I was born down south of that imaginary line. I loved it. I hated it. I left it. I returned. I love it again. I'm not as old as I hope to get, but still, I am far from being young. The clock is ticking, the wallpaper is drying,(metaphor for Jerry, eh? Y'all knew that though, didn't you? My brain cells are crumbling and I reckon it is now or never. Wasn't that a song back in the dark ages? Now or Never? I live to write and yes, I write to live.
If you like a love story and mysterious cloak and dagger intrigue running side-by-side with each other, Tangier is the book for you. Tangier is an old city teeming with political unrest in the slums of Dradeb to the sodomite-influenced hi-jinks of the foreigners who lived in area of Tangier called the Mountain.
Hamid Ouazzant, who clawed his way out of Dradeb to become a police inspector in charge of foreigners is caught up in the lunacy of Tangier, and, in his own way aids and abets this lunacy and turmoil. He is determined to rid the city of the blatant homosexual play-for-pay industry. Hamid is so obsessively driven that there those who believe he is actually harming the city. Robin, his informant on homosexual activates is a flamboyant gossip column writer. The friendship between the two may be odd, but it is useful for them both. Then, of course there is Hamid's fascination with the beautiful Kalinka, who lives inside a cloud of opium, and is the oriental wife of a Russian shop owner. The husband is a suspected spy. His passion for Kalinka drives him as he tries to understand why this Russian is in Tangier.
Tangier is a book of excesses of power and moral decay. The contrast between the have's and the have not's are expertly drawn. It is during the hottest part of the summer when Ramadan begins and the city, with a little gentle persuasion from agitators puts their seething rage to practical use. Add to this furious anger, the custom of not drinking or eating during the daylight hours of Ramadan adds fuel to the hostility and tempers flare in the city. On the Mountain the foreigners outdo even themselves as they go about exploiting the city to their own perversion and taste. They throw extravagant parties even as the majority of the city, the Muslim population, swelters with no air conditioning and without food or even a drink of water during the daylight hours. There is, to quote a famous say, "A Gathering Storm."
The collective storm which is merging has many subtle and not so subtle warnings, which go unheeded as this brilliantly executed book come to its stirring conclusion. There are losers and winners in the aftermath of this storm, although the winners are not so clearly defined. That is because human nature, compassion, and respect must merge within each individual character's assessment of the powerful events which come to pass in the closing chapters. I have the highest regard for William Bayer as a writer which reaches from the pages and touches the readers in a way many cannot.
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You remember those gripping tales mixing legal suspense and Southern charm that flowed from the pen of John Grisham during the last decade. Or the great Southern drawl of earthy tradition from William FauIkner in an earlier time? It seems we have among us a modern author of similar talents, a gentleman nurtured in the steamy culture of the moist land in that network of slow-moving southern Louisiana bayous a hundred miles southwest of New Orleans. This author is none other than Jerry Pat Bolton.
Many of us have enjoyed Jerry’s adroit skills at weaving poetic wonder and short stories that play to the often flawed characters that one just knows have been an intimate part of his life, in part or in whole. Jerry has a throng of memorable literary bits and pieces and other novels to his credit.
In Write To Murder, Jerry spins a great yarn mixing two common household ingredients that are, by themselves not too alarming, and can even be inert. But when poured together through Jerry Pat Bolton's pen, they combine with a dangerous explosive force, like rubbing alcohol and peroxide. Those of us who follow him are familiar with his great yearning to write prose and poetry that is “outside the box” in its ability to penetrate the consciousness of its audience — literary derring-do that puts our wares on a shelf above those of others.
The other common element is found in abundance in that too-long list of flawed character traits of the human race. Greed, lust, avarice, cupidity, rapacity and covetousness, among others, meld into the scabs on the festering rash that Jerry Pat Bolton meticulously picks at for fodder for this book. What results is a set of colorful portraitures that tangle in a race through a Shakespearean-plotted story-line to a climactic and dramatic finish.
What more could one want in a murder-mystery than Voodoo tainted Cajun swampland harboring such a volatile mixture? Not a lot, in my opinion. Jerry Pat Bolton's latest will keep you entertained at the beach this summer or curled up in your reading chair at home. You won’t even notice the blondes strutting by in the sand or the clock ticking toward midnight at home. This is a good book. Four stars! Congratulations, Jerry Pat Bolton!
