The Extra Special Present by Shortie

[frb (imported)]

As usual a very good story, tight and will written. However are you going to leave everything hanging (no pun intended) with no part two?

frb

[Shortie (imported)]

As usual a very good story, tight and will written. However are you going to leave everything hanging (no pun intended) with no part two?

frb

Thanks, frb

Your comments are always appreciated.

My wife, Sharon, recently was upset, worried, and concerned due to an exchange of letters with one of her readers. She was sure that she was responsible for the reader potentially doing something to harm himself. The situation resolved later, and Sharon realized that the whole thing had been a misunderstanding of sorts, and no harm had been done.

It was during the time when she was waiting to hear from the person that she wrote that story. I don't quite understand the psychology that would make her emotional state result in a burst of creative output, but that's how it worked. She wrote "The Extra Special Present" in half an hour, believe it or not, and then absolutely refused to let me do any sort of editing whatsoever, as she usually does. She gave it to me with orders to post it as is, so that's what I did. I don't know why she felt so strongly about it, but it's not my place to question her, so did as she instructed.

She started writing another, much longer, story immediately after finishing "Present," and had completed almost two chapters of it when she finally received the letter she so very much wanted to read. I guess the emotional stress wore her out, because she hasn't typed a single word since the issue was resolved.

Maybe other writers have had similar experiences vis-a-vis stress and creative output. It's new to me. I would have guessed it would work the other way entirely, but then I'm no head doctor.

As for a second chapter, I don't know her plans along that line. I also think it needs at least two more chapters, with the second detailing the man's second dream sequence, with him awakening while his wife is still holding his arms above his head with one hand, and scoring his sac with a very sharp fingernail on the other hand. He would realize that she had been whispering to him, guiding his dream with her words.

The third chapter would begin with the man and wife leaving for their dinner reservations at the restaurant, and of course she would propose a toast in the car afterwards. This time when he awakened, it would no longer be a fantasy, and would proceed to its logical conclusion, with him then leading the life of a eunuch cuckold.

Again, I'm not in charge around here. If Sharon wants to write more of that particular story, she'll do so. My opinion doesn't matter.

Maybe if enough of her readers write to her, she'll be persuaded to continue "Present." Maybe not; can't say.