Thursday, September 4, 2008
UPDATES
TJay
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Pride and Prose

How hard it is to be proud of my writing? Really hard!
The latest short story is called 'PETEY' and it is something that popped into my head early this morning following a early (2AM) dream about people in my past. There is real and fake parts. Which ones? Those close to me will know. Otherwise, it's all a guess to the rest of you.
What does it take to love someone fully and accept them lock, stock and barrell?
You tell me... Look for the story tonight
Thursday, August 21, 2008
LOVE AND ROCKETS or ENJOY THE SILENCE

I can here the Ex now... "It's Japanese porn!" TJay: "Shut up! It is not Japanese porn. This is Japanese porn (as I pull out another book and flip open the pages)." As many of the writers are fond of saying, "No one can tell you who to fall in love with..." I believe that wholeheartedly.
Poor Justin is trying desperately to keep from coming apart regarding his desire for Ethan and it's the same on the other side of the coin. The problem is who will say it first. Confessions, confessions...
I'm trying to keep up with things and write a different chapter a week for each story. It all depends on where the characters are that day or if some piece of music leads me. Only thing is: I write better away from home, ROFL! Yes, I do my best writing under the noise and clatter of my friends wine bar. I finished 8 pages the other night there in a little under 2 hours (including a glass of wine and dinner while doing so). I'm lucky. My friends that own the place are the ones that clear areas for me to write; either at the bar or in the back in a bench seat. Yeah, we are close as well.
TJay
Thursday, August 14, 2008
NEXT CHAPTER OF TOMORROW

Sunday, August 3, 2008
I KNOW, I KNOW..."ABOUT DAMN TIME!"
TJay
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
The Lady Slipper... A short story
I have been writing and getting things around but yesterday I needed to lie down for a bit. One of those days. When I awoke an hour/half later a full, short story had played out in my dreams. Interesting enough, nothing that I have read, seen, looked at or has been brought to my attention in months would even trigger such a story.
I had to write it and so I did; between 7-10PM last night I completed the entire thing.
It hit me in many areas personally. And, probably like some sod, I wept while writing it as well. Catharsis? Hard to say, however, I still tear up even as I re-read to edit it.
It tells a story... one I hope you will get. I will not tell you the premise but I will give you the two main characters... Jaden and Cory.
Look for it in the latest updates coming this weekend.
Whilst I could push myself more at times, alas. The 'wine bar' is closed down for another week or so for the summer holidays. I always write better there while the din of small talk and glasses clinking prevade the entire place. I find solace there as opposed to where I currently reside. Yes, I use the term reside. I do not live here. It is not now, nor has it ever been my 'home'. It is a temporary place in my mind. Those who know me well and know what I deal with are well familiar with what I mean.
I am biding my time.
BTW, for those who are wondering. My 41st was a quiet affair (occurred 'Pride' weekend again this year, although I didn't attend) with two friends (one being the Ex). It seems everyone had something on their 'plate' and/or never bothered to contact me in maybe doing a large BBQ (sans gifts). C'est La Vie... I still can't believe I'm 41. Then again, recently when a 12 year old asked me how old I was I mentioned that when I was born that they Periodic Table of the Elements on held one item, Dt (Dirt).
TJay
Sunday, June 8, 2008
I touch myself....
The next thing I hear in my mind is the 'Diviynls' singing.
Oh what we boys do when we think no one is looking! Especially in college! How many times have we got back to our dorm rooms and found our roommate was not back from class and yelled, "FUCK YA!" then took the situation into 'hand'. Boxes of Kleenex, TP stolen from the bathroom, old t-shirts or the stray pair of boxers to clean up the evidence before someone gets back. Mind you, we forget that the room will have an odour of 'Comet' cleaner for about a half hour after the fact. ROFL!
Then again, it's that morning or afternoon 'pull' on nature that we do in the dorm shower and then 'wash the stress' along with the evidence down the drain. Ah the memories! Especially in those communal bathrooms were the top of the shower stalls barely came to the top of your head and then you dreaded to get next to the guy who was 6 foot or taller for fear that they could peek over the top and see what you were doing. Then again, maybe like many of us who were coming to terms, you actually hoped the hottie next to you or that special crush did get a peek!
It all goes to say that we all have our needs and fantasies...
Now, I'm starting to get the hang of this Blog thing (just like building websites) so this is getting a bit easier to write.
STORIES:
As I said in the previous post, 'DEATH COMES KNOCKING's latest chapter is complete and waiting for upload but I've also completed the newest chapter for 'LOVE IS BLIND'. College days (or is it daze for our Justin) are just beginning.
More later
TJay

