Here's proof that I am indeed still alive and writing: a chapter of Road Rash.
To the reader who took me to task because I had codes in the story info that related to sexual activity and he'd read five chapters of indecision and chastity, I hope this makes you feel like there's some erotic content there.
To the readers who might not relate to our Jenn in this story, she's a lot like a girl I knew, terribly smart, terribly quirky, prone to analyzing everything that went on between us. Yeah, Sweetie! You're Jenn!
Lots of road work of late, but that's hardly something to hide behind. I mean, I COULD write in the hotel room, you know. I did quite a lot of that.
Truth is, i have 'muse' problems again. I sort of lost it on Community so I bounced half a chapter back to the other guy for some ideas. I'm waiting on those.
In the meantime, Road Rash gets a chapter. It's at the editors right now and should be posted soon. turns out that Jenn is a bit quirky, but then, that's just what Chuck needs. They get to find out how MUCH they need, at least in Round 1 and Round 2.
I also took a look at dear sweet Kimberly. That's open on the desktop right now.
I haven't given up writing. I told you guys long ago that I sort of fall in love with my girls and I enjoy giving them life.
Hang in there with me and let's see where they go.
I just sent a chapter of Road Rash to the editor.
Life has intruded majorly of late. Between the summer doldrums and some really interesting things at work, writing sort of slid off the plate. it's back now.
I've started the next chapter of Community so we can see what happens when Duncs and Amy mesh up with the rest of the gang.
As an aside, a couple of years ago I ghost-wrote three stories for a reader. I'd sure like to see where they're published.
I had a wonderful couple of days' worth of comments. Dozens, all but one positive, several wanting to discuss the inclusion of Amy and Duncs into the Community, something that neither Duncs nor I had plans for when we went into this thing. He and I have gone back and forth, and I guarantee it will be interesting.
I also had dozens of comments on my friend's gumbo recipe. I find that there are displaced Cajuns all over the world, and there are people who're anxious to try the recipe on their own. Go for it! Cajun cooking isn't rocket surgery. The first gumbo I remember eating at my great-grandmother's house was cooked on a kerosene (paraffin for my friends across the Pond) stove. Nope, no wood. Wood is rather scarce on the prairies of South Louisiana.
Anyway, I managed a chapter of Kimberly along the way, and somewhere in the middle of their happy world travels, Jo and Stoney are going to show back up, and I'm quite happy in my little universe.
No, it's not 'cold fusion', people.
I succumbed to requests in comments to my stories (which are YOUR stories) wherein a lot of gumbo gets cooked, and I posted a recipe from a friend.
On an erotic story site.
Comments have been pouring in. Quick answers:
1. 'Cajun' and 'Creole' are two different cooking genres. They're NOT the same. Both have gumbo traditions. They're NOT the same. I am Cajun. So you get a Cajun recipe. Authenticity? I have seen this very recipe cooked by four generations of my own family.
2. Nobody wrote anything down. I tried several times to capture Mom's recipes. They condense down to "use this much. Or a little more if you like it, or a little less if you don't, or if there's not much in the garden." The fact that this recipe is written down is a miracle in itself.
3. It's supposed to be simple, with stuff available in a Cajun prairie household without refrigeration. If you couldn't grow it or keep it in the pantry, then it didn't make it into the recipe.
4. It's supposed to be plain ol' good food.