A continuation of the memoir of my life with Mark. As I noted with Chapter 1 - Endings and Beginnings, this work is made up of both mine and Mark’s writing. This chapter is essentially his with some comments by me - his work is written in italics here (and will be in future chapters).
I want to thank everyone for the wonderful responses I have received so far. I hope you will continue to like the book.
THE FUNNY MAN
Humor is the bucket used to bale out our boat when confronted with the difficulties of daily life that threaten to sink it. A good sense of humor seemed the logical choice to top the list of qualities I would seek in a life partner. Unfortunately, as I walked along the path of my maidenhood, I usually found myself hooked up with men that I had to cheer up. While I do have an agile sense of the absurd and have a funny moment or two, my cheering up abilities slant more toward nurtury rather than comedy.
Years ago when I was an actress, many comic actors crossed my path like proverbial black cats. I must note that I personally find black cats charming and not the least bit unlucky; it was the actors who proved to uphold that bogus superstition. But, even as they touted their comedic credentials I found myself being courted by a slew of men Dostoyevsky might have created.
Mark seemed different; most everyone that knew him talked about how funny he was—what a great sense of humor he had. If he let out the loud honking bark that was his signature, you were forced to laugh yourself—even if what he said wasn’t particularly funny. The shock of the sound itself and Mark’s pleasure in emitting it were more powerful than any bad joke. According to his diary, to be funny was his goal in life.
Been mulling over putting this on my blog. I have talked about a 20-year-old writers block before discovering POTO. This is the last piece of writing I did, a memoir of my marriage (ten chapters total) and our experience with the AIDS. Mark was a writer, too, and some of his work is included. Feel free to pass on reading - October 5 will be the 26th anniversary of his death at age 39 of this vicious disease. I think he would like to have some people read his writing - me, too.
Endings and Beginnings
It would be several minutes before the nurse came in to disconnect the monitors and pronounce Mark officially dead. In the meantime, three flat lines continued to flash—one yellow, one blue, one green—against a background of black. A moment before they had been peaks and valleys. Testimony to Mark’s continued existence: yellow for respiration, blue for pulse, green for I don’t know what.
His death had been witnessed by many of our friends—most of them members of the Buddhist organization we belonged to. They had come to pray and remember—a “love fest”—the suggestion of Mark’s doctor. Instead of tears and mourning, Mark had exited the planet surrounded by love and laughter; the hospital room radiated with a vibrancy it normally lacked. This lack was no fault of the decorator who had probably chosen the rose-colored paint in an effort to distract from the dismal situations that took place in this room on the AIDS ward. The passing of time saw the paint fade much like the patients who had roomed here. That glow departed with our friends, leaving me alone—leaving the room dark. Darkness now was better though—better to avoid the decay that had already begun to settle there.
Almost Two Years of Stories to make up for 20 years of writer’s block!
A Gift from the Past - my first venture into phan fiction having met up with POTO vis a vis the RAH25 concert and hating the ending. This is the first of 3 multi-chapter mysteries. Once I got Erik together with Christine, I didn’t know what to do to keep the momentum going, so went to my fallback favorite reads. This story deals with a villain from Erik’s childhood - a neighbor who returns to terrorize the ballet rats. As their relationship develops, Erik and Nadir form a partnership Phantom Security.
The Gift of the Present - The second multi-chapter finds Christine pregnant and the concern with Erik’s deformity being passed on. The mystery revolves around murders of pregnant women - the babies being stolen. The investigation becomes complicated when it turns out Raoul was involved with one of the murdered women.
The Gift of New Beginnings The third of the series brings Persia back into the lives of Erik, Nadir and Darius. A body covered with a cape Raoul reported stolen is found in the alley of the Palais Garnier. Indications that gambling and an unpaid debt is the reason for murder. Persian coins lead the detectives to investigate a gambling ring operating out of a Persian cafe on the Rue Rivoli.
Gift Set is a collection of one-shots with the characters from the Gift Stories - most of them about Erik and Christine, but a few with the Girys and Nadir.
Note: All of the Gift stories have familiar characters along with OCs and their own stories, with new couples in addition to the ongoing saga of Erik and Christine - Adele Giry and Nadir, Meg and Darius, Phillippe and an O/C, Raoul and an O/C and a young boy named Andre and his mother. There is also a police detective modeled on Columbo and a doctor who gets called in on all the cases. Erik’s and Christine’s pasts are examined in flashbacks, so there are some heavy duty moments. All my multi-chapters are M rated.
A Child is Born, A Gift from St. Valentine, and The Gift of a Dance are one-shots, again based on the Erik/Christine couple in the Gift series. A Child is Born won Best Fluff in last year’s Christmas contest created by @notaghost3.
Now we have the Love Never Dies stories - hey, I said I was making up for 20 years of writer’s block…
This year’s entry in @notaghost3‘s contest is entitled First Christmas - Erik’s literal first celebrated Christmas and the first for the little family of Erik, Christine and Gustave (yes, she survives).
I have one complete LND mult-phic Ten Long Years - my imaginings of what happened during the ten years between POTO and LND to the main characters and the feelings of all the parties once they are reunited at Coney Island.
Last is my current WIP A Normal Life - basically the continuation of LND and what I believe happens to Erik and Christine once they are back together. I currently have 9 chapters published and working on Chapter 10.
This is likely enough reading for an entire year! That said, I do hope anyone who hasn’t taken the plunge with reading my stories will take this opportunity to give one or all of them a read.
Writing again and finding this phandom has brought such happiness into my life and I just want to thank everyone who has supported me and offered their friendship. Happy New Year.
As promised, POTO angst (with a side of romance because I am who I am and couldn’t help myself).
Please enjoy and if you would like to yell at me in review, I’d be okay with that . 😜😁
The Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux, illustrated by Rachel Perkins.
These illustrations come from the Barnes and Noble Classics Edition of Phantom.
Of particular note is Rachel Perkins’ Leroux-accurate depiction of Erik and Christine’s journey to the lair, featuring Christine still dressed in her male attire from Faust, Erik in his rowboat wearing his black mask, and the white form of César the horse fleeing in the background.
1) Erik kisses Christine (cover art)
2) Ballerina’s invade La Sorelli’s dressing room
3) Skulls roll in the graveyard at Perros
4) The chandelier crashes down
5) Erik appears at the masked ball dressed as Red Death
6) Erik takes Christine across the lake to his lair
7) The Managers keep watch over the envelope with their 20,000 francs
just some sketches i did a while ago of our deep sea merman ( @monster-bait, its our boy), after she asked me what his teeth and tongue would look like. For…hmm…science reasons.
So i made this very quick, sorry about the whole crapness lol Btw he is a main character of a book project we are working together, so be sure to follow me and her to receive updates!
“Musical Automaton in the form of a female bust created in Paris around 1870. Powered by clockwork she is a harpist playing a Lyre (now missing) and was once dressed in fine silks. Made of papier-mâché with glass eyes and real hair. https://t.co/YrboCmnv88