Review by R. Leland Waldrip, author of Vigilante Virus and The Last Grizzly
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The Bayou Bards, a fledgling writers’ group in the South Louisiana town of Sans Souci has a killer in its midst.
When Mary Lamb, writer of children’s books, is murdered, Detective Lee Fontaine is called from the graveyard of deskwork.
While happy to be back solving crimes, Lee finds that he has been saddled with a new partner, Farla Charlet. Lee believes that she has been assigned to him as a watchdog, ready and willing to report anything and everything he does or does not do.
The Bayou Bards consist of a colorful palette of people, including Numa Richards, who is filled with hate and rage over a literary incident during his youth, Jolene, a prostitute who takes pride in herself and her work, Vonzell St. Germaine, a rather radical writer and Hope Springs with her son Adam, who is supposed to be the greatest writer of the century in the near future, according to Hope Springs and her plans.
Write to Murder will open the world of each character to you. In a fresh and daring way Jerry Bolton brings each one of the characters into your life, lets you feel and understand their thoughts and emotions, their hopes and fears. He awakes your compassion for each and every single character coming into play during this mystery. With great skill and attention to detail the plot unfolds, while it draws you into the depth of murder, revenge and, maybe, insanity.
Occasionally you will hold your breath and then, suddenly, there will be a scene to make you smile, followed by another to bring tears close.
A true page-turner, leaving you anxious for the next Jerry Bolton novel once you’ve finished Write to Murder.
Personally we would just love to read more novels with the characters of Lee Fontaine and Farla Charlet. Maybe there could be a sequence…
Review by Roger and Birgit Pratcher,authors of The Conspiracy - The Black Sheep Squadron Strikes Back and June Bear Adventures - The Missing Pies
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Write To Murder, is another thriller from Jerry Pat Bolton. The setting is a small Louisiana town by the name of Sans Souci. When Mary Lamb, member of the Bayou Bards receives her first children’s book contract, she is murdered. Detective Lee Fontaine, town drunk drying out from when his wife left him, is ordered to work the case. Fontaine has been saddled with a new partner, Farla Charlet, a budding lesbian uncomfortable in her own skin. The two don’t rub on well together.
When the second member of the group is murdered, the team of Fontaine and Charlet close ranks to solve the murders. Adding to the flawed characters Bolton is known for, HopeSprings and her son Adam round out this strange and somewhat unholy writer's group. Hope is determined to mold and shape Adam into America's next great novelist, and Adam is rebelling.
The members of the Bayou Bards are a strange group. Rivalries, jealousies, greed, lust, avarice, and covetousness…all undercurrents in Bolton’s novels, and he spares no expense in creating a slate of writer wannabes in ‘Write to Murder.’
All the Bards have secrets, but Numa Richards, ringmaster of the Bards has the most to hide. A true thriller ending will knock your socks off as only Bolton can do.
Review by Elizabeth Lucas-Taylor, author off Unfinished Business
A circumspect story which takes its presumption from history; a love story with political ramifications and social impact. After America's second civil war, fanatical Muslims have seized power. Margaret and David: A Love Storyis the story of tragic interracial love which develops as a nation grows to understand that bigotry and suspicion are tools for oppression and hate no matter where it is found. This is a love story, a story of hope and devotion in the face of hopelessness and despair; a story which blur the lines of our multi-racial society. Margaret and David: A Love Story is about forbidden passion, political upheaval, treachery and hate
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I am pleased to include herein the most appreciated and wonderful review ofMargaret and David: A Love Story by Aberjhani, author of
Christmas When Music Almost Killed The World, The American Poet Who Went Home Again, The Bridge of Silver Wings, among others . . .
What makes Margaret and David: A Love Storyby Louisiana author Jerry Bolton such an important book to read? Answer: because few American authors dare to employ serious literary fiction to address so bluntly the issues and implications of race, religion, gender, and politics as Bolton does in this very provocative speculative write. How does he do what he does? Please keep reading.
In Playing in the Dark, her masterful meditation on "whiteness and the literary imagination," Nobel laureate Toni Morrison takes a deep unwavering look at the absence and presence of Blacks in American literature written by Whites in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. That presence, she found, was one most often marginalized to a point of token representation, or, transformed into a metaphor signifying psychological and political states of unrest. Following his own literary instincts, Jerry Bolton, white twenty-first century author, completely reverses his literary forebears' inclinations and gives African Americans center stage.
