Anyone who works in IT knows that when you learn a new programming language, the first exercise they nearly always give you is to write the shortest program that outputs those exact words (“Hello, World!”) to the screen. I worked in IT for several years, so I’ve written my share of those short, teeth-cutting programs, usually never longer than five lines or so.
This exercise has been different: It took over 74,000 words to get back to what I always really wanted to do — to write — and to say to you all: “Hello, World!” Those tens of thousands of words are now out there for you to peruse for yourself under the title: The Desolate Homestead. For those of you interested in M/M erotica, I hope you’ll download it from Amazon, or perhaps buy a paperback version, and enjoy traipsing through the adventures of Tom Dowdy and his new mate. If you do, please take a moment to leave a review for me (and others) to get your impressions. I’m eager to find out whether all of my high school and college professors were right in advising me that, at some point, I would have to dedicate myself to this art.
Writing erotica for me has been a way to get into the groove of not just putting pen to paper, but also publishing — again, cutting my teeth on a new language, so to speak. About a year ago, I figured that writing fun stories that don’t have to be 200,000 word tomes would be a good way to edge myself from IT into writing. I have plenty of, let’s just say, more “serious” stories to tell once I’ve lost these baby teeth and start getting my adult set in. But for now, enjoy my early years. We all grow up so fast!