I had an email exchange with a fan recently. They requested a sequel to a story that might have an interesting second chapter out there, but at this point I don’t have anything in my head for it, so I declined. The fan was gracious about it, but I could feel the disappointment in their email.
I feel bad whenever I disappoint a fan. I wish that I could find that one screw, that one that drives each and every one of you absolutely over the edge each time, every time, and then tighten it down until just looking at your computer and thinking about my story for you makes your pulse quicken. But let’s face it, I have to paint with a much broader stroke.
For me to get started painting with my words at all, I have to have something in my head and I don’t always have that. There are several series on Literotica that I would like to finish, but those endings have not come to mind yet (All though I’m getting close to something for Helen and Jim.) and I sure as heck don’t want to ‘Game of Thrones’ the endings.
All this is meant to give a little context to ‘I’m sorry’. I’m sorry when I disappoint even one fan. Please forgive me and rest assured, I’m still looking for your perfect screw. Pun intended.
Your Humble Author,