Now Entering Obscurity
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day, after driving for about seven hours, I saw a sign. I dont mean a
metaphorical or spiritually life-changing sign, but an actual physical
and tangible sign. It was on the side of the road and was just as plain
and non-descript as the day itself. It read, Welcome To Obscurity!
Enjoy Your Stay!
Ryder Autumns always heard that successes came with a price, but his new celebrity as an author, without his wife to guide him, was way too much for him to handle and he yearned for obscurity. He found it in the most unexpected of places. Or did he?
Obscurity embraced Ryder from the moment he passed the sign on the side of the road that welcomed him. The problem with a town only big enough to be on a map is that it embraces just a little too tightly...and a little too quickly...especially to newcomers. He never gave any thought to that, until...
Jonathan C. Akin
Jonathan Chadwick Akin spends his nonworking time appearing at book festivals, emceeing author events, and supporting and promoting other self-published authors. He and his dog relocated to Atlanta from Cincinnati in mid-2011. He has begun writing his fourth novel. For more information, please visit www.jonathancakin.com.
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Now Entering Obscurity - Jonathan C. Akin
Contents
Acknowledgments
Obscurity or Bust
Getting Settled
Eating Out
Taking Walks
Starting School
Doing Chores
Shaping Up
Helping Out
Spreading Cheer
Ringing In
Being Bombarded
Saying Vows
Creating Diversions
Defining Life
Obscurity or Bust II
To my friends,
Tim Howard and Debbie Rose
Other novels by Jonathan C. Akin
Interrations
Winner’s Choice
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank the following for their help beyond just their daily support and encouragement and the sharing of their lives and friendships: Tim Howard; You always seem to know where I should direct my focus, Melba Gross; You are just the best darn P.R. person anyone could hope for, Robert Chambers; You didn’t spill the beans to anyone, Debbie Rose; You read and gave me feedback on the first half (and the fact that you’ve read my other two novels so many times) and kept me going while waiting so patiently, Mom; You kept me from having to think about all those other things, Dad; Your keen eye kept me true to my words, Mark and Shannon Massaro; You two, in addition to so many other things, introduced me to a new attitude, Tammy Mansfield; You trusted me with your soul, Darlene Popplewell; You know when to stand by me and when to jump out of the way, Victoria Pichardo; You are my cultural epicenter, Daniel Murphree; You re-entered my life (albeit too briefly) at just the right time, Alana Edwards; You shared in the joy of the life of and the mourning of the loss of an old friend, and Rocky; You…well, you are just you, you little goofball.
Now, I have to thank the following for indulging me and allowing me to inundate their lives (plus sharing their lives, friendships, and support and encouragement) for the past few years with what started out as just a way to tell some friends and family what was going on with me and my burgeoning writing career, but has now grown into a monthly e-newsletter reaching twenty-three U.S. states and Canada (and still growing): Candy Abbott, Elyse Aiello-Mann, Charles and Dari Akin, Cheryl and Gary Akin, Jeff and Kate Akin, Jennifer Akin, Sandra Akin, Mike Angeline, Terre AshBrook, Sue and Jim Atzemis, James Avant, Jenny Baer, Barbara Baldwin, Diana Bowman, Jerome Brown, Cheri Calloway, Pam and Brian Campbell, Greg Carter, Pelle Cass, Marcus Causey, Brian DiNapoli, Mary Jo Dinser, Lori Drake, Ann Marie Droluk, Margaret Dyer, Alana Edwards, Cindy Elsberry, Dan Fitzmaurice, Beth Garino, Nilu Gavankar, Cyndi Gaw, Melissa and J.P. Gegato, Ibrahim Ghanoush, Deborah Gladden, Michael Grogan, Melba Gross, Kelly Grundhoefer, Sherry Hardebeck, Lori Harnist, Barry Harvey, Jim Hasse, Madeline Hatter, Darlene Hauck, Terry Henderson, Tim Howard, Fran Hyc, Prince Johnson, Candace Juergen, Judy Lacina, Denise Leon, Linda Littman, Nikisha Lucier, Bernadette Luebberst, Diana Lynn, Mary Jane Mahan, Tammy Mansfield, Mark and Shannon Massaro, Jonathan Maxwell, Lea Mayes, Maria McGee, Erika McGill, Brooks Mendell, Anara Midgett, Brenda Miller, Tim Miller, Darlene Moeller, Reginald Mullins, Janice Na Pier, Lisa and Andrew Noll, Driana and Sheldon Pearlman, Victoria Pichardo, Darlene Popplewell, Dorethea Powell, Adrianne Ramey, Dominic Rinner, Debbie Rose, Marissa Salas and Wendy Cartier, Janet Schindler, Jenny Schnick, Carol Schott, Stephanie Smith, De’Ron Smith, Shelley Sopczak, Diane and Richard Sopinski, Richard Spaeth, Cindy Stefanini, Betty Tancin, Nancy and Edward Thomas, Caroline Tummino, L. Eugene Vaughn, Linda Waldo, Brad Welage, Amy Whaley, Vernetta Whittaker, Marie Williams, Joe Witham, and Jackie Zuniga-Snell.
