Monday, September 16, 2019
sorry for the delay today. Again, I worked a lot the past few days, so I couldn't get to my writing as much as I wanted to. I hope the chapter is ready and that you will enjoy it.
I keep reading over it again and again and it seems there is always something that could or needs to get changed. But I think it's ready for you now.
Thank you to everyone who reads this story and also thank you so much for your wonderful comments.
I am so glad you enjoy this story. Honestly when I first posted it, I didn't think it would take off like this but I'm very happy it did.
Here is Chapter 10 of "What It Was". Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.
You mean so much to me
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Monday, September 9, 2019
another week has gone by and here is another chapter of "What It Was".
I had some wonderful feedback last week and am so happy about meeting my readers even if it is just here online. Thank you to everyone who takes a moment to comment and give me feedback, it means so much to me, especially if I can touch you with my writing.
I know sometimes it's a bit heavy but as I said before, love and hope is always underlying.
Thank you so much for your support and reading my story.
Here is Chapter 9 of "What It Was".
Hope you enjoy and let me know if you feel like it. Have a good week everyone! 💕
Saturday, September 7, 2019
Monday, September 2, 2019
I hope everyone had a wonderful week and that it didn't take too long for Monday to come around. It seems always to come quick for me when I have to edit a chapter and be ready to post for you.
I am thankful for everyone reading this story and I loved your comments so much. On all the chapters you have made me so happy with your numerous heartfelt comments.
I know this is another rough one but that is just the way I like to write. Shay and Jordan have definitely connected way too much than to be without each other anymore and it won't be easy. I will reveal more on Jordan and his struggles and also on Shay and how Jordan unlocks a side in her she has tried to ignore all her life.
I give you another chapter of "What It Was" Chapter 8
Enjoy and as always I welcome your feedback. Have a wonderful first week of September.
Saturday, August 31, 2019
I'm reclaiming Saturdays. Still no guarantee I'll post weekly, though I'll try to post regularly enough. This update today is a bit longer, hope everyone enjoys!
If you've missed the other updates, there's a table of contents now: TOC.
Wish you a great weekend,
Monday, August 26, 2019
another week gone by and it's Monday again. Hope everyone is well.
Thank you so much for last week's comments, you are just awesome and I appreciate it so much. I am happy you like this story and how Shay's and Jordan's story has captured you.
I wasn't able to finish a whole chapter editing for today but I did half a chapter and hope you like it.
I give you Chapter 7 of "What It Was".
Enjoy and let me know if you like it,
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Friday, August 23, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
how is everyone? I had such a busy week and then went away for the weekend on a motorcycle ride along the beautiful Coast. Off the grid, off line for a while...
But I edited and rewrote a little bit last week and managed to get a chapter ready for you today.
After last week's awesome reception of Chapter 5, I just didn't want to make you wait for more of Shay and Jordan.💓 💑
I had a comment about the difficult parts in my stories...I know I tend to write about the less bright side of life sometimes and my stories are probably lined with imperfect characters and sometimes on the darker side of life. I do hope that love and emotion causing hope shines through though and that it makes up for the less "joyful" moments.
Your comments were so wonderful and I appreciated them so much. I think last week were the most comments I have ever had on a story. Thank you so, so much.
Now I give you Chapter 6 of "What It Was".
Hope you enjoy,💛
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Monday, August 12, 2019
it is midnight here in my corner of the world and I just got home from work a little while ago.
I hope everyone is well.
Thank you so much for the comments on last week's chapter, I appreciate it so much. They were truly wonderful.
Here is another chapter of "What It Was". Let me know what you think.
I hope you enjoy. Have a great week everyone. Next Monday I may not be able to post because I'm working a lot this week and then going away for the weekend. I will see how I find time.
Yours truly, Dani
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Monday, August 5, 2019
Happy Monday! Hope everyone had a great weekend.
Thanks very much to everyone reading my story. I appreciate your comments so much, this makes me very happy.
Here is another chapter of "What It Was" and I hope you still enjoy.
Let me know what you think, I love your comments on the story.
Have a wonderful week,
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Friday, August 2, 2019
I'm back, for a short while at least! I have something new for you: it's basically multi-chapter M/M porn :D I hope you like it. I'm afraid I won't manage to update regularly, at least not right now... But I'll try to post an update as soon as possible.
Not gay - Chapter 1
Monday, July 29, 2019
sorry for the delay today.
Thank you for your patience and your sweet comments earlier. It is "later" now 😊 and I give you another chapter of "What It Was".
I am so happy and excited that you guys are taking to the story so well. I know it has similarities to my type of stories and writing but that's just me and so I'm happy to share this with you.
Your comments are the best, they make me so very happy.
Here is the next chapter and I hope you enjoy.
Hugs and thank you, Dani
What It Was - Chapter 3
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Monday, July 22, 2019
I guess I'm just excited to get your feedback on "What It Was" and as I was working on it today I thought about it and decided, oh well, I will post the next chapter already...
I have a good chunk written on the story already as I have also on "Caoimhe's Hands".
Maybe posting again will motivate me to work on the stories more intensively when time allows.
I'm excited about both stories and already connected to my characters once again.
So you met my "What It Was" characters and I hope you will enjoy following along as the story develops and also as I further write on it.
I may also try to work on "Caoimhe's Hands" and give some of it to you as well. This one is a bit trickier as I have to delve into a world and time unknown to me but I still enjoy writing it.
I won't promise weekly yet but I will try and I guess I'm sticking with the Mondays.
Thanks again for your feedback, let me know what you think as you read more.
What It Was - Chapter 1
What It Was - Chapter 2
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Thank you for your feedback on the two samples "Caoimhe's Hands" and "What it Was". ❤
I appreciate your comments so much and I will work on the stories some more and then start posting again.
Maybe bi-weekly at first unless I can get more written. And maybe I will take turns between the two stories. It seems you liked both of them evenly.
Sometimes I wish I could be on an island all alone and just write 😉 but life gets in the way...
