I'll be updating my domain within the next couple of weeks with new fiction. In the meantime, here's an anecdote from this winter. I received a letter from a leatherman who said he had been moved to tears by one of my stories. I assumed, of course, that he had been reading one of my leather tales.
It turned out he had read one of my PG-rated male friendship stories. Here it is:
After ten years as apprentice to a Peacesteward, the one thing Erastus is sure of is that he's ill-prepared to become a master. Unfortunately, he's about to discover just how ill-prepared he is.
Story:
Crossing the Cliff (21,000 words).
Website:
Darkling Plain.