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You have put my thoughts and dreams……
On paper. It is almost as if you have stolen the basis for your story from my past life, and added a touch of my fantasies to it.
Would that my reality had turned out this way……..
Please finish this.
D. Eden
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus
Fantasy
I always wonder about the sage that says, “Write about what you know.”
Now, where’s the fun in that? If that were the rule, there’d be no fiction and everything would be autobiographical.
I want to tell a story that goes outside those borders, but keeps it, well, almost believable.
My life, your life…
I’m cruel, too. Dangling the perfect life out there, but like the gold ring just out of reach on the carousel.
I’m glad you write to me. We all live in such isolation. If everyone could see what’s in my mind, I guess I wouldn’t need to see my counselor each week.
Not Where I Was Expecting it to Go...
Just about everything here seems different from what our narrator was telling us in the opening chapter: far from relaxing en femme in the house and imagining a future life as a corporate spouse, he's been going outside to the point of flirting with men at a dance club.
More to the point, he's been taking blockers and hormones for a year without letting Claire know. He said last chapter that he wanted children and a family; the assumption was that Claire had similar long-term goals, since the house they bought was large for a couple. His actions here would certainly have an impact on that.
Eric
I’m not apologizing
Everything you’ve said is very true. Our protagonist is not what you had hoped for and I am sorry to dash those expectations.
Stop reading this story.
Spoiler Alert: Chapter Three goes off those rails, veers outside the lines, and reveals the devil inside.
I wonder if Edward Albee had written this, would George be wearing stockings, heels, and a nice dress?