Anyways, stay tuned for more coming soon.
Friday, July 12, 2019
I miss coming here and posting a story. So I have a bunch of stories in the making and some are longer than others already. As you know I do this on the side of work, family, friends and life in general. It's my hobby.
Since it's "free Friday" and nothing else is going on here on the Blog I figured I will post something.
I have been thinking of which story I want to focus on and keep writing and working on.
Here is another one I have in the making and I wanted to let you guys see the first chapter and get your feedback about it.
You know my disability is always Paraplegia, I won't even attempt to write about any other disabilities I know nothing about. As a dev I feel most deeply drawn to Paraplegics so that is what I write about.
I can't really decide if I want to keep working on "Caoimhe's Hands" or this one called "What it Was". If you don't know yet about "Caoimhe's Hands" I am also posting a link to the first chapter.
In addition I will give you a chapter of "What It Was" and looking forward to read how you like the beginning of it.
What It Was - Chapter 1
Caoimhe's Hands - Chapter 1
Thanks my friends, miss you,
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Buy a copy of Cabin Fever on Amazon now for only $2.99 or free if you have Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited! For those of you who have been reading since the beginning, you should start this one over at the beginning because there's quite a few chapters I cut out for posting here.
I was a damsel in distress.
Trapped in a car. Slowly being buried by the unrelenting snow. No cell service. No way out.
And then when all hope felt lost, he appeared—a shadowy figure emerging from the depths of the blizzard. Except my dashing hero on a mighty steed was instead a hulking beast of a man with an eyepatch and a beard, driving a pickup truck. He offered his small cabin as shelter until the storm blew over.
He saved my life.
But this mysterious, rugged stranger is no prince. He’s not even the simple woodsman he pretends to be. I don’t know exactly what he wants from me.
But I’m beginning to think I want the same damn thing.
Sunday, June 30, 2019
Saturday, June 29, 2019
Friday, June 28, 2019
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Monday, June 3, 2019
I am sorry I am so late on this Monday but I wanted to make sure the final chapter of "Will Love Prevail" will be ready and good.
I sit here with tears of sadness and joy in my eyes as I finished this story. We followed Chiara and Mark for a few months and witnessed how they met, the challenges they faced, the trauma they endured and the love they shared.
I grew attached to them and I hope you did too. I love writing for myself and I love that some people enjoy reading my stories.
Things sometimes come to me as I write, I don't have any real outlines on my stories and I am only an amateur. I do this for fun and pleasure but my stories sometimes feel so real and I invest lots of emotions into them and they can actually take a toll on me.
I usually have music on while I write and different music moves me and inspires me as I write. My playlist on this story consisted of mostly Indie Pop but I finished today with this song playing "Silhouette" by Active Child (feat. Ellie Goulding).
If you are inclined to, put your headphones on and check it out and feel this story with me. To me this song captured the essence of the story, about deep and everlasting love.
I now give you the final chapter of Will Love Prevail as we say Good Bye to Chiara and Mark.
Chapter 32 - Final Chapter
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From the bottom of my heart I thank all of you who read this story all the way to the end. You mean so much to me and my writing. I don't know you but you mean a lot. Maybe let me know once more how you liked this story.
Thank you and lots of love,
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Monday, May 27, 2019
how is everyone? I am hoping everyone is having a peaceful Memorial Day remembering our fallen from wars past and present.
I am actually away this weekend and am spending time with my son who is active duty in the Coast Guard and lives a four hour flight away from me. I had a wonderful time seeing him and I am so proud of him.
So I'm sitting here in a hotel room (he only has a tiny Studio apartment 😊😊😊😊 ) and it is after midnight in this time zone but not yet midnight in my home time zone.
I didn't want to leave you guys hanging and looked over this chapter, editing quickly and hopefully made it good to go. It is also a very long chapter this time and now I'm pretty tired but here I give you Chapter 31 of Will Love Prevail. I hope I didn't miss any mistakes or anything.
I also wanted to thank you so much for your feedback on my "Story in the making-Caoimhe's Hands". It looks as that there is interest so I will see what I can do here in the near future.
Your comments made me very happy.
Of course also your comments on WLP. I appreciate you so much.
Now I wish you a wonderful week, thanks for reading and let me know how you liked the chapter.
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Thursday, May 23, 2019
I've been taking a break from Devo Diary to work on revising my historical novel. I wrote the first draft a long time ago, some of you may remember I posted it on fictionpress years ago. It's super long, but my goal is to self publish it on Amazon in three parts. Ruth Madison very kindly paid to have the first book read by a professional editor, whose comments were very helpful. I've finally finished revising based on that feedback. I think it's almost ready for publication but it would be great if anyone here is interested in beta reading and/or proofreading the first book. It's about 60,000 words or 200 pages.
The novel is about a blind man in Covent Garden of the early 18th century, which was at the time the center of both prostitution and the theatrical world. The characters are opera singers and whores, rakes and wantons. The genre is historical fiction, not romance. I did a ton of research and really tried to be accurate with the language. The style is very different from my other writing. I know it's not to everyone's taste, but I'm hoping at least a few readers here are into historical fiction.
I'm posting the first chapter below here after the jump. If you like it and want to beta read the entire first book, please message me at devogirlfromparadevo at gmail. Thanks!
Wednesday, May 22, 2019
I'm sorry this update is so late. I was really very, very ill last week and I'm still recovering, plus had a big backlog of work. So I only have a partial chapter this week, and hopefully will get the rest ready for next. Figured you'd prefer a short update to no update again.
Previously on Love UnSeen: Jackson and Dan's date doesn't go as planned, as some of Jackson's past threatens his present, and yet the two grow closer.
This week on Love UnSeen: Dan brings Jackson to the darkroom to introduce Jackson to part of his photographic process, starting with negative processing.
Next week on Love UnSeen: The darkroom date continues.
As always, the Table of Contents has been updated.
Monday, May 20, 2019
happy Monday. Hope all is well.
Back with another chapter but yes, we are coming to an end soon...
