I wrote a story called, Nate, about four straight male mates. Nate is the closeted gay one. He gets drunk and has sex with one of the other guys, through who's eyes the story is told. They fess up to their other two buddies, one of which talks about his gay experiences. In the process, Nate comes out as gay. The fourth friend hasn't had any gay experiences, and the whole saga prompts him to marry his longtime girlfriend.
That's it so far.
I fell asleep on the couch listening to music. You know, when I’d exhausted my creative juices and lay my head down for a serotonin recharge. Okay, no, while that sounds good, and I want it to be true as an excuse for me lying my head down, bursts of creativity don’t, actually, drain serotonin, in fact, the opposite my well be true.
So, maybe I was just tired.
I do find writing drains you.
I went and looked at my story Nate and it’s 20 pages, so I did get stuck into it. I probably did need the rest. Ha ha.
I must get back to it, and get it finished. I'll post it on my fiction blog Use The Remote when I get it finished.
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