Dr. Doolittle talked about the Pushmepullyou as an animal that could go any direction once it got a mind as to what it wanted to do. Loved it as a child. Still love it. Sometimes you need the pushmepullyou. Sometimes you need to be the pushmepullyou.

It was almost a year ago when I stopped writing. Not entirely, but close. I had a book almost done and I showed it to a person who told me it was a road to hell.

He hadn’t read it. He just made a judgement.

It stopped me. Cold. I could be told I’d written a bad book or a silly book, or a boring book. All of those things would have sent me skittering back to my computer to do better. This stopped me cold.

Mind you, it didn’t have a sex scene in it. The morally reprehensible in the book learn from their mistakes or don’t but it’s address.

I really do expect to piss off everyone before they’ve finished because it’s a true story of how I’ve come to believe what I believe, even though most of it is fictional. A truth story doesn’t necessarily need to be true.

But I figure people who are pissed off are at least engaged. And it’s written in short story/ novella size chunks where you can pick and choose what you like.

I’ve sat frozen on an iceberg of disapproval and guilt until someone said the magic words. “You mean this person didn’t think like you.”

Well duh. Thank you.

I’m back finishing up stories and polishing them into volume three of the series, The World in Reflection. I’m almost there.

But I do need your help. I have several stories I’m deciding whether to include or not.  Would you look at this one and let me know what you think? It’s called the Rocking Chair. It’s a bit odd, even by my standards, but gentle. My question is, is it too dull? Help me here.

You’ll find Rocking Chair at https://sightunseen2016.wordpress.com/home/stories/the-rocking-chair/