A note to our readers:
As some of you have pointed out, it's been over two years since we updated these stories. My deepest apologies.
A lot has happened over the last two years. Whenever we started to work on the stories something major came up. First we were just friends. That's when our writing was easiest. There was nothing else standing in the way of our work. We could talk for eighteen straight hours about what we were going to do with the characters. We had their lives mapped out clear through their grandchildren attending college.
Then the wonders of lust kicked in around the time we put out the second chapter of Miracles, as noted in Goruda commenting on me as his mate. The first time lasted for a grand total of a month before we broke up. That lasted for two weeks, tops, before we were back together. Lust deepened to love. Love turned sour when I got sick and had to be hospitalized for over a week. I call it a reaffirmation of my own mortality. We separated for the second time so I could figure myself out. That lasted for about a month.
I was responsible for the first two breakups, so of course the last one had to be his doing. Well. mostly his doing......Okay, I was flirting with a friend of mine and he took it the wrong way. Then he started to get lust bunnies over a friend of his from an RP chat room. A minor! He broke up with me for jail bait!
Hank: Remind me, sweet author, who was seventeen when he was nineteen?
grumbles
Hank: The course of true love is a rocky one at best.
I'll remember that, Mr. McCoy, when I'm working on Miracles.
Anyway, it took him three months to get his penchant for jail bait out of his system (read: the little louse broke up with him). We threw ourselves back into our relationship the same way we do everything, wholly and without bounds. This has been noted by those of you who've visited my profile and noticed we got married February 11, 2003.
Life got in the way. We worried about jobs and apartments. About babysitting nieces and nephews. About having a child of our own, and changing our minds after the first miscarriage (The pregnancy lasted for less than three weeks. It did help, somewhat, to know that 75% of all pregnancies terminate themselves within a month of conception. Most without the parents knowing that they're pregnant.).
Of course, when we decided we weren't ready for a child, and began taking precautions against having one, we ended up pregnant. Pregnancy affected my writing in odd ways. I'd come up with fabulous story ideas and then find myself unable to put them to print. Hopefully, now that our daughter (Medea Kathleen) is born that won't be a problem.
So there you have it, the explanation we've owed you for over two years now. We do plan on finishing these stories. Never fear, my need for Hank/Bobby slash will always prevail in the end.
With the best of intentions (and hopefully new chapters),
Chi Oujo Shiro
As some of you have pointed out, it's been over two years since we updated these stories. My deepest apologies.
A lot has happened over the last two years. Whenever we started to work on the stories something major came up. First we were just friends. That's when our writing was easiest. There was nothing else standing in the way of our work. We could talk for eighteen straight hours about what we were going to do with the characters. We had their lives mapped out clear through their grandchildren attending college.
Then the wonders of lust kicked in around the time we put out the second chapter of Miracles, as noted in Goruda commenting on me as his mate. The first time lasted for a grand total of a month before we broke up. That lasted for two weeks, tops, before we were back together. Lust deepened to love. Love turned sour when I got sick and had to be hospitalized for over a week. I call it a reaffirmation of my own mortality. We separated for the second time so I could figure myself out. That lasted for about a month.
I was responsible for the first two breakups, so of course the last one had to be his doing. Well. mostly his doing......Okay, I was flirting with a friend of mine and he took it the wrong way. Then he started to get lust bunnies over a friend of his from an RP chat room. A minor! He broke up with me for jail bait!
Hank: Remind me, sweet author, who was seventeen when he was nineteen?
grumbles
Hank: The course of true love is a rocky one at best.
I'll remember that, Mr. McCoy, when I'm working on Miracles.
Anyway, it took him three months to get his penchant for jail bait out of his system (read: the little louse broke up with him). We threw ourselves back into our relationship the same way we do everything, wholly and without bounds. This has been noted by those of you who've visited my profile and noticed we got married February 11, 2003.
Life got in the way. We worried about jobs and apartments. About babysitting nieces and nephews. About having a child of our own, and changing our minds after the first miscarriage (The pregnancy lasted for less than three weeks. It did help, somewhat, to know that 75% of all pregnancies terminate themselves within a month of conception. Most without the parents knowing that they're pregnant.).
Of course, when we decided we weren't ready for a child, and began taking precautions against having one, we ended up pregnant. Pregnancy affected my writing in odd ways. I'd come up with fabulous story ideas and then find myself unable to put them to print. Hopefully, now that our daughter (Medea Kathleen) is born that won't be a problem.
So there you have it, the explanation we've owed you for over two years now. We do plan on finishing these stories. Never fear, my need for Hank/Bobby slash will always prevail in the end.
With the best of intentions (and hopefully new chapters),
Chi Oujo Shiro