Margaret and David: A Love Storyfuses political intrigue, social theory, some rather spicy Louisiana erotic flavorings, and science fiction to construct what at its core is essentially a love story of exceptional caliber. The novel is set in the distant future after a second civil war has completely changed life in the United States as we know it in 2007. Yet this is not one more near-Armageddon vision of life in the potentially radioactive days of the future. Instead, the fall-out from the civil war in Margaret and David: A Love Story is a political one that reverses the power structure and social order both as it exists to some degree at present and as it has existed in the past. What that means in these 303 pages is that the one-time 50 United States has been changed into four major territorial zones and been renamed African-America.
As the new name of the country implies, African-Americans in Margaret and David: A Love Story managed to come out on top in the second civil war and, almost a century later, are the country's ruling first class citizens. On the other hand, Whites become second class citizens to the extreme and suffer the kind of degradations and genocidal attacks that Blacks experienced in the United States of the Reconstruction and Jim Crow years (1870s to 1960s) when murders by lynching were commonplace and Blacks were denied equal civil rights. Rather than being referred to as Caucasians or Whites, they are referred to by the derogatory Fairy, an acronym that stands for Fair-skinned and Immoral Rapscallion Yokels. There's humor in the phrase but a definite sting as well, a quality found throughout the novel.
Even more, Jews following the civil war in Margaret and David: A Love Storyhave suffered a second, seemingly fatal and final, holocaust. The established order is neither a utopia nor a dystopia but a warped attempt at a theocracy slowly crumbling due to its abuses and corruption. A radical Islamic faction controls the government even though the majority of Blacks illegally worship as Christian Baptists. Whites are not allowed to formally worship at all. As if to add killing insult to mortal injury, a reality TV program called "History Revisited" frequently broadcasts the degradation of Whites as entertainment, again, in this, one can find actual parallels in the history of African Americans.
Because we are talking here about the future, technology has also continued march forward and denizens now get around in flying cars called Bandoliers. Given the inevitable discontent of one group and the overdose on power by another, fancy cars (very much like now) do nothing to quell the tensions and conflicts that begin to materialize. Groups of white activists and Blacks secretly working alongside them struggle to achieve a concept considered abhorrent: equality.
The kind of racial transmogrification that Bolton applies in Margaret and David: A Love Story has been employed before (with differences of course) by writers such as James Sallis in his celebrated Lew Griffin Mystery
series, and the Pulitzer-Prize winner William Styron in The Confessions of Nat Turner.
French author Gene Genet accomplished a feat still somewhat astonishing in his play The Blacks, which also saw the rise of Blacks to power only to see them fall prey to human weakness before the same. Bolton takes his literary daring further than any of these.
In Margaret and David: A Love Story,when the radically-inclined Margaret Wheatly Garver, black, dares to help a witless youth named Zane, white, escape the group pursuing him, her life and the destiny of her country changes forever. Zane turns out to be the younger brother of David, a red-headed giant of a man who is revered by his people a the prophet and leader of their eventual deliverance. Margaret finds herself simultaneously attracted to and repulsed by David. He is intrigued by the courage she displays by returning his brother to Fairytown, and she is impressed by his physical stature as well as the place of honor he obviously holds among his people. Their story would have ended had Margaret simply left Zane with his brother, never to return to Fairytown, but return she does. On her second trip, she and David become lovers. However, on that same occasion, Fairytown suffers an historical massacre at the hands of the notorious Guard, one of the leaders of which is Margaret's overzealous more politically correct black boyfriend Hakeem.
The relationship between Margaret and David is as erotically charged as it is politically dynamic. So intense is the yin and yang of their connection that Bolton originally titled this novel "Margaret and David: A Love Story," which is a name it may bear again in a future edition. As dominant as Margaret and David are as the principle characters in Margaret and David: A Love Storythey are surrounded by an exceptional supporting cast. The drama they bring to the novel conceivably could produce a sequel or two of its own. Margaret's parents, A'Lelia and Douglas, may be part of the ruling class' upper crust but they are far from happy people, tortured by individual secret and political demons. The irony is all bitter when Margaret discovers that she has much more in common with both her parents and yet is far different from either of them than she ever guessed.
