http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/I have many stories to tell, the roots of which are bedded in truth. It is fun to play with details and descriptions and embellish them for effects. And so, though my stories have a history and authenticity, in a novel(s) is where they belong. Writing that novel(s) is no easy task, and it is time consuming. There are many obstacles along the way that would keep a writer from reaching the goal--a published book. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/577489Prologue: I shared this story in the past, a chapter at a time, in my Perplexities blog. Since then, I have played with it a bit and I also shared it as a serial story on http://www.planetwriters.com/ after being invited to write there by our Cent who helped to start that site. I am going to...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/571339I stopped outside the door. I struggled with myself--a mighty struggle. I'm sure it showed on my face and in my demeanor that there was within me an upheaval of emotion so strong that it was tearing me in two. My fears struggled against my logic. My desires fought off my pessimism. My intimate...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/546460Continuation of Someone Lies Outside - His Story There's not much left for me to enjoy in this life. It is hard now, continually difficult and dissatisfying. How did I get to this place? Why did I not see it coming? Were there signs I missed? I stand on the top of the west bluffs at sunset,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/545383his story continued - A ngry, anxious, aggressive, abused B ehaviour a problem, backward, confused...... C ouldn't we do something? D evelopment delayed, disturbance of sleep, E ating too little, emotion too deep..... F ace it! We've already lost him. G rowing old quickly, although very young, H...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/545033his story continued - "Big Muddy" "Dark River" "Mighty Mo" "Wide Missouri".... The river winds its way, twisting and turning, dividing one state from another, cutting the city into North and South. Spanned by bridges carrying rush-hour traffic into and out of the downtown, the drivers never...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/544863his story continued - When my stomach rumbles long and low and the pangs of hunger grip my power of thinking, wrenching it from anything but the desire to put something in that complaining void, I haunt places I would have once disgustingly avoided. But, I don't want to tell you of the maggots...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/525468His Story - Continued I realize that I'm not painting a very attractive self-portrait. In fact, I don't even like myself. How could anyone else want my company. The nearest thing that I have to a friend is Harold. We met that day when I returned to find my van/home towed away. He helped me out by...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/525088His Story - Continued - Downsizing they called it. I knew it was coming but I had no idea it would include me. In my mind I was indispensable to the company. I had worked there for twenty years. I made good money, felt good about myself, had a pretty wife and a nice house in Florida. I was an...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/524781Spring was nice. Summer was grand. Fall was pretty, but worry about the coming winter nagged at the fringes of my mind. I took every opportunity to bask in the sun, wherever and whenever I could find it, storing up that vitamin D for when it would be withheld by snow and ice. I was right to...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.6175/516457For the few of you who were trying to keep up with the beginning of my writing of a novel, I've probably lost you completely. Not only did I change the title, but I also switched the blog category and my way of posting the preceding chapters. What used to be Pilothat is now Someone Lies Outside....