Once again, I raise a glass to toast the entire staff of iUniverse, Inc., with extra clinks
to Ryan Allison, Mara Rockey, Andrea Long, and the London Design Team, and to author Charlotte Turnquist who told me about them.
Last, but certainly not least, I thank you and I hope you enjoy your trip into Obscurity!
Obscurity or Bust
They tell me I’m full of shit. They
being my friends, Camarada, who I’ve known since we were freshmen in high school, her girlfriend of eight years, Leslie, and Makker, who I’ve known for about twelve years since he hired me at his bookstore. Of course I know they tell me this out of love and concern, and Makker and Leslie are a bit more eloquent, but Camarada has always been very blunt.
You see, I suffer from a terminal and debilitating illness and I found out about a year-and-a-half ago what it is called. My doctor, Dr. Webster
, defines it this way; "noun (14th century) 1: utter loss of hope, 2: a cause of hopelessness. Okay, my SELF-DIAGNOSED terminal and debilitating illness is
Despair". That’s why my friends tell me I’m full of shit.
The onset of my illness happened five years, four months, and eighteen days ago when Lois died. We were together almost fifteen years. We weren’t married in the legal and traditional sense, but we said our vows to one another early on. And we both took them seriously. So seriously that, after four years together, we decided to enlarge our family unit.
It took us eight months to find three-year-old Cody. I don’t know if Cody fell for Lois first or vice-versa, but it only took about three seconds for her to convince me to sign the papers. That took a little longer, but our family unit was complete. We did change his name to Carlisle, though, just in case there was any residual trauma from his previous owners. Oh, by the way, Carlisle is our…my dog.
Okay, back to my illness and Camarada’s, Leslie’s, and Makker’s cure
for their diagnosis. Again, Makker and Leslie weren’t quite so blunt, but they did more or less agree with Camarada that I just needed to get laid
. They each, in their own way, tried to cure me with potential fix-ups with friends of theirs, approaching strangers that somehow they thought I found attractive, and even registering me on internet singles’ sites, to name a few.
For some reason I couldn’t convince them that it wasn’t that easy. I turned forty-three in the tenth year of the new millennium, hadn’t been intimate with, let alone dated, anyone else since I was twenty-two, and, oh yes, there’s more, hadn’t been intimate with ANYONE since Lois became ill five years before she died. I was like a virgin all over again.
Okay, I have to backtrack a little for a moment to shed a little light on my journey to Obscurity. While Lois was in the midst of her illness, Makker convinced me to start writing the novel that I’d been talking about for a couple of years. The year after Lois died, I finished and published it and, as a matter of fact, I have since written and published a couple of others. I’m nowhere near the likes of Stephen, John, or Eric Jerome, but I make a comfortable living and enjoy my anonymity. I did, anyway.
Sometime soon after my second novel was published, I started receiving correspondence from old girl friends from junior high and high school. The funny thing is they wanted nothing to do with me back then. (I was too safe for them because their parents actually liked me…the kiss of death!) They all wanted the bad boys
back then. Now, some twenty-five or more years later after they’ve been done in by the bad boys, they remembered the nice guy
and finally found me after looking for me for years and years
as they said. So, with my anonymity going and, of course, having to lie
around my illness, I yearned for obscurity.
Bringing you back to where I was before I backtracked, I was poking around the internet trying to find someplace to base a novel in and, well, there it was. You guessed it. Obscurity! So, about a year ago, after convincing my friends that I hadn’t COMPLETELY lost my mind (I still don’t think they believe it, but, oh well), I packed up my car with a couple of bags for me and one for Carlisle and we left for Obscurity. [Note: Not being that spontaneous of a person I did research it for a couple of months before I told Camarada, Leslie, and Makker that I was going away for awhile.]
Anyway, to this day my friends don’t know where I and Carlisle are, even though I check in with them regularly on my cell so they know we’re still alive, but I did have to tell one person, my agent and manager Aggie Germane, where I was going. Mainly because I needed her to set up credentials, accounts, and such under a false name so I could go live and work (there was a position open at the community college and I figured working would make me less conspicuous) in Obscurity.
Now, I know Aggie hasn’t told a soul, but when a forty-(plus)-year-old single man comes to a town that’s only big enough to be on a map, the locals get a little curious. Okay, who am I kidding? They get A LOT curious. So, I didn’t think it completely through. I blame it on my illness and the effects it has on the mind. Aggie, now that I think about it, did try to tell me this, but I think I told her she was full of shit. I blame that on the Turrets Syndrome that accompanies my illness. That’s what I’m going to tell her, anyway.
Okay, as I said, it was almost a year ago that, on the most plain and non-descript day, after driving for about seven hours, I saw a sign. I don’t mean a metaphorical or spiritually life-changing sign, but an actual physical and tangible sign. It was on the side of the road and was just as plain and non-descript as the day itself. It read, Welcome To Obscurity! Enjoy Your Stay!
Welcome to
OBSCURITY!
Enjoy your stay!
Getting Settled
Lois and I road tripped whenever chance allowed. It’s funny that I never thought of it before, but most of our destinations were