Likewise, David is surrounded by a group of people who in another era might have been described as "poor dumb rednecks," but in Margaret and David: A Love Story take on the admirable identity of underground resistance fighters. Bolton has a gift for grounding his characters, whether black or white or male or female, in the heat of the psychological and historical moment. Some of those moments may prove too intense for some readers but getting through them to the next one is often what good literature, and life itself, is all about.
Margaret and David: A Love Storywould not be a particularly remarkable book if all it did was present readers with a scenario of "What if Blacks were the dominant rulers of the United States"? It just so happens, however, that Bolton is a master of plot twists and turns that take readers imaginations on a thrilling flight of controlled shock and revelation that makes Margaret and David: A Love Story a very entertaining read. While David and Margaret's relationship develops, political intrigue and political disasters increase as supporters of David's movement and extremist Guard members head toward a fearful confrontation. Something unexpected occurs and, eventually, the Fairies achieve a level of victory that elevates Margaret and David to the status of celebrated revolutionaries. Their conquest, however, proves an ambiguous one that results in scenes that swing back and forth between the dramatic such as when Margaret suffers a nervous breakdown and the comic as when David finds himself trying to ward off the sexual advances of his hostess at a fundraiser. In a way, the book has two endings, which will not be revealed here. One of them might be described as brutally true to life where the destinies of committed political activists are often concerned. The other might be considered the humane and appropriate treatment of an exceptional literary heroine.
First written in 1990, and revised several times, Margaret and David: A Love Story, is one of six novels by Bolton. Incredibly, none thus far have been published by a traditional mainstream publisher and Bolton has done his reading audience the great service of making several of the novels available himself. Margaret and David: A Love Story
is not a tale that every reader will embrace. Some African American readers in particular are likely to take offense at some of Bolton's choice of similes, such as when he compares the dirt on one man's feet to the color of Margaret's face. It is, nonetheless, a book well worth reading in this 2007 day and age when so much of human life is defined by racial, religious, political, social, and economic divisions. As writer Mari (Bauer) D'India observed in her review of the Margaret and David: A Love Story, 'will most certainly make some readers angry, scare the hell out of others...' Author Sage Sweetwater, whose novels often examine society from the opposite end of the social history spectrum, hailed it as 'bold masterpiece'.
At the center of Bolton's powerful book is a message we have heard before but one that fear, greed, ignorance, and other less noble human traits keep convincing us to forget: that as human beings, love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator. The more we ignore its potential to bring greater harmony and deeper meaning to human existence, the more likely we are to continue to define history as one long inglorious record of man's inhumanity to man.
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JOYCE FAULKNER, author ofIn The Shadow of Suribachiand weekly column, "The Weekly Shriek," in The Celebrity Cafe.com
If you are looking for something new and different, Jerry Pat Bolton's new novel Margaret and David: A Love Storyfits the bill. Defying traditional definitions, Bolton combines fable with romance, science fiction with political and social commentary - Romeo and Juliet with The Manchurian Candidate to create a fast paced and eclectic read.
Bolton's book has it all - illicit love, sex, familial conflict, violence, political intrigue and religious allegory. It's a page turner that will keep you up way past your bedtime.
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Pamela Kimmell, author of The Mystery of David's Bridge
Bolton has written an extremely creative story in Margaret and David: A Love Story,which could easily be based on headlines from our future. It holds the readers attention from the first lines through the last with enough action to keep even the most ardent of thrill-seekers interested. This book is so much more than a story of what "could" be.....it's also a story of what WILL be if the world continues down its' path of self-destruction; society certainly could easily take the road depicted in this very well done book. Highly recommended.
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Mari D'India, poet
Set into the future, where flying Bandoliers take the place of Buicks, Mr. Bolton expertly guides us through the aftermath of a second civil war that totally eradicates the America we know today. In Margaret and David: A Love Storythe fifty states disappear, even the name the United States of America and the National Anthem changes to accommodate the violent civil revolution. Yet intricately woven through out this forceful and controversial tale is a powerful love story that demonstrates how love knows no boundaries, has no limitations, is more powerful than time and can heal even the most festering wounds.
