Rachael Ross: Blog

I've been reluctant to post anything in this blog because I'm not Rachael Ross and the idea of putting words in her mouth is an intimidating prospect. Unfortunately, she seems to have a fetish for making people uncomfortable and has been pushing me to do my job.

The following stories will move from the Rachael Ross pen name to the God of Porn pen name:

Rache - Naked in School
http://storiesonline.net/s/69869

Make a Wish
http://storiesonline.net/s/69514

Lost Victories
http://storiesonline.net/s/65538

Rachael desires to reduce the number of stories appearing under the Rachael Ross and rache pen names. She believes that most SOL readers do not look past the first 2 or 3 pages in an author's library. When I pointed out that God of Porn already has a large number of stories, she waved her hand and said, "I don't care about that one."

Irrefutable logic.

There are a significant number of stories in the SOL posting queue. Basically every story she's ever written is pre-programmed to appear on the site at random intervals over the next 12 months. According to Rachael, "Babymaker will update the same day Motherfucker does, and that won't happen until it scores a six." Updates for her only other open-ended story, T.S.Severe's Brandy, are already in the posting queue.

She's in the hospital at this time (Jan 23 2012) and undergoing treatment for her illness. Rachael's in good spirits, happily complaining, and spends much of her time planning a trip around the world before returning to Australia with her family sometime in late May/early June.

I'll update this blog whenever there's anything of interest to report. Hopefully, Rachael will soon be able to do this herself. She's emphatic that I express her appreciation for the many positive emails she's received and regrets being unable to immediately respond. So far as I know, her email access is limited to whatever her husband decides to print out and let her read. As you would expect, everyone around her is being very protective of Rachael's emotional well-being.

That's about it.
Peter

This will have to be my last post of 2012, at least by me personally. That makes no sense. Never mind. Ummm...I'm still promoting my stats, for no good reason except I can. Anyone feeling insecure about themselves or their stories should look at God of Porn statistics. Or better yet, Just Plain Jane's stats. Seriously. You have to get Zen about the numbers and find a happy place doing what you love.

Find them here!

A friend of mine is taking over. His name is Peter. He's an editor by profession, not choice, and I know him personally. He has access to all my SOL accounts as well as my ASSTR website. He's not me, so don't expect him to rant very much. I've queued up as many stories and chapters as possible to make his life easier. They will appear over the next twelve months at random intervals. I updated my website as much as I could, as quickly as I could. There are a few more things I wanted to put up, but Peter knows what I want. He has the entire "rache collection" at his fingertips. Life is an unfinished business.

I won't be online. It's been a fun ride and I've been pretty lucky, all things considered. About a year ago they gave me a year to live, but I guess the accountants figured out that I'm rich and they gave me another six months. I'm assured it won't be a vacation and that suits me; I'm a workaholic by nature. That's the way it goes, right? Thanks for reading, for loving, hating, and ignoring me over the years. I met some awesome people, you know who you are, I think. I hope. I'm sorry I can't answer all of my emails.

Things I've learned: No matter how badly I write, people will still read me. No matter how well I write, someone will find a flaw. Sugar cubes are God's greatest gift. I could have lived without the internet, but gravity is pretty fucking handy. My over-priced education was worth every penny. If I could, I'd do it all over again.

Now, if you don't mind, I want to spend some time with my kids.
rache

Hi. thought I'd let interested readers know what's going on. I haven't been writing any Trent: Babymaker lately. I've been focusing on "Motherfucker" which is basically the same character but in much less fortunate circumstances. I need to finish that story as soon as I can.

Unfortunately, the holidays are taking precedence. I'll be in the hospital after the new year. I actually wanted to go during Christmas/New Years, but they said no. I think they over-booked.

I'm going to be posting quickly to God of Porn. Some stories will be uber-friendly, like "Daughters of Orion" which is in the posting queue right now. Other stories will be decidedly less pleasing to the average reader's gentle sensibilities. Like Betsy's Bad Intentions, which should only have about 73 downloads. It isn't really meant for the rest of you, but feel free to be disappointed.

And that's about it. Happy holidays. Make a good resolution for new years and get kinda drunk.

rache

I wrote chapter 16 and I'm no rocket scientist so I probably shouldn't have tried to play with the formatting all by myself without supervision...But I did.

I'm just warning you and if it posts screwed up, and the chapter looks bad, I'll fix it next week. I'm taking off for the weekend. And boy! Do I need it.

Chapter 17 may be a while in coming due to Mistletoe.

rache

...until after reading chapter 15

Just to make sure, here's a little story to fill the space and give you time to leave. (Babymaker notes follow)

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Eating Cereal

I looked in the cupboard and couldn't find my favorite bowl. The yellow one with the blue flowers around it seemed to be missing. A small panic gripped me, threatening to spoil everything until I looked inside the dishwasher. I took a deep breath and smiled at my silliness. Sometimes I like to forget things, such as putting away the dishes once they're clean and dry.

Upon the table I placed my bowl and went to the cupboard again, this time for my cereal. I found the box right where it was supposed to be. My many silver spoons were all in their drawer and I selected one at random. I've never had a favorite spoon or anything. I retrieved fresh milk from the refrigerator and sat down on a wooden chair near the window.

There's a comfort to preparing cereal. It's a friendly chore, simple and not complicated, and with a little practice even a small child can do it easily. I've done it many times and most often while thinking of other things. After filling my bowl with cereal and pouring the cold milk, I sprinkled sugar over the top. The crunchy sound made me smile as I eagerly pushed my spoon into the flakes.

At the time, I thought it the best bowl of cereal I'd ever had, but they're all about the same.

The end

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Okay, about Babymaker Chapter 15

It was awfully tempting to end the story with this chapter and promise a sequel "Babymaker II" ...But I decided not to do that. I'll continue with the original novel. So you can expect a chapter 16, but it's gotta be a real good one. I can't just shoot the main character and then not follow it up with something...Good.

Chapter 15 is a Transition, it changes things and allows a greater freedom for the story to develop. I didn't do it just because I couldn't think of anything else. I had a lot of thoughts. Actually, I was going to do a Murder-Suicide and kill off Dad, but I kinda like him and that seemed too harsh.

So I know this is a little unexpected. Some of us have doubts and we're nervous, but I never claimed to be predictable. Sometimes you just gotta hang a left to get where you're going. Except, I don't know where that is.

Pretend I didn't say that.

Okay? So, I just wanted to let you someone is in the cockpit and driving the airplane.

Merry New Year!
rache