A short delay.

  I am falling a bit behind on the next installment of Josie, a love story.  I had hoped to have Parts II and IV ready to post this evening, but between the demands of the day,   I’ve never written a story quite like Josie before but I already know this is most significant expression of human love that I have written since, “I Am a Poem, Bisensual,” in which the poem itself achieved a sentient life of its own and became not only intimately aware of its readers, but able to penetrate the thin veneer of humanity and go straight to the very heart and soul love itself as it seduces and makes unequivocal love to its own reader.

Josie is the story of a young man who falls in love, but he has no idea if the object of his affection is a male or a female. Unbelievable? Not really. I have met and know a real life Josie, an incredibly attractive, succulently sensuous, and completely guileless individual that anyone no matter how erudite or imbued with worldly experience would be hard-pressed to ascribe a gender.

  I know from the emails that I am receiving that a lot of my readers are impatient for the next installment, but it is well underway and yes, it will published no later than tomorrow. In response to Heather, yes, I already know the story and how it will end. Typically, for me, a story goes through several stages. First, there is the idea. I make notes on a notepad, think about the characters, the situations. Sometimes, I write bits of dialog, bits of prose. Sometimes I only write significant words—not actually a good practice since I sometimes forget why I wrote the word in the first place. But in this case, I know the story and how it will end. My work is to organize the words.

  Which is why I am taking another day. The next part of the story will appear tomorrow, Thursday.