Mr. Bolton's writing style is vivid, bold and lyrical, very reminiscent of the revered Margaret Atwood. That he can accurately and expertly delve into the mind and emotions of a female of another race is a remarkable feat. His empathetic skill at wearing the skin of someone so different from himself reminds me of another fantastic writer who could do this so well: Wally Lamb in his She's Come Undone
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I was born in southern Arkansas. At least that is what I have always been told. But since I grew up with a lie, how am I supposed to believe even that. I have had the spot, up around Burton's Mill (gone, gone, gone) pointed out to me that was where I was born. It is possible that is the spot, especially if the person who I believe is my real mother really is. Yep. I was adopted. The town I grew up in, Taylor, Arkansas, was small, very small. I think in those days when I was going to school (in the fifties) the population was around six hundred. You cannot keep a secret in a small town. Impossible. I take that back, you can keep secrets, but not all of them. The secret that small town couldn't keep was the fact that I was adopted. I heard whispers early on in my life, like around six or seven. I was bluntly asked one day when I was a teenager about being adopted. The secret that small town did keep was the identity of my mother. To the day I do not know. My adopted mother should never have been able to have children. And she couldn't, or my father couldn't, that's why I was adopted I guess. There would be three more boys adopted after I turned sixteen. I'm not going to go off on my mother (the adopted one) here because I wrote a book about her and a lot of other things called Misdemeanors & Felonies: A Memoir. I'm not going to go off on her, but out of the four boys she raised all four found themselves in prison at one time or another.
A lot of things happened to me after I finally confronted my adopted parents with what I had heard. I was around sixteen at the time and on the rebel-with-a-cause-road that I would travel for many, many years. I was drunk. They told me that my mother was killed in a car wreck on her way to California. Convenient, huh? Well, like I said earlier, I won't go into details about any of this, except to say from that night on I seemed bound and determined to subject myself to every hardship there was out there in that wild wilderness of America's cities and highways to subject myself to. I searched for decades for what I already had, but my mind was much to warped because of a lot of things that I wasn't able to see it.
Somehow during those crazy years I found myself in prison. I also picked up a pretty good trade as a Linotype operator, which was great for someone like me. It meant I could travel the highways and byways of this once great country and almost be assured of finding a job which paid pretty damn good. I never stayed long in any place, job or town, however. The wanderlust was dominating my psyche and I followed it willingly. Also during these days of complete abandonment of sense and morals (a lot of my wandering took place during the sixties and seventies) I managed to marry twice. I fathered two children, Paula, by my first wife and Patricia and Nick by my second one. I was no better at being a father than my mother was being a mother. Actually, my mother was a better mother than I was a father, because I left all three of my children twisting in the wind, fatherless. I am not proud of it, but now I have at least come to terms with it and I do not beat myself up quite as much as I used to. One thing. All three children "found" me. I talk to my two daughters, but Nick doesn't want anything to do with me and I can absolutely understand that. The reason I wrote Misdemeanors & Felonies: A Memoir was to answer all the questions my children might have of me. Although the book is written from my point of view, I did not make myself look like anything except what I was, a no-account wanderer, who did not have the decency to stick around and take care of the children he sired.
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My Mother's Revenge was the first novel I wrote. Although I had been "thinking" about writing a novel for many years before I actually sat down and started it, and I knew that I would someday "do it," I had no idea how it would affect me. It nearly caused a divorce. After finally "doing it" I realized that it was consuming me to the extent that nothing matter except the story. I was working offshore at the time as a cook, and I almost lost my job because of the time I was taking to "write"" when I should have been actually doing my job. But, as said, it consumed every waking hour and sometimes would wake me up at night to scribble down notes, which would turning into whole chapters, causing me to lose sleep and therefore not able to completely do my og of feeding the guys I was hired to feed. The thing was that I knew what was happening. I knew I was wrong in allowing the story to take possession of me. I knew it, but I didn't give a damn. This was the firstborn. The baby. Nothing else mattered. When I was home I spent most of my time sitting in front of the word processor (I didn't have a computer at that time) and would only come up for air to use the bathroom and eat. I only ate because I felt I had to because my wife, Dottie, cooked it for me and I felt I owned her that much. that was nice of me, huh? Even as I ate I was constantly writing myself notes and only answering her in unrecognizable grunts. I gulped the food down and rushed back to the word processor, shut the door (threatening bodily harm if it was opened for any reason except for fire) and wrote. I wrote the four hundred plus novel in three months. then took five more years or longer constantly tweaking it, even as I wrote my second novel, Margaret and David: A Love Story.