I'm also working on several other stories and debating what I will post after WLP or I may just start to publish my previous work for you.
I don't know yet.
Anyways, thanks for still reading and following Chiara and Mark through their ups and downs. Here is Chapter 30 of WLP.
Enjoy and let me know if you are inclined to.
Have a good week,
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And here is a little surprise for you...let me know what you think, thanks my friends!
Surprise story in the making
Sunday, May 19, 2019
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Not many people seem really interested in the story anyway.
If no one is posting next Wednesday, I'll try to make up for it and post then.
Thanks for understanding.
Monday, May 13, 2019
It's Monday shortly after midnight and I just got home from work a little while ago.
I want to get the chapter out for today but didn't fine tune it too much since I worked late shifts the last few days.
So if there are any small "boo boo's", sorry...I will try to look over the chapter again later today (Monday).
I want to thank you for your heartfelt comments last week and thank you to everyone still following along. It means so much to me.
Hope everyone is having a great week. I give you Chapter 29 of Will Love Prevail and hope you enjoy some more Chiara and Mark.
Thanks and Hugs,
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Monday, May 6, 2019
I hope everyone is well.
Another Monday, another chapter of WLP
Here is Chapter 28 and I hope some of you actually still enjoy it.
I want to thank the two people who commented last week. I had really hoped people like the chapter last week but I really don't know if no one comments.
So to the two people who did take the time to comment, I thank you very much. It shows me you're there and you care about the story.
Also thanks to the reader who commented on my initial request which I then deleted because no one else wrote anything about it.
Hope everyone is having a good week,
Sunday, May 5, 2019
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Previously on Love UnSeen: Jackson's sister convinces him to talk to Dan and give him a chance to explain why he lied about being engaged to Wendy. Jackson learns that Dan is in the closet, partly because of his family and partly because of his job, and yet he wants to date Jackson to give the blind man a chance to trust him.
This week on Love UnSeen: Jackson and Dan's first official date doesn't go as planned, and yet the two grow closer all the same.
Next time on Love UnSeen: Dan brings Jackson to the darkroom to introduce him to a huge part of the photographer's life.
If you guys remember, I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was thinking of writing some Black Butler fanfic, and I have. (Don't worry, Love UnSeen is still my #1 priority right now.) A friend encouraged me to start posting one of my stories (it's called Deadly Nightshade) even though it's in the early stages, so I'm posting it every alternate week from Love UnSeen on A03, where you can follow me as chiealeman or plague of insomnia. (AO3 allows anonymous comments, FYI.) So next week there's a new chapter of Deadly Nightshade and then the week after, Love UnSeen, etc. As of right now, all my fan fiction will have an MC a chronic illness or disability, in keeping with my original fiction.
Deadly Nightshade features an asthmatic Ciel (it's one of the major parts of the story) who is also blind in one eye.
I added a new page to my tumblr blog for my fanfic, which you can read about here. (I'll add it to my website soon.)
Just thought I'd share here in case anyone might be interested in it. As of right now, In/Exhale Season 3 ebook is on hold until I can find an artist for the cover art since the one I had has gone on hiatus.
Thank you all once again for your comments and support! I really appreciate it.
As always, you can catch up in the updated Table of Contents
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
The bus closed its automatic doors behind me and with a loud engine roar pulled away from the stop, leaving a cloud of environmentally compliant exhaust behind. People who had stepped off the bus with me now scattered into all directions. It was crowded in the city with the usual morning commuters flocking into the city from the suburbs. Traffic in Seattle was a relentless chaos, too many cars, too many construction sites, and too many people.
I had been taking the bus for two years. I lived up in Queen Anne in a tiny apartment but that was all I could afford with the cost of living in this city. I worked in the customer service department of a large bank, ironically specializing in real estate financing and brokerage. The numbers that ran over my desk on any given day when it came to Seattle real estate were numbers I would never earn in my life time.
I rushed over to the cross walk waiting for the light to turn and then squeezing across the street with lots of other pedestrians. I walked faster than usually. I had plenty of time to get to work though, but I was cold and tired and wanted to get inside the warm building. My work day usually started at eight and it was only seven thirty now.
I arrived in the lobby the same time some of my coworkers arrived from other bus stops, public transportation sites, or from the actual employee car garage. I stood in the elevator and was chatting with other employees going up and getting out on different floors of our bank. The Real Estate Finance Department was on the tenth floor.
As I stepped out of the elevator, I met Matt in the hall way. At the employee entrance he held the glass door open for me.
“Good Morning Shay. How are you?”
I took off my hood and shook it out somewhat, splattering drops of rain everywhere including Matt.
“Good Morning Matt, I’m sorry. What a mess out there?”
We stepped inside the warm hallway of our department with the lights on since it was still dark outside. I shook myself again, letting my blonde hair fall loosely over my shoulders and running my hand through it. Matt stood by and was already taking off his coat.
I looked up at him and smiled, “We’ll have this for the next seven months. I don’t even want to think about it.”
He laughed, “Right, it’s not a good thought. I miss summer already.”
He then actually helped me with taking off my coat and handed it to me.I thanked him and we both clocked into work. A few other coworkers came in through the door and we all greeted each other.
It was personalized with a variety of my things, from a stuffed animal my older brother Chad had given me for Christmas to my college degree in a wooden frame, Bachelors in Finance. Scattered throughout my cubicle were other personal items but still decorated tastefully and not too playful. I had my professional integrity to protect and keep things somewhat conservative, especially with my wealthier clients.
As I got situated Matt stopped by once again, “Maybe we can grab lunch together today if you want?”
I looked up at him, “Yeah, maybe, let’s see how the morning goes.”
“Okey dokey, have a good morning then.”
Matt left and I switched on my computer. I knew that Matt had been crushing on me for a while but I had recently gotten out of a four-year relationship. Matt had just started working here about a year ago when I had still been in that relationship. Ever since the break-up, Matt had been lingering around me quite often and a few times we had gone out for drinks or lunches but I just wasn’t ready yet to get into anything else. Matt was a very patient guy.
