealed in delight. “How is my favorite four-year old?” Her father asked her after stopping and giving her a kiss and a cuddle. “Daddy! You forgot my party. I’m five now.” Liebe had celebrated her fifth birthday the previous week. “Oh, that’s right. How’s my favorite big girl.” Her father gave her a bunch more kisses all over her face and returned her to the floor. “I’m good, Daddy. I missed you.” Her father was a fireman. He slept at the fire station when he worked so she had not seen him since yesterday. “Papi’s washing Spot.” Papi was her other father. Spot was the puppy she got as a birthday present. He was white with black spots all over. “Did you go out in the boat today?” her father asked. “We did. That’s why Papi’s washing Spot. He jumped in the ocean with us.” She pointed to the dock behind the house. Her other father was on it, next to their boat, rinsing soap off the puppy with a hose. “Was it fun?” “Yeah! We had a great time. Mamma showed up and went swimming with us. She’s fat!” ILLUSTRATION Front: Blonde fireman in t-shirt and pants with suspenders holds blonde girl against his chest. Background: Dark-haired, bearded man in t-shirt and board shorts rinsing Dalmatian puppy on dock with boat next to them.