An Ode to Duncan Swallow

Duncan Swallow

I know this is not a photo of my dear friend Dunc,  but I couldn’t find the picture he sent me of him in his underwear. Seriously, the man was wearing underwear and tights. He was not being a deviant though, merely sharing a photo of his writing group, Talliston Writers’ Circle staging some kind of play.

When I first “met” Duncan Swallow I was a tad gun shy when it came to male bloggers. I won’t elaborate, but suffice is to say I was leery of another male writer being nice to me. Dunc was flirtatious but not suggestive.  I read his posts, which at first, I thought were long-winded. The more I read, the more I liked him. The more we chatted, the more I cared for him.

Duncan is my friend. He has restored my faith in men. Roger Darling does that too, everyday, but so does my friend from Across the Pond. He made me realize that I’m a good writer and woman. That though I’m pretty, I have more to offer this world than just that.

He started calling me Hotshot. I gotta say I’m digging the nickname. He shares his stories with me before he posts them. Thanks to him, I was able to muster enough courage to submit some stories to Those stories were published. Roger Darling tells me to stop telling you all that I’m published. I won’t. I’m a self-promoting nut ball.

I hope that I get to meet Dunc. Tell him I love him. For everything. For the praise, kudos, criticism, and kick ass nickname. Most of all, I’m thankful for what he gave back to me. Faith, strength and hope. I love you Dunc. You’re one of my favorites.


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