My morning was busy and I had two clients come in for financing of homes.
I didn’t even realize how fast the time had gone by when I finally was done with my second client and Matt peeked around the corner of my cubicle, “Hey.”
I looked up from a stack of paper, “Oh hey Matt.”
“Do you want to go to lunch?”
I leaned back in my desk chair, “Oh wow, it’s already that time, isn’t it?”
Matt stepped into my cubicle, “It sure is. I was thinking Teriyaki.”
He sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk and smiled at me, “Looks like you had a productive morning.”
“I did, I finished two deals, people happily overpaying for houses in the Seattle area.”
Matt laughed and nodded. I pushed a stack of paper together and moved it all into a folder on my desk, then set it with several other folders over on the side of my computer, “Yeah, I need to eat something.”
Matt shifted, “All right, let’s grab some lunch then.”
It was about ten minutes later when we sat in the Teriyaki place across the street from where we worked. It was still raining and we were watching people rush by outside, their coats pulled up and over their heads, some umbrellas in between, probably tourists. Of course, Seattlelites didn’t use umbrellas, we wore our rugged outdoor clothing from places like “The North Face” or “Columbia Sportswear”. Tourists on the other hand were usually known to carry umbrellas, it was somewhat of an inside joke amongst the locals.
Matt turned to me, “So how have you been?”
I finished a bite, “I’m doing good. Just getting used to living in my tiny apartment.”
After my break-up I had moved into the apartment in Queen Anne. Before that I had lived in a slightly larger apartment with my ex, maybe about fifteen more square feet but like a thousand dollars more rent every month.
Matt then stated, “I told you, you should have moved out of the city and gotten a larger apartment for the same rent you are paying for your tiny place.”
I remarked, “And commute like an hour longer every morning and every night. No thanks.”
The living conditions were tough in Seattle and its suburbs. Rents were sky high, mortgages pretty much unaffordable unless you were rich out of your ears, and the homeless problem grew every day, people living on the streets in very large numbers.
Matt lived out in Tukwila, which was about a thirty-minute drive if the Interstate was open.
We chatted about work and living in Seattle like we didn’t already talk about that enough in our jobs. Matt specialized in commercial properties though whereas I took care of people buying houses and apartments. I dug into my Teriyaki chicken and rice bowl and looked out the large window of the restaurant. We sat next to each other with view out to the sidewalk and watched people rushing by and hurrying to wherever they needed to go.
Most of my friends also lived in the city and some of them were still friends I had from my previous relationship so depending on what was going on I always had to make sure I didn’t see my ex.
Matt then said, “Shay, I would really like to take you out for dinner or a movie or something.”
I had expected it was going to happen sooner or later that he would ask me out. He had been patient long enough I guess. He was an attractive guy in his mid-thirties, a few years older than I.
I looked at him and smiled nervously, “I don’t know Matt.”
“What don’t you know?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I just don’t know if I’m ready yet to date.”
“Shay, it’s only a dinner or a movie or both.”
He was right with his statement. It didn’t really mean anything but there were things I wasn’t sure about when it came to myself. I was dealing with some things and I didn’t really want to commit to anyone.
I met Matt’s blue eyes on me. They were very nice eyes and he was an attractive guy. He wore his hair in a trendy cut, longer on top, short and faded on the sides and in the back. At work he usually wore a suit and tie and he was really an attractive man. Sometimes at work behind his desk he wore glasses and they made him look a tad bit nerdy but in a very sexy way. When he took off his glasses, he really did look very sexy and his bright blue eyes were prominent in his face.
Right now, I was looking at him and thinking to myself how I could actually be hesitant about his offer. I knew there were women in the bank who had a crush on Matt and some had tried unsuccessful to get with him or get a date out of him.
There I was sitting and looking at this very attractive man who asked me out and I was uncertain.
Matt tilted his head and smiled at me his very sexy smile, “Come on Shay, don’t leave me hanging. I want to take you out. I know a very nice Thai restaurant out in Montlake. We could go to a movie after or a drink if you want. I know you like Thai.”
I laughed softly, “I do like Thai.”
“So, what’s it going to take? Just say yes.”
The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes made him look even sexier. His blue eyes coincided with his teal tie.
I nodded, “Okay.”
Matt smiled and pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead, “Phew, I did it. Got the prettiest girl in the finance department to go out with me.”
We laughed together and he added in a more serious tone, “Thanks Shay, you won’t regret it. What time and day this weekend is good for you?”
“Saturday for sure.”
“Okay, what time?”
We decided on six o’clock on Saturday evening. Matt was going to pick me up at my apartment.
We kept eating and as I was looking out to the sidewalk with all the people passing by, my eyes caught a figure across the street. A few cars passed by and a bus and I then got a good view again. It was a person in a wheelchair pushing the rims and coming to a halt under one of the storefront roofs. I could see it was a man and he looked like just another homeless guy out on the street, now parked in his wheelchair and begging for money.
I watched for a moment and then pedestrians blocked my view again.
Matt pulled me from my observation and followed my eyes out to the street, commenting, “It’s coming down harder now.”
I looked at my cell phone quickly and added, “I guess we have to get back too.”
Matt looked at his cell phone and agreed. We finished our lunch bowls and then slipped into our jackets. I grabbed my purse and we left the bistro.
Matt stayed close to me as we stepped outside and prepared to cross the street. I had my hood over my head and we waited at the light. My eyes wandered to the homeless person in the wheelchair. He was still there. I couldn’t see his face because he wore a hoodie and had the hood pulled far into his face.
The light turned and we crossed with lots of people to the other side, dodging the oncoming pedestrians trying to get across to the opposite side.
