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Although nearly 15 years old, this New York Times article still provides a good description of my city. https://www.nytimes.com/2004/05/15/us/a-gay-boomtown-is-more-mainstream-and-less-the-cliche.html I dug it up after walking through closed-to-traffic Wilton Drive—the town’s main street—during the Stonewall Festival this past weekend. The outrageous outfits, loud music, and alcohol consumption were still there, but what grabbed my attention was something else. Lots of kids, from infants in baby carriages to slightly older ones walking with their parents—both same-sex couples and heterosexual ones. Corporate America and governmental institutions amongst those with booth displays. Police officers from neighboring cities who volunteered to work the festival to show their support for the gay community. These are all signs our lives as outlaws are nearing the end. That the GLBT community is becoming an integral part of the melting pot. And that it does get better thanks to the struggle of those who came before us.
I've been toying with the idea of writing a children's book. Dolphin Delivery is the working title and may change. GA limits the way in which images can be shared but I envision illustrations accompanying each scene in the book. Would love to hear what you think and if there would be an interest in the story. Here's the initial draft of the first scene. Dolphin Delivery: A Children’s Story “Daddy, Daddy! You’re home!” Liebe ran to the door and raised her arms. “Pick me up, Daddy. Pick me up!” In one motion, her father lifted Liebe and twirled her around. His baseball hat fell off when he did. “Wheee!” The little blonde girl squealed in delight. “How is my favorite four-year old?” Her father asked her after stopping and giving her a kiss and a cuddle. “Daddy! You forgot my party. I’m five now.” Liebe had celebrated her fifth birthday the previous week. “Oh, that’s right. How’s my favorite big girl.” Her father gave her a bunch more kisses all over her face and returned her to the floor. “I’m good, Daddy. I missed you.” Her father was a fireman. He slept at the fire station when he worked so she had not seen him since yesterday. “Papi’s washing Spot.” Papi was her other father. Spot was the puppy she got as a birthday present. He was white with black spots all over. “Did you go out in the boat today?” her father asked. “We did. That’s why Papi’s washing Spot. He jumped in the ocean with us.” She pointed to the dock behind the house. Her other father was on it, next to their boat, rinsing soap off the puppy with a hose. “Was it fun?” “Yeah! We had a great time. Mamma showed up and went swimming with us. She’s fat!” ILLUSTRATION Front: Blonde fireman in t-shirt and pants with suspenders holds blonde girl against his chest. Background: Dark-haired, bearded man in t-shirt and board shorts rinsing Dalmatian puppy on dock with boat next to them.
Have you ever wondered, if an author could pick one story that they wrote, what story they would recommend? Well, today we're going to set about answering that question for you. Today we have Carlos Hazday, lomax61, and Headstall, all telling us what story they wrote is their favorite and why. Hopefully you find a new story or two out of this feature. And if you're an author, well, pick your favorite story of yours and send it to me along with a link to the story and a paragraph telling readers why that is your favorite self-written story! Favorite Self-Written Story #2 Melvyn Ford Carlos Hazday Description: A 1929 Ford Model A Tudor is passed from father to son through several generations. Note from Author: Although not up to my current technical writing standards, the story still tugs at my heart. The number of layers is what makes me like it so much. It's all about family with highs and lows, sadness and happiness. I don't consider it a gay story even though one of the characters is. It's simply about a line of fathers and sons and one of them happens to be gay. What binds them together is their affection for an automobile which helps us track the generations of Jareds. Second Half lomax61 Description: Marcus, a gay chef riding the waves of success, loses his best friend Lorraine Bradford-Fowler in a car accident. Her husband, Tom, is a broken man, especially knowing that she had been in the car with another man. Left to bring up his two daughters single-handedly, he begins to come apart. Until Marcus steps in to bring things back from the brink, and taking them both by surprise, finds that Tom begins to have feeling for him. Note from Author: This is my favourite story to date because it deals with potentially real life situations, with family and loss, and most importantly shows how two people can find love through their dependence on each other. Morningstar: The Malaise Headstall Description: Kellar has become an island unto himself. That is, until he meets Tobyn, the first shifter who will actually talk to him. Note from Author: I believe many would expect I would choose Cards on the Table, and it is a close call in some ways. I have written two 'epic in length' stories, but I have learned so much about writing since my first, and Morningstar: The Malaise is the culmination of that. It truly represents how far I have come as an author. Yes, I will continue to refine my skills, but the pride I feel for this accomplishment is immense. You are asking this question on the day I'm posting my final chapter, so it is a bittersweet one. Morningstar delves into new territory for me. It is a shifter story, a mystery, and a romance. It required a ton of thought and research, and rather intricate planning, and was, at times, taxing, but the end result, I believe, speaks for itself. I have created a world that is relevant in our day and age... at least I hope so. I think most readers who are not a fan of the supernatural genres will forget all about the fact it is a shifter story if they give it a chance. In fact, I know it, because it's been told to me often. I have many 'favorite' stories, but this one eclipses them all... until I write the next one .