Short Story: Love Is Thicker Than Blood

I have a story to share with you.

It’s about a man we’ll call Junior (just a nickname.) Junior had a fairly normal life as he was growing up. Bike rides, great friends, tee ball, slumber parties, pool parties, you get the idea.

Then one day, in his late teens, Junior’s world was shaken. Long held family secrets came to light. Sounds like the overused plotline of a Lifetime tv movie, but it was now Junior’s life.

He learned that the father he had known his whole life wasn’t his father in the biological sense.

Even so, he decided that the man he’d grown up knowing as his father remained so in his heart, regardless.

After all, blood is thicker than water, but Love is thicker than blood.

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Further Update On My Writing Commission

My writing commission is going well thus far, spent a bit of this morning brainstorming and fleshing things out with the client further.

He evidently had a well developed character (years in the making) that he wants me to write the story around.

I just really hope I can do it justice, since he put so much thought into it.

On second thought, I’m going to be confident about it, and not let doubt trip me up.

Got A Writing Commission

Good afternoon Dear Ones.

So a lot has happened in the last few hours. I was commissioned for a writing project. I have been resting up so that I could bring my A-game to that assignment.

The person that gave it to me said there’s no actual deadline, which is great, but I don’t want to leave things hanging either.

The client gave me a great place to start, an outline of the general requirements/desires for the project, which helps a lot.

Overall, I’m pretty excited.

Responding To A Writing Prompt

I thought I’d respond to one of the given writing prompts. The prompt was “Have you ever performed on a stage or given a speech” both of which I have done.

I remember taking part in Christmas and Easter pageant type things over the years, among other things as a child.

I miss those days, they were such a delight. I love that this prompt allowed me to reflect back on those days.

Why I’m Skeptical of Abuse “Revelations” In So Called Memoirs Written For Profit

I’m skeptical often of people who put accusations of abuse and such into so called memoirs etc. that they’re writing for profit. Especially if they NEVER made the claims until they were trying to drum up interest in said books.

It’s a well known, albeit unfortunate fact that in our society, scandal sells.

Also, claiming victimhood of some form or another is en vogue these days, unfortunately. People who claim victimhood for attention or profit do a disservice to people who’ve actually been abused, and they ruin lives and legacies w/their false accusations as well, sometimes irreparably.

It’s also interesting to me how many times, such accusations are made after the accused has died, and can’t challenge (or at least answer) such charges. In such cases, it’s the family of the accused that suffers the fallout.

New Morning Notes

Every writer, at some time or another wonders if all their best work is done. They wonder if they’ve murdered the last ember of their creativity, or they wonder if they were ever really any good at the craft at all. My point is, doubts and questions for a writer are as natural as the hues of leaves changing every year. If you have questions, if you have doubts, those don’t have to be the end of days to your writing career.

Step away, take a breath, examine your heart, your soul, your mind, your previous work, gain some perspective. Never force creativity, because forced creativity will make your writing dull, lifeless. Passion matters as much as substance. Go out & live, deliberately. Live as if today is the last set of heartbeats you’ll get. None besides God knows how many we’ll get. If you think of, and live life as a blessing rather than a burden, you’ll be better off.

In your writing, and in general.

A Few Morning Notes

Good morning, everyone.

I’m consuming as much writing as I can. I’m hoping to draw on it later for inspiration in my own material. Writers like Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway often drew on their own life for material.

This has become classic advice among writers, to write what they know. When you have an endless well of experience to draw from, writer’s block can’t really find a good foothold.

I know of one writer who has built an entire career just jotting down his nightmares. Not that I’d always advise that or think it works for everyone, but it’s good methodology for him at least.

Early Morning Notes

It’s a bit after three, and I, I cannot sleep. So I’m watching a biography of Hemingway in the dark on screen. It’s holding my interest, so that’s a plus at least.

I am thinking of submitting some poetry to a few new venues for publication, soon. Since the Hemingway biography is running on my screen, I’m typing this up via my phone.

I’ve got so much poetry that sorting through it to see what would be fitting for which venues may present something of a challenge.

Then though, I like a challenge.