I kept glancing over to the guy in the wheelchair. I hadn’t seen him in our area before. Usually the homeless had their regular corners and they defended those corners with all their might. I had seen fights erupt among them before when a new person would come too close to their regular corners. I had never seen this guy in our area but I kept glancing over there now as we crossed and reached the other side. We had to pass right by him and I saw his hands held open in his lap. I felt the urge to give him some change or a few dollars. I don’t know what it was because usually I had become quite numb to the homeless begging on the corners. There were so many of them in our city that it was almost a nuisance that they were everywhere. Full homeless camps were set up under bridges or in abandoned industry lots and it was a constant topic on the evening news.
As we passed by him I saw the hoodie he wore was pulled into his face but looking at his hands held open, they were not hands of an old person. His legs were in some torn jeans with stains and his feet were in some worn out Nike sneakers. I couldn’t see his face and we passed by without my being able to give him some money.
His wheelchair had caught my eyes too. It wasn’t one of those old raggedy or bulky wheelchairs homeless people sometimes had from written off hospital inventory or donated from a charity organization. His wheelchair looked more like a regular wheelchair non-homeless, disabled people would use. His wheelchair looked like something I would see on pictures or in video clips of disabled men who lived normal lives. It didn’t look new but it was definitely a wheelchair a person would have if they had a disability affecting their walking or couldn’t walk anymore at all. This looked like a wheelchair the paraplegic guys I followed on YouTube had, maybe an older, worn out version of a wheelchair but definitely not a bulky old hospital wheelchair.
We hurried by and got back to our office a few minutes late. Matt helped me out of my jacket again as we got to our cubicles.
“You’re welcome. Shay…” I looked at him and he smiled at me, “I’m really looking forward to Saturday.”
I smiled at him, “Me too.”
He stood there as I hung up my jacket on the hook in my cubicle.
“How many clients do you have this afternoon?”
I looked at my desk calendar, “One more today, penthouse suite on Mercer Island.”
Matt whistled softly, “Penthouse huh?”
I grinned at him, “Yeah, it’s the big bucks coming in.”
We laughed and he then wished me a good rest of my day and headed to his cubicle.
I got organized and pulled the files for my next client up on my computer with the property they were interested in, valued at almost one million. And I kept thinking about the guy in the wheelchair sitting under a storefront roof about ten floors down from me begging for money.
My afternoon passed by quickly and I had a successful appointment with my client. Throughout the afternoon though I couldn’t get my mind off the guy in wheelchair. I was hoping for some strange reason that he was still going to be there and I could give him some money and maybe get a look at his face.
Everyone got ready at the same time. Matt came over and we all slipped into our jackets and headed for the elevator. My coworkers wanted to go for happy hour drinks but I really didn’t feel like it.
Jenny, a girl who worked in the same department tried to persuade me into going with them, “Come on Shay, you didn’t go last week either. What’s going on with you? Are you getting lame on us?”
We laughed and Adam, another one of my coworkers then added, “She’ll go if Matt goes.”
With that he looked at Matt and Matt smiled, “I’m up for a drink.”
I sighed and smiled, “You guys are annoying. Why are you forcing me to drink?
Matt stood next to me in the elevator and said, “I’ll go for a drink. Come with us Shay.”
Whereas everyone was about to head into the other direction I then told them, “Hey, I’m going to run into Rite Aid really quick and I’ll be over at The Black Bear in about fifteen minutes.”
I was glad when no one protested but instead Matt just said, “I’ll hold a seat for you.”
“Okay, thanks Matt. I’ll see you guys in a bit.”
They all headed into the opposite direction of where I was going. The guy in the wheelchair was at the corner of the Rite Aid drug store. I didn’t have to get anything from the store really. It was cold and rainy still; the roads were wet and as the cars were driving through I had to watch out for them going through puddles on the street. I pulled up my collar and tugged my scarf in some more. My hands were already getting cold and I debated getting my gloves out of my purse but decided I would be okay for a short time.
I walked toward him and even though there were lots of people walking by, no one stopped or gave him anything. He sat there hunched over in the wheelchair, and with his hood pulled into his face, his hands still open on his lap.
I had reached him and stopped in front of him. I fiddled with my coat and pulled out the five-dollar bill I had taken from my wallet earlier. He moved his head and looked up somewhat and even though I couldn’t make out a whole lot, I saw a little of his face with dark bangs hanging into his forehead and over his eyes some.
As I was about to give him the money, I saw how his hands were red and calloused. His whole upper body was shaking from the cold and now I wished I would have bought him a hot coffee or something. There was a Starbucks around the corner and I could run in there and get some coffee for him. I handed him the five-dollar bill and he took it and looked up some more and now I got a glimpse of his dark eyes below the bangs. A shadow of a dark beard was visible.
It was the voice of a young man when he said, “Thank you very much. I appreciate it.”
For a split moment our eyes met and I replied, “You’re welcome.”
I really wanted to say so much more and my mind was racing but he lowered his eyes, his face invisible again under the hood, and he stuck the money into the pocket of his hoodie.
I stood for a few more seconds with all kinds of thoughts in my head but then realized this was awkward and I had to keep moving with the crowds of pedestrians who didn’t even waste one moment on this guy.
I decided to run into Starbucks and as I stood inside, I looked at the board with trembling hands and when they asked me what I wanted I ordered a venti drip coffee. I waited for a few moments until they called my name and I grabbed the paper cup with the sleeve around it. I put some packets of sugar and creamer in a small bag and I hurried back outside. It had been at least twenty minutes already and I knew I needed to get to the pub.
Outside I mingled once again with all the people on the sidewalk and when I got to the spot where he had been, he wasn’t there anymore. I had this large coffee in my hand now and stood there clueless. I looked around for him but it was almost impossible to spot one specific person among all the people rushing along and hurrying to their busses, cars and homes.
And then I did spot a wheelchair on the other side of the street and realized it was him pushing the rims and wheeling along with the crowds of people.
He sat hunched over in the wheelchair, his hood still pulled far into his face, and his bare hands on the rims of his wheelchair.
I ran across with the next light and I felt silly when I ran after him and called out, “Hey.”
