I keep adding, removing, and changing the story. I manipulate and tweak, large-scale and small changes. I want so much from this story, perhaps too much. I don't want to be rich, if I did, I'd choose a path other than that of a writer. What I want is to share stories that touch, inspire, and entertain. I want a satisfying career. That's all. Here is another sample of Bayne and John for you.
“…not perfect.” His words were muffled against my mouth.
“What are you mumbling about?” I pulled back just slightly and tried for a confident smile.
“I’m not perfect, sometimes I need…” Bayne paused, clearly looking for the right words, “I…I just need…”
“I’m so sorry, Bayne.” I sighed and stroked my hand through his multi-hued hair.
He looked younger, sitting there looking up at me, his face somehow innocent and quite lost. I had no idea that I was capable of doing so much damage to someone who was normally so strong, so self-assured.
“I love you, John.” Bayne’s lips trembled slightly.
My first reaction was to pull back, to give him space, but that approach hadn’t worked out so well thus far. Instead I stepped closer to him, stealing away the last fraction of space between us and I pulled him to my body firmly. I held him tightly, as though I could hold him together if I just gripped hard enough. In the end it hadn’t been true, but I held on anyway as he sobbed against me.
