My Ever Changing Year
This has been a year of introspection, reflection and
monumental decision making. Very early
in the year D. D. Story began to realize that her supply of word was beginning
to diminish. While at the same time the flow of words greatly increased for
Richard Nurse. (The true owner of the D.
D. Story pen-name.)
While the physical form, in which D. D. Story resided, was
still completely intact, the words became less erotic and more suggestive in
nature. The stories that the characters were
telling now also were evolving. Instead
of erotic stories of lesbian love, the stories now about mystery, detectives
and crimes. While not all of the
characters in the new books are lesbians, each new story still has a central
figure in the story that is a lesbian.
Just as D. D. Story's books were always told from a woman's point of
view, the new stories are also written from a woman's point of view.
The following is the last few sentences from the first
review of "Out of the Chaos" written by Richard Nurse (Richard Nurse has written a
romantic murder mystery, if there is such a thing. He wrote from the woman’s
point of view surprisingly well, and the dialogue moves the story along at a
fast pace. For people looking for more than a straight murder mystery
(especially female readers), this book is for you! ) the full version of this review, can be found
on either Goodreads or Amazon.
As Richard Nurse and D.
D. Story, I am proud of what I have written, no matter which name it has been
published under. D. D. Story is not
going to leave the scene, now or in the foreseeable future. D. D. Story is now going to be the author of
erotic love along with purely erotic stories, which might fall under the LGBT
Rainbow. While Richard Nurse is planning
to write stories in either the crime, mystery, or romance genres, along with
poetry and stories in verse. In fact the
next story is complete, and simply awaiting its cover art. It is planned to be a Short Story Detective
Series with a series name of "Jasper, Street Fighter & Me" with the first Episode has a title of
"Candie is not always Sweet"
While it is tempting to
provide a sneak peek here for the "Jasper, Street Fighter & Me"
series, I am going to resist, and simply say to look for my
Nursesnook&Books blog, Nursesnook&Books which will always appear on D. D. Story's Fan
Page. I also am planning to do a
re-write of "Lost" Trish's Story, and re-issue it as a Revised Author
Edition. This was probably the first
book that was published with the D. D. Story pen-name, which was not written as
an erotic story, which makes it the perfect candidate for a re-write.
I realize that there
will be some that will be angry with me, and fell as if I deceived them. That was never my intent, nor did I ever
state that D. D. Story was anything other than a pen-name. However, to possibly help my readers to
understand my situation a little better I have attached a poem entitled
"The Women in Me" I hope that you notice that it is authored by both
D. D. Story and Richard Nurse, for we are one in the same, and always will be.
The Woman in Me
Expelled from within with each muscles squeeze
Nouns and pronouns; supported by a preposition or two.
Mingle with verbs, adverbs and colorful adjectives to
Reds and yellows mixed with brilliant orange hues,
Flowing in a stream; traveling on a continual breeze.
While the method of conveyance is equal on each side,
Some opt to ride the cells going to the right,
The shy and secretive for there is stability and safety there.
While the majority take highway that leads to the left,
Eager to move, on to the adventure, that waits outside.
The right side filled beyond its capacity back a few years.
To the point where words and phrases long hidden there
Began to wiggle and squirm looking for a way out.
Some were small and found the opening called the keyhole.
While others; formed a chain, together slipping under the door.
The door has cracked open, fully open, it might never be!
But, those words that surfaced; to me were never new.
Words like, sexuality, gender, depression and unsure
Have been long locked away, my personal cross to bare.
A cross, that for some reason, I have now chosen to share.
I made my choice, some fifty-five odd years ago
To live my life as the physical gender that I was born.
Knowing but never telling my mother, who did, oh so long
That she did have a daughter, it just arrived in the wrong form.
She wanted one to call Nancy, but I preferred D. D.
D. D. you see, was the best form of therapy there is for me.
She took the words and thoughts that slipped out from the right.
D.D. then, blended them with the colorful array, expressed by the left.
To create stories, some short, some long, and poetry too,
That allows the woman in me, to tell her stories to you.
©October 2, 2015
By: D. D. Story, and Richard Nurse
The Antique Poet