He didn’t hear or acknowledge me, most likely not even wasting a thought that anyone was actually calling him. And I felt like a crazy person, running after this homeless guy in a wheelchair with a hot coffee in my hands. I didn’t want to just waste five dollars though and it would have been weird if I showed up at the bar with a Starbucks coffee in my hand. And when I did get Starbucks every once in a while, it definitely wasn’t just a regular drip coffee. I usually had some fancy overpriced coffee cocktail like everyone else who made this company a multi-billion-dollar business.
I was right behind him now and said, “Hey.”
He stopped in his pushing motion and came to a halt on the side of the building. I now saw he had a backpack on the handles of his wheelchair.
I got in front of him and he looked up at me, probably very surprised at seeing me again.
I now felt sillier than ever at this feeble attempt to be a good citizen and do something good for someone less fortunate.
I felt really dumb actually but now offered the coffee to him and tried to explain with a stutter, “I…You were not…not at the same spot but I…wanted to get a coffee for you since…since it’s pretty cold out.”
I could barely finish the sentence I was so nervous. I really didn’t know why I was so nervous. Somehow it felt like I was doing something wrong instead of something good. I felt awkward having hunted him down and basically forcing my charity on him. It seemed so selfish in a way even though it was meant to be just the opposite.
He seemed cold and nervous too but he reached for the coffee with his cold, dirty, and red hand. It was a large hand though, a strong hand from what I saw. His fingernails were trimmed but dirty.
He took the coffee from me with a shaking, blotchy hand and I tried to think of something else to say, “I’m sorry I hunted you down. I just thought…”
I really felt even sillier now saying anything else. I felt like a complete snob.
He then sat up some and looked at me directly from under his hood and through the dark strands of hair.
He did something to his wheelchair with the free hand and then added this second hand to holding the cup and now had both hands wrapped around the cup. I saw his hands were shaky and the cup trembled in his hands as he brought it down to his lap.
His voice was nervous but sincere when he now said, “That’s very kind of you. I’m sorry I wasn’t…at the spot anymore.”
Even though he sounded nervous I also heard gratefulness in his voice. It was a young man’s voice but also a defeated voice.
I wanted to say something else but he added softly, “My hands are cold. The warm cup feels good. Thank you so much.”
He still had both hands wrapped around the cup and just held it there in his lap.
I managed a smile, “Well, hope you enjoy.”
He nodded slightly, “I will.”
I stood up taller again and was ready to make my getaway.
Just as I was about to take a step he said again, “Thank you so much. It means a lot.”
His voice trembled and I could hear the insecurity in it.
“You’re welcome. Have a good evening.”
The moment I said the last sentence I wanted to disappear. How was this guy going to have a good evening? He surely wasn’t going home to his apartment with the fireplace on. More likely he was heading to one of the many shelters in town or one of the illegal homeless camps scattered throughout Seattle always on the verge of being cleared out and the people driven away just to find another spot to set up their tattered tents with all their belongings in shopping carts or backpacks. He possibly would actually end up sleeping in one of the entrance ways of a store or unoccupied building.
I was stunned when he smiled nervously and said, “You have a good evening too.”
I needed to leave because I could barely stand looking at him anymore and feeling like a snobby diva. At the same time there was something about him that made me nervous in a strange way. His being in the wheelchair which didn’t look like some fake wheelchair thing but a real wheelchair that belonged to him and one he most likely depended on to get around interested me. I wondered about his disability and I wondered who he was. He was someone’s son for sure and whereas any other homeless person never occupied my mind any further because I had developed a numbness living in Seattle, with him something was different. I walked away and my head was spinning.
Of what I had seen, he had beautiful dark eyes.
Monday, April 29, 2019
I hurried against the main flow of the pedestrian crowds toward the pub where I was supposed to meet my coworkers. I realized I didn’t even have a Rite Aid bag on me to actually show proof that I had been at the drugstore. I didn’t want them to know that I went out of my way to actually see this random homeless guy. In hindsight the part about getting him a coffee just seemed plain ridiculous and if they would know I actually had run after him, they would probably think I’m crazy. I couldn’t let them know.
another week, another chapter of WLP.
Hope you had a great week. Mine was so busy with all kinds of stuff going on. Time seems to just race by me right now.
I give you Chapter 27 of Will Love Prevail.
Thanks to everyone still reading along and for the comments I get,
Hugs, Dani 💟
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Thursday morning was not very busy. I didn’t have any appointments scheduled and was working on projects and paperwork for some of my clients. I read through some informational material about the real estate market in Seattle and had to go online to take a test on some new regulations.
Matt was nice and perfectly attractive like he was every day. And even though he was a very good-looking guy, my mind kept drifting off to Jordan in his worn-out sneakers, dirty hoodie, and ripped jeans out on the street with no money and no home. I couldn’t wait for my lunch break and I was already trying to come up with an excuse for Matt in case he was going to ask me to go to lunch with him.
My lunch break came around and I was going to try to get out of the office before Matt would even have a chance to ask me to join him. I slipped into my coat and basically snuck out of the office without anyone knowing.
I hurried to the elevator and took it down. In the lobby I greeted our security guards and then went outside. As I came around the corner of the street where I had previously seen Jordan under the Rite Aid store roof, I was disappointed when I didn’t see him in his spot. He wasn’t there and as my eyes travelled over the immediate area, scanning the sidewalks and the cross walks, I didn’t see him anywhere. It didn’t rain that day but instead it was cold and windy. Leaves from trees were drifting through the streets and with the strong wind dark clouds were rolling across the sky quickly.
Saturday, April 27, 2019
I dropped two dollars in the small, dirty plastic container on the ground in front of him. He looked up at me and thanked me. I nodded at him and went home.
Friday, April 26, 2019
I spent some time at the gym on Sunday and met up with my friend, Lisa, afterwards. We hung out at a cozy coffee shop in the middle of where we both lived. I didn’t tell her about Jordan but I did tell her that I had gone out with Matt and she wanted to know everything about the date. I left it at that we were taking it slow and were not together yet. She insisted I keep her updated though.
