[caption id="attachment_583” align="alignright” width="225” caption="Cover of Baby Makes Three”][/caption] A few days ago I finished the first draft of the sequel to Holding On, which I’m calling Baby Makes Three. This latest book picks up the story of David and Gun, and introduces a third character, Tom. Tom is a young college student the two men decide to mentor, helping him with his education as well as the complexities of modern gay life.
I’ve found myself thinking a lot lately about the concept of family. Not the so-called ‘traditional’ family, with a mother, father and 2.3 children, a concept I don’t think has existed in reality since the 1970s. No, I’m talking about the families some gay men manage to find or create for themselves. Not the ‘Modern Family’ family of husband, husband and adopted third-world orphan, but a true extended family with not only a couple, but brothers, aunts and uncles too.
[caption id="attachment_498” align="alignright” width="229” caption="A pair of Korat Cats (source: Wiki Commons)"][/caption] I’ve been slowly getting back into the groove of writing, after the twin disruptions of moving and illness. I’m almost back into the habit of writing every day. The thing I’m mainly working on at the moment is a sequel to Holding On, which I’m calling “Baby Makes Three” at least for now [I ended up calling it Five At Table].
I haven’t written much about what I’m up to lately, mainly because I haven’t written much. It’s not the usual excuse of the holidays, since I stayed in Bangkok for them. No, what’s kept me busy is moving, and being sick. Funny how that happened. I signed the lease one day, then celebrated with a bowl of yakisoba at my favorite noodle shop, which gave me a bad case of food poisoning.
[caption id="attachment_316” align="alignright” width="214” caption="The cover for Journey’s End”][/caption] I started writing Journey’s End a few weeks ago, and I think I’m already 30 to 40% done with the first draft, with several key parts already written. I’m afraid work has slowed down considerably since floods hit the part of Bangkok I live in. It’s odd, really. In theory, I have lots of time to write, but it’s hard to sit and focus, let alone let your imagination fly, when you’re checking to see how far up the street the water has come every five minutes.
A little over a week ago I got started on the third and final book in my “Journey” series, which will be called Journey’s End. I’m probably about a quarter of the way through it already, and I’m pleased with how it’s going so far. This story brings Piero and Plai from Journey to Angkor together with Henry and Kung from Journey to Rai-Lay for a grand adventure. The book will probably be published around the start of next year, if the writing continues to go well.
I’ve more or less finished the first draft of my latest book, which I’m calling “Deconstructing David”, at least for now. As it stands, the book is right at 41,000 words, or about 120 pages if it was a printed book. The story is told from the point of view of David, a 40-something American living in Bangkok, and facing something of a mid-life crisis. After more than a dozen years living in Thailand, he has become disillusioned and is considering returning to the states for the first time.
So, I’m writing again. It’s becoming something of an addiction, as I had planned to take a bit of a break before diving into the third (and final) book of the Journey series. But a new idea took root in my head, and it seems that now I’m in the ‘habit’ of writing, story ideas continue developing and bouncing around my head, becoming increasingly distracting, until I write them down.