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I'm posting a new one this week called A String of Pearls. It's written in a different way that will be strangely familiar to my regular readers. The description will probably make you scratch your head and think about moving on, but if you come to SOL looking for my output, give this one a chance.

It's short, only four chapters, which means a chapter each on Monday through Thursday.

Now, I have to confess something here, myself. I had two stories ready to go, and this one really should have been posted after the first of the year. You'll understand that on Thursday. The problem is I get impatient sometimes and this one was jumping up and down yipping, "Post me! Post me! Post me first!" Once it actually is 2018, it won't matter, but just for a month, if you read this, you get to go on a time machine to the future.

Thanks for reading.
Bob

Greetings an hallucinations. I say hallucinations because this blog entry is going to ramble a bit.

As many of you know, my writing style is unconventional. At least I think it is. I work on three or four projects at the same time. I'm pretty sure most authors stick to one idea and finish that before they open another can of worms.

What that means, as I've said before, is that sometimes multiple projects get finished around the same general time.

And what that means is that between now and the end of January, I'm going to post at least two, and maybe three things.

The first of them is called Vacation At The Beach. It's pure coincidence that I'm posting a story about a warm beach when it's about to get cold and snowy. But if it helps ...

The other thing is that, when you write a lot about any genre, there's only so much you can say before you start repeating yourself. I write a lot of incest, and I wanted to try something that felt different. So I think this story is different.

This story has some darkness in it, specifically because it flirts with the concept of what some would call molestation. I am not trying to minimize the dangers of molestation, and I believe molesters - people who force their attention on the young and innocent - should be put where they can't hurt anyone. Some of that plays out in this story.

But I also learned, during my life, that not all "victims" feel like victims. Some victims have to be taught that they are/were victims. A good example is the recent hubbub about the team doctor who molested girls on the U.S. Olympics gymnastics team. More than one of the girls - the victims - said they weren't aware that anything bad was going on at the time. They just thought it was part of his treatments.

Now, of course, they're horrified and want justice.

But you see the difficulty, here. If something happens to someone that they don't perceive as bad, or evil, or whatever ... then the only reason they're a victim is because someone else tells them they are. And if they actually enjoyed what happened, the problem is even bigger. If they say they enjoyed it, then people treat them like something's wrong with them. They're taught to feel guilty about something they had no control over.

In "civilized society" it isn't up to the participants to decide what's good and bad. Society does that for them. And the only nod society gives them is to call some things "victimless crimes." The salient point there is that it's still a crime.

I don't pretend to have any answers. I just write stories about people in unconventional situations. I'm a philosopher. I like to imagine how people might react to strange stimuli under unexpected conditions.

And, after all, isn't that what fiction is for? Real life can (and does) crush us pretty regularly.

That's why things end up happy in most of my work.

Even if it's about an "icky" kind of situation.

So I hope you can enjoy this slightly seamy story about people to whom odd things happen, stimulating their subconscious minds to let them do something they never thought would happen.

Thanks for reading.
Bob

A note on the new story, You Have To Choose.

As those of you who follow my work probably already know by now, I'm a bit impulsive now and then. I also work on more than one project at the "same" time, meaning I work on whatever my muse is excited about at any given moment.

My muse got excited about this Halloween story, but she did it pretty late and then nature intervened in terms of me ripping out a bunch of carpet and replacing it with hardwood flooring. My back did not appreciate this and I lost a week of productive writing time while I was flat on my back avoiding moving more than I just had to.

This is not an excuse, but it did severely restrict the amount of time there was for review of the story when it finally got finished. Michelle did get a quick look at it (one day versus her normal week or more) but Andy, who has a life of his own, did not.

What I'm saying is that the quality they have spoiled you with may be somewhat lacking. Andy will read it when he gets time, and send me notes, so eventually anything wrong will get fixed.

This is why there's no end note on this story. I'm flying solo on this one. All I ask is that you give me a soft place to crash in if you notice problems.

Thanks for reading.
Bob

I'm going to post a new one for Halloween. It's a departure from my normal thing, but I wanted to stretch my fingers a bit. It's in the review process right now, but I'll post half of it on Monday the 30th and the rest on the 31st.

Since it will only be on the lists for two days, this is fair warning to everybody. Be sure to check the codes. You've never seen me use a bunch of them.

I must apologize to those people who I told something that turns out not to be true.

I told some of you that the Bravo version of Shooting (in) Hannah was twelve chapters long. It turns out that chapter twelve had chapters thirteen and fourteen folded into it. All the proofreading and editing is done with the story in one file. The last thing I do is break it up into chapters. In this case, I failed to pull 13 and 14 out of things and give them their own identity.

So when you read chapter twelve, it's not finished.

Sorry for the confusion.
Bob