I also called my parents and talked with my mom for over an hour about work, life, my date with Matt, and about my brother Chad and his girlfriend Amber. My mom made sure I was updated on my parents’ life and we planned to meet up the next weekend.
Monday morning, I started with the daily rut of commuting to work and after I had stepped off the bus, I took a detour to pass by Rite Aid and see if there was a slight chance that Jordan would be there. It was early in the morning though and he wasn’t there.
Thursday, April 25, 2019
In the ambulance the EMT’s had explained to me that my ankle didn’t seem broken but was most likely sprained, an X-Ray would clarify this. I would need stitches though in my forehead and I was nervous to hear about that. We arrived at the ER; they pulled the gurney out of the ambulance and also Jordan’s wheelchair. As we entered the ER, I saw one of the EMT’s talk to someone and hand over the wheelchair.
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
“That would be great.”
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
I was relieved that Jordan wanted me to stay. If he would have wanted me to leave, it would have been difficult and I was certain I could never have forgotten about him. We had connected and things had been said that would have been impossible to forget. I sat there in the hospital wheelchair, my leg propped up horizontally and I just looked at Jordan. He was obviously preoccupied with fighting against his body and the cravings it harbored. I had no idea how difficult this was for him. Only as I watched his body shake in a constant tremor and his hand and fingers on the bed by his side twitch without stopping, I still could hardly imagine how this was for him.
The closest thing I had come to as in drugs had been Marijuana. I had smoked pot, I had ingested it, and I had drank strangely formulated Cannabis drinks but I had never before in my life touched any harder drugs. I remembered kids in High School and even college who had fallen prey to the merciless grip of harder drugs, the drugs that make your life seem worthless and bleak, the drugs that slowly but certainly killed the person it held captive.
I watched Jordan and took a deep breath because I thought about his situation and how I now was part of it. I was part of it because I had spotted a wheelchair and I usually never missed a wheelchair and I always checked what type of person was in it. If it was a woman or an elderly person, I didn’t care too much, but the wheelchair in itself always stirred my curiosity and I wondered what the disability was that forced the person to use a wheelchair. If I wasn’t particularly attracted to the person in the wheelchair, it remained just that - the curiosity of the disability and the assistive devices that came with the disability. It had always been like that. Even though I had always been interested in all these medical things, the fear and shame of actually working in the medical field because of my strange interests and attractions had been the reason of my career choice and kept me far away from any medical careers.
Monday, April 22, 2019
Jordan was gone and I just sat there. I felt somewhat abandoned by him. Jordan hadn’t thought twice about it, he had wanted to get out of the hospital as quick as he could.
Tears were slowly running over my cheeks as I sat there in the hospital wheelchair and thought about what had just happened.
I was startled when I heard a voice behind me, “Shay?”
Kim stood there in the door frame with a large bag over her shoulder.
I looked up and she saw my tears, “Are you all right, Shay?”
She set the bag down on the counter and pulled one of the two chairs in the room closer and sat down, “What’s going on Shay? Are you in pain?”
I shook my head but didn’t know what to tell her. I felt silly crying in front of her.
She explained, “My shift ended, I was about to head home. I wanted to check in with you before.”
Kim handed me the tissue box from the counter. I pulled out a tissue and dabbed my eyes.
She inquired, “Is Jordan gone?”
I suppressed the last of my tears and answered, “Yes, he left.”
Kim nodded knowingly, “I guess AMA?”
I now knew what this abbreviation meant and I nodded, “He was very restless.”
Kim remarked, “His body was probably craving the stuff. Most addicts don’t stay here long and leave AMA.”
I nodded again, dabbing some run away tears with the tissue.
“Will you see him again?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, I hope so. He said I will see him again but he didn’t know when.”
“Do you have a way to get in touch with him?”
I explained Jordan’s phone situation to Kim and finished with, “He said I needed to trust him.”
Kim looked down to her feet in the nurses’ clogs and then back up at me, “So you really care about him then?”
I nodded holding the balled-up tissue in my hand, “Yes, very much.”
sorry about the later post but life has just been so busy lately.
I was actually in Portland this past weekend and had a great time. Not too long ago I was in Burien where my character Mark lives and I literally felt like I would have to visit Chiara and him...lol
It's so strange how attached we can get to our characters I guess, they feel so real at times.
Anyways, I edited the next chapter this afternoon since I was still off and am giving you Chapter 26 of Will Love Prevail. I just really love my characters Chiara and Mark so much and they are getting their happy ending. The story is not over yet, I want to give you a bit more of them actually being together.
So for this week, enjoy this chapter and thanks for reading, for you patience, and for commenting. Now I'm off to be a soccer mom, another one of my many personas...lol
Hugs, Yours, Dani
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Sunday, April 21, 2019
As we stood in the foyer of my apartment Jordan looked around nervously.
I wanted to make him feel welcome and reassured him, “I’m very happy you’re here, Jordan.”
He smiled, “Thank you for letting me come here.”
“Let me show you around. It’s not a very big apartment.”
I made my way in front of him and Jordan came behind me.
As we stood there, I explained, “This is the living room. Over there is the kitchen and dining area.”
Jordan scanned my apartment, “It’s a nice place.”
I looked down the hallway, “At the end of the hallway is my bedroom and master bathroom.”
My apartment was not very spacious and I was worried Jordan couldn’t get through the hallway.
I turned to him, “Do you think you can make it down the hallway?”
My judgement at the width of his wheelchair and the width of the hallway was obviously off because Jordan right away answered, “No problem.”
I rolled with my foot on the scooter through the hallway and we made it to the bedroom door.
I went all the way in, Jordan stayed back by the door and I turned to him, “So yeah, this is the bedroom, and over there is the master bathroom. There is also a small bathroom in the foyer with just a toilet and sink but it’s probably too tight for you to get in with the…with the wheelchair.”
He nodded but didn’t come in any further.
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Don't forget to comment, especially if there's anything you want to see happen as I'm always open to suggestions. Even if I don't use your exact idea, it may inspire me of how to direct the story when I'm stuck.
