Reltney McFee: Blog

"If I Found A Reason To Stop Drinking", which is a continuation of "Maybe If I Got Hungover", has been submitted. I hope you enjoy it, and I'd enjoy any (constructive) feedback you may care to present. Thanks for reading!

I added a new chapter, Chapter Six. I anticipate a couple of additional chapters, but that depends upon both inspiration by my muse, and time lining up with no more important things to do than write porn for free.

I spent three months working a second temporary, full time, job about 12 counties away. Good news: Bills Paid! Bad News: no free time makes Reltney a dull boy. Bad News part Two: Dull Boy Reltney, writes even less/more poorly than his baseline. So, I'm recovering and starting to write, a little, again.

I have two or three other stories that I am nibbling away at, as inspiration strikes me. Please, stay tuned!

The new story, "...If I got hung over....", is a thought experiment. (after a fashion, I suppose all my stories are). It ties into my previous blog post, as it features a young lady from my workplace. It is strictly fantasy, first because she has her own little family, and any move on my part to enact my dreamworld in reality, would present a severe threat to her and the people in her circle. Bad Ju-ju.

Then, there is the fact that The Longsuffering Wife, is a better shot than I and would look, to say the least, unfavorably, upon such adventures on my part.

So, when I am imagining a story, and pondering plot twists or how a particular difficulty might be credibly worked out, I will be confronted, from time to time, with the dissonance between my dreamworld, and the real world in which I labor. And, in which cute young women do not find themselves compelled to engage me in romantic interludes.

Fascinating stuff, eh-whot?

Hope you enjoy the story.

Maybe it isn't such a good idea to feature a woman with whom I work in my stories/fantasies. By way of example, I greeted a co worker the other morning, thinking as I did so, "Weren't you naked, and tied up in my bed, begging for my dick, when I last saw you?"

Kinda disconcerting, the stark contrast between my remarkable, sexual Walter Mitty-esque imaginary life, and my pedestrian real life.

So, thank you one and all. Wriggle suggested a resource for my family and me to use regarding dealing with my mother: Thank you, very much!

I have reposted my (reviewed) (looks clean) version of the complete story. I hope folks enjoy it, without the jarring discontinuity of "Whoa! I've seen this chapter before!".

Thank you all for reading, and commenting.

And, for those who care, my sons have stepped up as MEN, volunteering to drive out to my mother's, on short call, and pack her up and move her. (proud pappa moment!) In short, all my (first world) drama, is settling out.