All the while I was writing cover letters and synopsis and whatever the publisher's and agent's wanted, plus the first five chapters of the manuscript or the complete manuscript. I spent much more money than I could afford to spend sending the damn manuscript here and there and . . . Wherever. Why? Because in my naivety I thought I had a book, a suspenseful thriller which would become a best seller on the New York Times Ton Ten List, plus invites to appear on Oprah and similar shows. I would be a novelist.
Of course, it did not happen. I blamed everybody but myself. "They just publish the same tired old authors, they won't take a chance on somebody new" was one of basic refrains about my failure to get a publisher to give me any encouragement. In later years, I realized that although there was some truth in that oft-repeated statement, a lot of the fault lay in the fact that I wasn't the writer I thought I was. Not that it discouraged me. No. I kept writing and kept tinkering with My Mother's Revenge until I believe I have it as good as I can write it. Then, many books, and many years later, I decided that if I was to ever hold a book I had written in my hands I would have to self publish. And so I did. And so I still do. My dream has partly come true. I am a published author. I have written nine books, working on two more simultaneously as we speak.
Enough. For now. Here is a brief synopsis and where you can find My Mother's Revenge.
Kathy Albertini has tried to distance herself from the "family" most of her life. It hasn't been easy to do because her father Angelo serves as the Godfather of the Dixie Mafia. Still, she has persevered and is working for The Times-Picayune in New Orleans. If belonging to the family merely by birth wasn't enough, Kathy is beset by memories from her childhood about her mother who sinned the unpardonable sin and was kept locked in a room as her punishment until the day she died. Kathy was a small girl, but still blames herself for not trying to help her mother.
As My Mother's Revenge begins Kathy is trying to put her life in order. Things are going good except for the nightmares; she can't seem to shake those dreams of her mother's ordeal. Into this already troubled life another set of problems arises. She is being stalked, and not only stalked, but whoever it is leaves cryptic notes in his wake. The one lone ray of sunshine is John Leveritt, the cub reporter at The Times Picayune. Finally she has met the man of her dreams. She tries to juggle John, the wonderful person she has just met and the maniac who is terrorizing her, but eventually it all gets to be much too much and she finds herself on a houseboat at the mercy of a demon from her father's past. She is merely a means to an end, and that end is the demise of her father, Angelo Albertini.
I am loving what Global Warming has wrought in my neck of the woods. Usually in August down here in the south Louisiana swamps the morning lows hover around the low-eighties to the high-seventies. Ah, but thanks to the Global Warming (I capitalize it because I fear the wrath of AlGore if I don't) it has been very cool for the last few days when I take my instance mutt for her first walk of the day. This morning it was sixty-five degrees, attabody Al!
I write. That is my thing. I am retired. Retirement was forced on me early because of my health. I have emphysema, but thanks to what I call "miracle drugs" I am able to have an almost normal life. I have been walking four miles a day, but have cut that down to two miles because I just wanted to see if I could do four miles. Now that I can I don't need to. One mile in the morning and one mile in the evening do me quite well.
I am alone. Well, except for the mutt, more on her later. I lost my wife last February 9 and had to leave where we lived to Thibodaux, Louisiana, about ten miles from Houma, my former residence. Financial deprivation was the problem. But I guess I am never alone. I have my writing and therefore all the characters I conjure up in my stories. I know they are not real, except in my mind, and I am not able to correspond with them except in directing them to perform certain things in my stories or poems.
Oh yes, I write poetry also. I write all kinds of poetry. Bad poetry. Good poetry. Better poetry. In fact as of about two weeks ago I have begun a novel told in the poetry style. That's something new, never attempted that before. I'm up to thirteen chapters now and am enjoying it. On top of that I am writing a suspense novel I have named Shared Madness.So, you see, I am really not alone.
How we deceive ourselves. Of course I am alone. My characters are characters, not a person. I want that again. I desire to meet a woman who love to read or write novels and poetry. I would like to bounce ideas off her and just communicate with her about . . . Well, everything. I miss that. I miss that very much. I suppose I will eventually run across her. Hopefully. But I am a seventy-year-old man with a couple of chipped, bad teeth in front, which I suppose isn't too attractive. I'd get them fixed, but I can't. I don't have the money and I can't find a dentist who takes Medicare. Sex? Sure. That part of me hasn't left, although I am not as passionate about it as I once was, I still like to "do it."
Later I will get into more about me, my writing and whatever happened, happens and will happen in my life, but for now I'm outta here. Got to watch Grand Torino. Because I told someone I would. A man of my word.
