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August 20, 2010
Posted at 3:58 pm

Hello, boys and girls!

This blog entry is about a new story, but first I'd like to thank all of you for reading my last one, called Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and for saying such nice things about it.

What kind of nice things?

Don't ask.

I won't tell.

Now that we've dealt with the nice part, let's talk just a little bit about the bitter and the sweet, or the sweet and the sour, or whatever you want to call it.

I have developed a reputation. We all do it, whether we want to or not. It's unavoidable. And your reputation says a lot about you. It is wise to pay attention to your reputation. Everybody else is.

My reputation is for writing stories with happy endings, and without a lot of drama and unhappiness in them. Those of you who really know me know that's crap. My stories are chock full of drama. It is true, though, that there's not all that much unhappiness in most of them. We all have plenty of unhappiness in our real lives. Why would I want to throw more at you? Some of you have a lot of drama in your lives too.

But the difference is that the drama and occasional unhappiness I put into my stories probably isn't the kind of thing you (the readers) face in real life. For example, I've written about the drama of loving more than one woman at the same time and making it work. Let's face it. Most of you don't have that problem. And the unhappiness I put into a story here and there also isn't likely to be the kind of thing you have to deal with in reality. Remember, in The Babe Bike Blues, how Bob dealt with the gang banger unhappiness in his life? I'm pretty sure the whopping majority of you are not called on to casually cut people's ears off.

Now I have said that because the next story I'm going to post is one that I consider to be dark, and full of unhappiness and drama. Michelle says I'm full of shit, but that's just her opinion. I'd rather err on the side of my reputation by warning you.

Actually, this new story was supposed to be part two of a story I wrote a while back called Be Careful What You Wish For. That story was a spoof on the genre of stories I'll just call the stupid blond, wimp husband gets cuckolded by his much smarter huge dick-seeking wife. This genre is another one of those that I don't really understand, because I can't actually fathom some guy actually wanting his wife to cuckold him with a guy who has a giant dick and takes her away from him. Unless he hates her. But they never write it that way.

And they do write them. There are hundreds and hundreds of those stories, and they're very popular.

So I wondered why.

And I played around with the concept by spoofing it and making the guy way too blond, so to speak.

But there was always the other question in the back of my mind: What would it probably really be like if something like that happened?

Talk about your drama and unhappiness.

So I started a story that had a guy in it who was stupid, but not dumb. And a woman in it who knew what she would put up with and what she wouldn't.

Now we're getting closer to reality. You know what I mean?

I even put in a number of other elements that the genre often contains, such as some interracial stuff, since that's really big. But I changed the black guy into more of what black guys I actually know are like.

In other words, I tried to write a story that was in the genre, but had a more realistic kind of flow to things. Something that could happen.

I'm told that's part of my reputation too. Even though I write about strange and unlikely things, the reader finds him or herself saying "Well ... it could happen."

OK, so now you know where I was at, months, and maybe years ago when I started this odd kind of cuckold, cheating story. Which, by the way, is not what I'm known for.

That could be why it got shelved.

But shelved things in my projects folder don't like to be shelved. And this one started pissing and moaning that it was a different kind of cuckold, cheating story, and should be given a chance to frollic and play in the meadow like the other stories.

So, to get it off my back, I finished it.

It's not what I usually write. It has real unhappiness in it (in my opinion.) But it also has resolution. It's a modern day fable, with a moral to the story. It could happen, though probably not as written. But philosophically, we treat each other the way the characters in this story treat each other, and the general scheme of things could come about.

In fact I suspect it has come about. I hope not to you.

Either in the past, now, or in the future.

Another thing about it is that it has five very short chapters. It's about as long as one of my normal two chapter stories, but there is a reason I arranged the chapter length the way I did. I'm not going to tell you why now, but if you read the story, can't figure it out, and actually want to know, I'll be happy to explain my reasoning then.

The ending?

It's bittersweet. It is, in a very strange way, a typical Lubrican ending. But we get there on a very different path than usual, either in my writing or in that genre.

Finally, this isn't the kind of story to string out and tease you with. I'll post the whole thing, all five chapters, on Monday, the 23rd of August. It will only be on the new stories page that day, and maybe only in the morning. There won't be any updates with new chapters. That's going to cut down on the amount of people who notice it ... but then again ... this isn't a typical Lubrican story.

So there you go. Now you can decide if you want to read it or not. I think you have enough information to make an informed decision. I just didn't want to get a bunch of mail saying things like "What the fuck is wrong with you?" or "Where the hell did this come from?"

I still will, but it will be from people who don't read my blog. And what do they count for anyway? <grin>

Thanks for reading (or, in this case, not)

Oh yeah. Silly me. This new story is titled Losing In Vegas.