I'm a full time Salvage Archeologist who makes his own hours in the field. If the weather is too hot or too cold, I make like Goldie Locks and head indoors to try out the beds and chairs. If one is comfy, then I'll try my hand at writing.
I have several 'pillow books' on the gay front along with numerous magazine and [local] newspaper articles. I also have two books on general romance with a third in the works and have been known to actually show up for signings....once in a while.
I'm gathering bits and peices of a Gay, male/male, novel that can be found in My Lists. I've sorta put them into the order that they will appear and haven't decided on a format yet so bear with me.
When I first started writing in another group, alot of what I wrote and still write are called PWP [for, I think, Plot What Plot]. I just call them Random Acts of Writing. I do alot of that kind of thing and they are not meant to be complete works. That's where the term Random comes into play.
I'm not interested in deep descriptions of a persons looks or of the surroundings. I can imagine that on my own and, hopefully, those reading my work can do the same. Hope you like, enjoy my stuff. And hope you take the time to leave comments be it praise for my fantastic work or Flames that will singe the edges. I figure either way you at least thought something of it.
I have several 'pillow books' on the gay front along with numerous magazine and [local] newspaper articles. I also have two books on general romance with a third in the works and have been known to actually show up for signings....once in a while.
I'm gathering bits and peices of a Gay, male/male, novel that can be found in My Lists. I've sorta put them into the order that they will appear and haven't decided on a format yet so bear with me.
When I first started writing in another group, alot of what I wrote and still write are called PWP [for, I think, Plot What Plot]. I just call them Random Acts of Writing. I do alot of that kind of thing and they are not meant to be complete works. That's where the term Random comes into play.
I'm not interested in deep descriptions of a persons looks or of the surroundings. I can imagine that on my own and, hopefully, those reading my work can do the same. Hope you like, enjoy my stuff. And hope you take the time to leave comments be it praise for my fantastic work or Flames that will singe the edges. I figure either way you at least thought something of it.
- Last seen on Feb 25 8:45 PM. Member since November 7, 2006.
- I am a 24 year old guy (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm playing Indians and Italians. Me the Indian and the part of the Italian will be played by my partner Frankie ..
- I have 750 comments, 5 contests, 83 stories
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I love the taste of his cigarettes. I constantly nag him to stop, for the obvious health reasons. I hate the smell. The smoke causes my eyes to water. The ashes end up everywhere. But I love the taste of smoke. I love when h300 words, 4 comments, May 20, 2008
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Clary--Selene--Tayy on July 25jeez, i see you dont come on often...
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Miss Chell on June 13, 2007You were the first person to ever comment my stuff and as much as I hate to admit it, I was dependent on other peoples opinouns and I owe a great debt to you for keeping me going.
I haven't heard much from you lately, but I just wanted you to know that your writing is so amazingly inspiring. If there is anyone to truly admire on this site, it's you. The things you write always keep me at the edge of my seat and always interested until the end. -
Lexie the Only on March 12, 2007I've been reading quite a few of your pieces, and well I must say that I enjoyed them quite a bit.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know that I like your work though I didn't leave comments on the stories themselves.
Keep writing, keep dreaming, and by all means keep loving.
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westracine on February 28, 2007I love the variety of writing styles and subject matters that you do. I never know, when opening up a story, what road it's going to take. One story is a serial killer, the next a love story, followed close behind by slashing of the wrists -- and one where I swear the guy loves his gun more than any one or thing else.
Keep 'em flowing and I'll keep reading 'em.
