Blog Update 11/29/2014
First of all, I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving, even if that meant sitting out in the cold waiting for sales. I had a wonderful Thanksgiving, in spite of the foot of wet snow I woke to. Not much makes me happier than having those I love close to hand. Now they’re vulnerable to random hit and run hugs. At the end of the day, the only concession to the present day retail-based view of the Christmas season I was willing to make was turning on my outdoor lights.
Like good writing, the Christmas Season is best when it’s simple and direct with few unnatural adornments. I still love the season, and too manage that I try to filter out as much of the noise as I can. I don’t strip it bear, but I edit it to a degree and type that it stays meaningful to me. I like the decorating and all it stands for – I’m not beyond spending a week or more getting everything just so. It’s just my wife and I now – my son has moved away, my parents are gone, she’s not close to her family – and it puzzles her why I still make such a big effort when is just us.
She’s not a sentimentalist like me, but she has her ways. Way back when, she taught my son how to drive in an old but perfectly serviceable Toyota Corolla 5-speed – she insisted he learn on a standard, which, like riding a bicycle, is never forgotten once learned. Considering she’s only 10 years older than him, he accepted her demands with a minimum of attitude – they could be like teenage siblings at times.
Anyway, one of the ways she taught him was that on the one night of the week he was free of hockey he’d take us for a drive through the rural suburbs and the wealthy neighborhoods skirting the city limits to take in the various outdoor Christmas displays. This was in the days before an outdoor display had to put a Rush concert to shame to be worthy of a look. This demand of my wife’s had a multitude of positive purposes. He learned how to drive a five speed on twisting dark roads which might be slippery, I was all thrilled by the various reasonably scaled displays (as was my wife, though she won’t openly admit it), and as she rightly pointed out, it was one way to make sure we had really enjoyable family time together.
Now that it’s just the two of us, I still decorate, but we’ve found a new, enjoyable, and truly meaningful way to spend the actual day. For that, I am Thankful. If you want a take on how Christmas has evolved for me through my life, there is a personal Christmas memoir under the “Short Stories” tab on the home page, with another soon to follow that involves Christmas. By all means, take a look.
All of which brings me to what I hope is good news. The first draft is with the editor for a broad critique, and I hope it won’t be too long before he gets back to me. In the meantime, I started working on it myself. I don’t know the significance of it, but I find myself warming to what’s looking back at me from the computer screen. I’m never fully happy with the final product. I can inevitably go back and read it after six months and cringe at some of the things I let go by.
This one has been hammered into what it is, just like a horse shoe is hammered out by a blacksmith. It has fought me every step of the way, both of us at times scratching and snarling. More hammering and filing will be needed before it’s done, but at least it has the look of a complete horse shoe.
I have one more thing I want to toss out for you. I’ve always been curious how many of you have ever riffled electronically through the stacks in my “Friends” page. That a small archive I informally host for other writers of erotica. The only conditions I impose are there will be no male sexual content, and everything that happens must be consensual.
Some of the contributors are people I hear from only infrequently, others people I’m in touch with regularly, sometimes relatively often. Two of the authors there I consider to be exceptional writers, Jetboy and Jaehla. Interestingly enough, each writes in a genre that makes a good many self-annointed open-minded people squirm uncomfortably. Jetboy writes about pre-pubertal girls in relationships with adult women.
Jaehla has so far only allowed me to post her poetry. I can understand her hesitation. Her subject matter is – hmmm – you’ll have to wait until I post example #1 within the next week or so.
This is my opportunity to remind everyone that if the content of a Friend’s posting submission meets my two requirements, I do not censor them. Period. You may run across content you find difficult to take, but caveat emptor. I will begin tagging stories to give some content heads-up – just in case.
Also remember, just because it’s posted on my site doesn’t mean I’m an aficionado. Still, if I can ever get her to let me post it, some of her writing is just breathtaking, as good as HP Lovecraft in many respects. The content is – you’ll have to wait and see.
Hang in there everyone. I’ll have Chapter 15 up before Christmas.