Previously on Love UnSeen: Worried and hurt that despite having sex, Dan is still choosing his fiancee over him, Jackson rushes to his appointment with Harold. Unfortunately, it reminds Jackson of his guilt over his father's suicide, which Jackson blames himself for causing.
This Week on Love UnSeen: Lyn, Jackson's overprotective sister, swoops in, and Jackson is able to talk to her about his conflicted feelings for Dan. Encouraged by their talk, Jackson sits down with Dan in an attempt to determine whether or not he can be trusted.
Next Time on Love UnSeen: Dan and Jackson's first real date doesn't go as planned. Jackson is forced to recall a painful memory from his past, but Dan consoles him and invites Jackson to join him in the darkroom as a token of his sincerity.
So a few things I've realized as I've been working on Love UnSeen over the past few weeks:
- This story is going to have a LOT more sex than anything I've ever written before. (Ironically, no actual sex in this week's episode.)
- This story has sooo many plot threads and tbh I'm scared about how the heck I'm going to tie them all together (nervous laughter)
- I know a lot of you would like to see Dan's POV, but I kind of want to stay in Jackson's for the entire book. It'll be difficult, but part of why I started this story was because you almost NEVER get the blind guy's POV in romances like this. I'll have to see where the story goes, though.
As always, the Table of Contents has been updated, in case you want to catch up or re-read any previous chapters.
Thank you again for your support and for reading! I appreciate it!
Monday, April 15, 2019
hope this finds everyone starting their week off right and in good spirits.
I have been so busy with working a lot and so much stuff going on. 😵 Been working evening shifts until midnight for the past couple of days but at least I got the chapter in on time this week, phew.
I was a bit worried last week because somehow I had to change my user from Google to Blogger (I wonder what this was about and if the other authors had to do this?).
When I didn't have any comments I thought something had gotten messed up but then I threw out a plea 😉 and I saw that you can still comment, thanks for that and also thanks to everyone still reading this.
Anyways, here is Chapter 25 of Will Love Prevail. Hope you enjoy and thanks again,
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Saturday, April 13, 2019
By the way, I would really appreciate if you'd tell me in the comments what you'd like to see in the future, from small things to bigger, immediate or long-run. I have some plot-developing moments planned, but I'm still very much a gardener writer, where I like to see where things take me. I'd appreciate the ideas, really. I'm a little stuck on this scene. I feel that it needs *something* before it can move to what I have planned.
Without further ado, here's
Chapter IX - Dirty Little Secret
I believe there won't be a chapter next week, since I'll leave town on Thursday morning for Easter holiday, but I might be able to schedule a new chapter of B-L-I-N-D before that, this time early into Babs and Henry's relationship. Won't make any promises, though ;)
Monday, April 8, 2019
sorry for the delay this morning. I was just too busy the last few days to be ready to post last night.
And maybe a bit tired too...
Well, here is Chapter 24 of Will Love Prevail.
Thank you so much for the comments last week. I was so happy to read them and appreciate them so much. Thanks for sticking with this story and reading and commenting. You guys really mean a lot to me.
Here is an updated TOC
Sunday, April 7, 2019
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Wednesday, April 3, 2019
(TL;DR - don't want to read my author's note? Skip to the wait: Part 16)
First off, I want to say how EXCITED I am to finally be able to continue this story and share it with all of you. It's been a rough few years, but I'm determined to get this story's first draft done, and your feedback helps so much with that.
I will be posting regularly, EVERY OTHER WEDNESDAY unless something major changes, just as I did with the finale of Season 3 of In/Exhale.
As before (if you remember), I will be writing this more or less "off the cuff": in other words, I won't be polishing it like I do I/E before I post, but instead this will be more or less a first draft. So that means there likely will be bumps along the way, especially as I am NOT an outliner (because no matter what I do, things never work out the way I plan).
I will try to keep a chapter or two ahead if possible. The good news is with my new medication and med schedule so far I'm feeling SO much better. It's wonderful to be inspired to write AND have the energy and lack of pain so I can actually do so. I don't want to make any promises, because with my illness I can't predict one day from the next, but for the first time in a long time I'm really hopeful that I'll be able to write (and post) regularly as before.
So while Love UnSeen is my first priority right now, I'll also be steadily working on the e-book for Season 3 of I/E, and writing S4, so that can be posted hopefully by the end of this year. Additionally, I will *finally* be able to get UnConventional available again, both as an e-book and in print (the latter for the first time ever!). I also may end up writing and posting a few random fanfics, but again, it all depends on how things go.
Needless to say, hopefully we'll be seeing each other regularly for quite some time!
I was lazy and didn't do a summary of the first 15 parts. So you probably want to re-read at least a few parts, if nothing else. But here's the quick and dirty:
Overall (Very Succinct) Summary: After a break-in shatters his security, Jackson Santoro, a blind man with CP living in New Orleans, is forced to take on a roommate, Dan Oldendorf. Except Dan is the man Jackson has been fantasizing about ever since he met him at his sister's wedding. Their mutual attraction draws them together, despite Dan revealing he's currently engaged. To a woman.
Previously on Love UnSeen: Jackson and Dan have sex, all of Jackson's concerns about Dan's lies fading into heated touches and sensual kisses. But what else is Dan hiding? And why is Harold, the current king of Cadmus, the Mardi Gras krewe Jackson's ancestor founded--who hates Jackson--suddenly so interested in him? And will Jackson's abusive ex, Benji, finally stay out of his life?
This Week on Love UnSeen: Jackson and Dan's second round is abruptly interrupted by a phone call. Jackson goes to Harold's for his costume fitting, which dredges up the painful past.
Next on Love UnSeen: Jackson's sister consoles him and urges him to confront Dan, which he does, with unexpected consequences.
And now, without further ado . . .
PS - Catch up with the updated Table of Contents. Please note I have *fixed* all the posts so you can travel from one chapter to the next directly via a link at the bottom of the page.
Monday, April 1, 2019
To be continued....