Simon the Huff...

The drive down to Baltimore was helpful in one way. Simon let me know he's not ready to share his story with me, yet. He still isn't sure about me. Which I'm fine with. He can come forth when he feels the time is right. I've finally learned when I try to force a story to happen, it turns out like crap. But he could have let me know this earlier...

I also decided I don't want to do any more on Blood Angel, right now. I just finished what is, effectively, a 100K word novel dealing with men being raped, killed and made into diner fare for the universe by a jokey asshole, and just don't feel like doing any more. Dirc's novella and book took a lot of that out of me.

I am beginning to have some back-and-forth with Adam, from Dair's Window. Discussing how to handle his history up to the point where he dies...and then being the teller of Dair's story as he tries to rebuild his life. It's set in 2002 to 2010...and is hinting towards having a third part, with Dair's life inFairview as an out gay lad and his travels in Europe studying stained glass windows. Not sure that's really needed, yet.

And there's Adam's poetry. Does he get elegant and poetic as he talks of his own life and Dair's? I don't know if I can pull off the poetry aspect, and I do not want Adam to be a delusional fool about himself.

It's not going to be as expansive as Brendan's story in APoS so should fit easily into one volume. Like what I did with Bobby Carapisi. That initially came out as 3 volumes but when I got the rights back from that publisher I aligned them all into one book.

So it seems I did get some benefit from this journey. It wasn't a bad drive. I've been up and down it, before, but there's been new construction and road links arranged, so I had to use GPS a couple times to make sure I stayed on course. Took 7 hours, almost to the minute.

Now I'm ensconced in a room at a Quality Inn, that doesn't have a number on the door, no hangers, and a tiny bathroom. Wild.