Hi, I am an opsimath and here because I want to continue my efforts in learning to write well. Erotica is a difficult genre to write well. I have always had problems with my writing. I learn by reading your contributions, but more by writing my own. I also like to chat- the use of language in any context is beneficial and fun is a wonderful reward.

When I first started writing in this genre it was because I could find no where to put my other stories. I had written more than a hundred of them- mostly for children. There was nowhere I felt happy about placing them. Comments and interest were absent.

I knew that if I were to be any good as a writer I had to have a forum. If the forum decreed that I needed a new genre, so be it. I still write my other genres and keep them for myself. The stories have improved with time. One day, I will open a gallery for them and my art. If you have any comment or criticism to make please do so as I want to be a good writer. I don't want to stop the journey.


I believe we are what we think. We think in terms of language. It therefore follows that if we do not have adequate language skills we are limited in our ability to think.
I advocate that every one communicate. It doesn't have to be fancy. It doesn't have to be about sex. So long as you're happy- that's what matters.

I love to draw. I am developing my own style, constructing my drawings with one line only. They can be very complex and beautiful(to my eyes!) I am working to produce a range of cards and am exploring other applications for them. I do many during my lunch breaks at work and my colleagues watch. Like them I am fascinated because I never know what I will have at the end. The line must always be of use to the drawing and never for the sake of the style.

Its like some one else is doing them, its spooky, but some times it happens with stories too, I simply supply the hand to put them on paper and they tumble out, some times with words and concepts that I'm sure I couldn't have found. I suspect that this makes it difficult rather than easy. Often when I think of a great story to write I sit to put it on paper. Somehow it becomes lost and another story intrudes in a strange way. I don't even know its happening. Then, when I think its done, I put it away for a few months. When I get it out to read again it makes no sense at all. Yet, when I put it on paper I thought it was good.

Its rare that I can be confident that a story of mine is good immediately after it is written. Its weird, and a little frightening. The one thing that is good about it is that sometimes I can have some thing very different at the end. I suspect that many of my stories are different to the point that many people have difficulty with them. I know that I often do too.

It's a strange world with so much in it we don't take, or, we take for granted. We seem to be surrounded by rules that cripple the soul. I wonder whether others feel there is a lack of fulfillment in their lives due to so many things beyond their control. I wonder what the causes are- people or the rules of people, or something within one's self. And does it leave you feeling lonely too that people seem so shallow, and what is deep inside is locked down so tight we only ever see the external veneer?

I'm a shy, reserved person and enjoy communicating with others. It surprises me sometimes when I look back at things I have done in my life. I was once a traveller and have been in 40 countries. To do so was very important to me because I wanted to develop my understanding of the world and my place in it. I spent 8 years travelling. It has always surprised me that I could do that- I'm normally too shy to be so adventurous.

Now I travel within my own country, I like to have a purpose to my travel(as always). I go to investigate the terrible state of our largest river(River Murray), I have had many holidays looking for a place to locate a desalination plant which I have developed theoretically; I have also hunted for a site to locate a solar, molten salt, electricity generation plant which I have also developed my own theory around but am unable to find a good site. Some times, when frustrated with other things, I simply go prospecting for gold. Its fun, purposeful, but won't make me rich. I don't care much about money, I'm not ruled by it, I love ideas and trying to see them work.

I am single, my wife died in 2003. Prior to that we lost our children. Now I live with my little dog, she isn't pedigreed and outwardly she looks a little mis proportioned but on the inside she is very smart and loving. She has a boyfriend who visits and often stays over. Both are caring and devoted to each other. Its remarkable to watch. People often remark that I am looked after by her and not the other way around. She sits and cries when I go to work. When I'm gone she rushes round to see her Little Man and they spend the day together at his place. The neighborhood watches their romance with avid interest.

Little Man died. He was 14 and losing his hearing. He was sitting in the driveway and while watching for his little lady he didn't hear or see the car. Little lady is now grieving. She cries sometimes and seems preoccupied- she misses him. She wants more pats from me and seeks to be on my lap all the time. Its very sad. She goes round to see him every day still and he isn't there. She saw him dead- she knows all that but some how it doesn't quite translate that she won't see him. I find it so very human and sad.

At the moment I'm doing up a kitchen for a woman who was desperate due to her house having moved and cracked during the drought. The cornices were difficult because I couldn't stick them to the ceiling- none of the glues worked. The old cornices needed to be replaced because they, along with the walls had cracked and it was cheaper to replace them. The walls needed a lot of repair. It's taken a long time. She has no money and doesn't have her health. Soon the job will be over and I'll have my tools home again. I've missed them, not being able to do things as I needed to around the house. It's funny but as the job has progressed, she has become arrogant and mean, as though she is the boss and I am her tradesman. I'll finish what I've started and then she'll have to start saving as I won't be doing any more.

Recently at work one of my colleagues took a personal phonecall. Her husband had phoned to say that he'd been to the doctor and he had no more options left. He has cancer. She cried as she talked to him. It's funny, but we work so hard for people who have fewer problems than we do sometimes, and they treat us with arrogance and indifference while expecting every thing to be done for them. After her phonecall we talked. My colleague has no money left, she hadn't eaten that day or the one before because the cancer therapy has been so expensive. I had no idea she was in this predicament. I gave her money so she can eat. Life can be tough. I went through it with my wife and before that with our children. I know how tough it can be.

I have no idea what else to say but am often here and can usually answer any questions, after all, I see life as being a quest and questions are a part of that. I would say though that people who read stories and don't leave acknowledgment don't impress- it's like stealing and those who are mendacious with what they leave are worse. I have the dignity not to be like that.

Thank you for reading this. It is difficult to write about my self, not just because of my shyness( which is one of the reasons I'm here-I figure that contact with others who don't seem to have the problem is good for me) but because I can develop my writing skills. I try to have a purposeful life and it's all about that.

I have plans. I've had them for some time. I'm now embarking on bringing them into fruition. I'm getting my house ready for sale and will soon move to another town about 2,000 km away and will establish a shop in which I sell the cake I bake, the pies and pasties, the icecream I make and party foods. I know it will be a lot of work but I need a new challenge. As a part of my business I will have a wall for my writing work- not my erotic stories but the others, and for my art. I want it to succeed as I think something new will be good in the economic environment we are all being challenged by. I have met a beautiful woman who wants to be a part of this and we think and hope that we will succeed. For some reason I think my writing of erotica needs a rest as its not flowing any more. I'm not saying I'm leaving- only that I will have more in my life and it will be more difficult for me to be here soon.