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I started what seems to have become a series of stories recounting the way my father's brother mentored and guided me through my teenage years and young manhood last year. I didn't know how far I wanted to take it, but started with Uncle Frank, Andrea, sex, and me, and followed with the story of Bronwyn.
Now I am posting Uncle Frank, Robyn, sex, and me, and starting to write the next one. It is now clear that 'setting the scene' to make the action easily understandable for each story is a burden I (and probably any one following the series) can do without, so new readers would almost certainly enjoy the current story more if they started with Andrea (as I did), went on to Bronwyn, and then Robyn.

Fourteen chapters, each between three and four thousand words. It has taken a while. After my experience with previous stories, and having not enjoyed the pressure I put on myself to write to keep up with a posting schedule, I resolved to finish this story before starting to post.
That didn't work too well either. It seems that feedback, votes, and comments are an important motivator to keep me witing.
I'm going to try posting this story weekly and start writing another immediately, in the hope that feedback will boost my motivation for progressing that one.
I intend to post each Tuesday (New Zealand time) Please vote and comment.

Another Uncle Frank 'Coming of Age' story from 1960 NZ. The story of my 'second date' and first girlfriend is finished and ready for uploading. Posts Tuesday and Saturday (NZ time).

I have been working on a new "Uncle Frank' story telling the tale of my second 'date' and first 'girlfriend'.
I hope to finish in the weekend and set up a posting schedule.

Last night I posted the fifth and last chapter of Uncle Frank, Andrea, Sex, and Me. I am part way through writing a second story in the 'Uncle Frank' series. When I have finished I will set up a posting schedule. Here in NZ, we are having an exceptionally good summer, with just enough rain to keep everything lush and green, and calm enough seas to make fishing attractive. It (fishing) always goes to hell around Xmas. My Neighbour says it's all the fizz boats and waterskiers and jetskis. Personally I think it's reindeer shit in the water. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.