Reltney McFee: Blog

G'day, y'all! I am still around, and have half a dozen projects on various metaphorical burners. A couple seem like they will go "to print" in another several weeks, others, well, not so much. I haven't been publishing any stories, for several reasons. First, when I have several stories staring back at me from my screen, it is difficult to focus my efforts sufficiently to complete one of them. Secondly, what with work and personal life, the ability to spend a couple of hours writing is a rare commodity. Thirdly, sometimes "The Good Idea Fairy" comes to visit, and sometimes s/he does not. And, when those visits *do* occur, sometimes "The Good Idea" that The Fairy leaves, is not such a good idea. F'rinstance, there is that entire "several stories in progress, of one sort or another, at once" thing. Significant downsides.

Then there is my editing process, which consists of reading, and re-reading my story on different platforms (computer, tablet), and remedying defects so identified. Takes time.

Thank you one and all, and I hope to have something read-worthy out in a bit!

So, this is no shit, there I was...well, TDW (The Darling Wife) and I were, in actual fact, walking along deck 9 of a cruise ship, several years ago, soaking up the sun and enjoying NOT being in The Wintry North. I swear to Crom, there was this young woman, double take pretty, topless, sunning herself on a deck chair. Good News: she was ANYTHING but a maritime mammal. Bad news: she was prone. Good news? She was propped up on her forearms, doping some sort of something with her cell phone. Bad News? her breasts were, partially, hidden in her bunched up towel, and by her forearms.

In any event, it was a view that lives with me, to this very day.

AND! I have attempted to both preserve that image in prose, as well as imagine where it might have developed, in some alternate universe where my wife would not shoot me dead should I stray. (or, more likely, divorce my ass RFQ: Right Fucking Quick!)

Hope y'all enjoy. Should be released by the moderator sometime tomorrow. That would be Sun 17 October 21.

I hope folks enjoy my latest submission. it is NOT as if I labored, spending sweaty night after night wringing the last little nuance out of my tortured prose. Nay, rather, I pecked away, a paragraph here, a tweak of several words there, as I found a juxtaposition of time, energy, inspiration, and pronounced lack of other, more important, things to do.

Comments are welcome.

A third story in the series about Ashley, and our developing little family. Tim re appears, and won't take "Go away!" for an answer.

Reader "Rrrosco" suggested that recounting Kathy's Mom's reaction would be interesting to him.

As I thought about it, I realized that it would interest *me*, as well.

Here ya go. Light on the sex, more transactional. I hope y'all enjoy it.

Thanks for reading!