For those new to my blog I will do my best to explain who I am. My author was watching a music video one day and I appeared in her head. Fully dressed and with my name. She says I chose it, but I think Anya must have because I hate it. Think it's awful not to mention the stupid nickname, Soc. However of the trials she puts me through it's fairly low down on my list of gripes. When I first appeared she had killed me off in the first chapter of her first ever story. She rewrote the story to give me a fairly major role and bring me back to life. Since then she has written a novella about my childhood, and a few other stories at various stages of my life. I get jet-lag trying to keep up with the stories.
I met my best friend Nathaniel Smith at seven and we became lovers at seventeen. Life with him is good, although I do find it insulting that she says writing me without Nate is like writing half a character. Apparently we are welded together. I guess if I had to be welded to anyone Nate is who I would choose, so it's not a bad thing. I want to ensure you I am a fully functioning well-rounded male. I mean which half am I ? Bottom half or top ? Either I guess implies I am brainless.
In the new book, she has me as a schoolmaster and has given me the worst class in the school to teach. My brother Angus and Jack are always fighting. Why does she do this to me? I am not even the main character in this story, I don't get why I can't have a part which doesn't involve any kind of physical or emotional pain for me. Things only get worse when I am in the main character role. Right now she is trying an experiment with Nate, Angus and myself in main character position, each telling our story. She wants to start it with a fight between Angus and I, so far we haven't let her do it. I am sick fed up of fighting. She needs to find a new start for this book – I won't fight Angus he is my baby brother. Anyway last time we fought it took twelve Soaring Warriors (soldiers) to drag us apart, it could get nasty and I have no desire to spend the book with broken bones and bruises. We are just plain not doing it, she maybe able to bribe my brother with cake and a night with his wife, but that is not working with me. Not even a night with Nate in a cabin in the woods is going to work this time. Like with all I get put through a petty argument with him over my nephew scribbling in a book would happen. No way she needs a new plan.
Next week I will introduce you to the Island I live on. In the later stories I become guardian of Universal Balance and become ensconced in the Sanctuary Temple of the fifth element.