Fatbastard: Blog

New Zealand (like most of the USA) was settled by a steady stream of European colonists from about 1820. In the 1840s, that stream became a wave which swamped the indigenous Maori peoplee and largely disposessed them of land, resources, and political power, with predictable results. During the last 50 years there has been a Maori Rennaissance, with recognition and revival of the language, reparation, compensation for illegal actions by the Government, and moves towards a limited degree of co-governance in particular areas.
The Right in NZ have recently prevailed in an election, and have promised to halt and reverse these trends. This blog post is in a sense a celebration that I can still say
Meri Kirihimete tatou!

The story I started as a short one 39 chapters and more than twelve months ago is now finished. I will post the penultimate chapter in the weekend, and the final one shortly after Xmas. In the New Year I will establish a posting schedule for a much shorter 'coming of age story titled 'Uncle Frank, Andrea, Sex, and Me'.
'First Time Again' is my first story and I have greatly enjoyed writing it. It would help me lots if you would VOTE and COMMENT.

Christmas is apon us and I have made a herculean and praiseworthy effort to finish this story before returning to the real world where rellies camp on the lawn, jetskis roar round the bay, and reindeer shit in the water ruins the fishing. Enjoy!

I got somewhat distracted by a new story - a "coming of age" tale that I couldn't seem to get out of my head.

In future, I will finish any story I start before posting the first chapter, so as to be able to keep to a posting schedule in spite of the pressures and complications that seem to be an inevitable part of everyday life.

Anyhoo - First Time Again is back in the front of my consciousness, and I will finish it before I do any more work on anything else.

I hope you are enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it. Please VOTE and COMMENT.

A headstrong horse, donkey, or mule can take an inexperienced rider a long way if he (or she) can manage to stay on it. Eventually the animal allows the rider to take some control over the direction and pace of the ride.
Stories might be a bit like that. I now have at least some idea where this might go, and I continue to be amazed by the way my unconscious evidently operates.
The 'details' which I dropped into early chapters for no particular reason except to add a bit of local colour or to 'flesh out' the characters now serve as 'bases' on which subsequent events keep getting erected. I am still having enormous fun with this story, and I continue to hope that readers are too.
Please :- VOTE, COMMENT, CRITICIZE, or COMPLIMENT.