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A buddy of mine lost his father over the holidays and it reminded me of my own situation. In many ways, he and I have experienced a lot of the same emotions, as my dad passed away over twelve years ago now, and neither of our dads ever placed their family and children first.
I may have been slightly inebriated when I wrote what I was feeling, (I was), but it holds true and it's something that I wouldn't normally express. Who knew that Scotch was good for something?
My, I don't know what to call it, maybe poem, should post tomorrow, if not sooner.
I had originally wanted to include song lyrics as part of the epilogue, but after consulting with TeNderLoin and another author, and then looking up some articles on copyright and songs, decided not to.
It took this long for the thought to creep into my brain that if I held the copyright then it wouldn't matter. So I wrote ...
I mean, I contacted Conroy Waite and received his permission to include the words to his hit song, 'The Dance,' which was quite coincidentally also the name of my story.
Go figure.
The epilogue has been updated to include the lyrics.
I mentioned all the other favorites; this was the last of my top five. I hope you enjoyed the journey.
The conflict in today's chapter was inspired by a class I took while still in high school. In order to take Physics, I had to attend the local Community College since my school didn't offer that elective. As I recall, the professor teaching the class was an aging Lothario, complete with the shirt unbuttoned past where age and decency dictated, and with his bushy white chest and belly hair on display for all to see. He even wore the obligatory gold chain.
Needless to say, the two ladies we had in the class dropped it quite quickly, opting out of the stares and uncomfortable leers he provided along with the subject matter.
What's unfortunate, besides the detrimental effect that teachers like that have on students, is that the quid pro quo scenario I included isn't too hard to imagine.
I included this scene for two reasons. First, as I'm sure you're aware by now, one of the themes of this story has been Tim's progression from a teenager to an adult, and the maturity that accompanies his growth. I thought that the way he deals with this can be contrasted with the way he reacts early on when his dad approaches him about selling their family home.
The second reason is more selfish, and that is that I wanted a last bit of conflict in the story. Please remember that this is amateur fiction and I know I broke a lot of basic rules by introducing new characters quite close to the end of the story.
Speaking of endings, tomorrow sees us wrap things up. I thought about posting the epilogue separately on Saturday, but you deserve to have things come to a conclusion without the wait. I'll open up the comments once tomorrow's chapters post.
This weekend brings us to another two of my favorite scenes - one tomorrow (Saturday) and another the following day. The story will finish up next week and as of today, despite TeNderLoin's encouragement to 'Write, Write, Write!' I don't have anything else coming down the pike.
What I do have is a particular set of skills ...
I'm currently reflecting on a bunch of ideas for stories that will hopefully see the light of day sometime soon. Gotta unlock the old brainbox and start them flowing out.
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