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I have posted another new Uncle Bob short story, since a lot of you ask for that kind of story. It's called Jilted Niece and it's a quick read.

My writing is still curtailed to this sort of short tale. I hope to be back to writing longer stuff in five or six months.

Thanks for reading.
Bob

I'm posting one this week I thought I had posted a while back. Somehow it slipped through the cracks. It's been available on Bookapy for a while, but I forgot to post it on SOL.

It's called Breeding Mrs Stanton and it's six chapters long. Be sure to read the foreword, so I don't get a bunch of mail complaining that I already wrote this story. It's a different story.

It will be finished being posted this week. Have a happy 4th (even you furriners, except it will just be a nice, normal day for you) and thank you for reading.

Bob

Hello to all you isolaters and contact-dodgers and mask-wearing heroes, who struggle on, even though Nature is trying to kill us all. Like many of you I was struck down by the dreaded Covid, too, so I have been isolating as well. It gave me some time to write, though, and a new book named Family Game Night is the result. It is similar in plot to Dad's Dating Advice, but with very different characters whose lives are different as well.

It's seventeen chapters long, with an afterward that isn't really part of the story, so does not have to be read. I'll put out a couple of chapters a day until I run out of chapters.

I got a couple of shorter things finished, too, but we'll talk about them at some future date.

Be well. Maybe when every swinging dick (or bouncing boob) has caught this thing we'll gain enough herd immunity to get ready for the next one.

Thanks for reading,
Bob

Hello again. This time I'm posting one that's a little different than my usual story. On the other hand it has many of the same elements I'm known for.

The most important thing I want to say about it is for you not to be put off by the title. The title is a little deceptive but I just couldn't resist using it.

It's called But I Thought you were Gay! and it's a western. Rather than rehash why the title is misleading, just read the foreword, which explains things.

It's seven chapters long so it will be posted in one week.

I hope many people have a good time with it.

Thanks for reading.
Bob

The way I write is that I'll be driving down the road one day and I see a billboard that gives me an idea for a story. Or I hear something on the radio. As soon as practicable I jot down the idea and put it in my "projects folder". If I finish something, then I can go look in the projects folder for something else to do.

The other way this happens is that I'm reviewing something I already wrote, and which one of my kind readers has notified me has a mistake of some kind in it. I also review stories when a reader makes a specific comment such as "I loved the ending of chapter three." I go look and see how chapter three ended. Believe it or not, I can't remember the details of all 300 books and stories I've written.

So I'll be re-reading a book and think "Oooo, it could have gone this way!"

So I write it "this way". The plot is similar, but the characters are different. It's kind of like the way I do Alpha, Bravo and Charlie versions of the same book.

Some of you have heard all this before, but I wanted to remind you because I'm going to put up a two chapter "re-thinking" of some other things I've written.

It's called Preparing Amanda for Marriage. It won't go behind the pay wall until it's combined into an anthology of short stories that gets marketed, so you can take your time reading it.

It's basically about a father (who happens to be a teacher) who actually looks at the curriculum for what is called "Sexual Education" in his school. He feels like it does nothing to prepare young people for becoming sexual adults. He feels compelled to give his daughter some home schooling on the subject, since she has been asked to prom.

As I said, old plot, new characters.

I hope you read it and I hope you enjoy it.
Thanks for reading.
Bob