The first happy gay character written by a gay author I read was a defining moment. When I imagine giving that moment to another queerling, the words usually follow.
Monday, 5 April 2021
Monday, 29 March 2021
The last three years have been a major upheaval in my personal life. I accepted a promotion at my day job, gained custody of two young children and, like every one else, I've been trying to slog my way through the new reality this pandemic has created for all of us.
Now, I'd love for this to be a post to say I've conquered it and have a stack of books on their way to the publisher...but that would be a big ole fabrication. But, I'm trying to work past that. I think that setting reasonable goals and keeping a set schedule might work best, at least I hope so. And if it doesn’t then I’ll try something else. I’m not ready to give up on writing, and the voices in my head are certainly not ready to let me go.
My first goal is to update this every Monday. And write 1K on my book each night. Yeah, that's a HUGH number considering how out of practice I am. But, I have an opportunity in May that I'd like to be able to pitch for and the book should be done before I set myself up like that.
For now, here's a picture I took this weekend of a rainbow at the bottom of the American Falls. There is still a massive amount of snow and ice piled up on the rocks that makes them larger than they normally are.
Friday, 30 March 2018
"Do you remember that scene in Men in Black?" Jace glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who was currently checking out some blond in tiny skirt. I remember the days when a comic book store wasn't the place to go to pick up chicks. Not that he'd ever been interested in girls that way, he liked the ones who read Justice League comics for the story line, not because Jason Momoa played Aquaman.
When he brother didn't respond, Jace reached out a smacked him on the shoulder. "She's so out of your league."
"Yeah, I know." Liam shrugged, "But there is no law about what happens in my imagination."
"Just keep it in your head creeper." He pointed back at the large picture on the wall. "Look at this, doesn't it remind you of the marble on Orion's belt? The one with all the galaxies on it?"
"Dude, it's a picture. Two dimensional, there aren't any galaxies in there."
"Seriously, look closer. I swear the guy in it moved, or the lights shifted or something." Jace's heart was still beating erratically. Not just because the guy was hot, but for a brief moment he was certain he saw the guy's fingers flex slightly and the lights twisted. "What if this was a portal to another dimension?"
"There is no such thing as different dimensions, Jace."
"You need to get your head out of your ass and read something without pictures." Liam frowned at his brother and his condescending tone. "Before he died, Stephen Hawking wrote a theoretical paper that lays the groundwork for a multidimensional universe.
"I've read enough books to know what theoretical means, smartass."
"The smartest man since recorded time wouldn't waste his time researching and writing a paper about nothing."
Liam looked around the room before focusing his attention back on Jace. "Maybe you need to stop hanging out in this place. Mom's been asking me about Kevin, she wants to know if the two of you are back together."
Jace rolled his eyes. "She likes the idea of having a cute son in law she can show off to all her elitist friends. Kevin is a narcissistic prick with a nice ass." He turned back to the picture, wondering if his eyes played a trick on him. Looking back he caught his brother staring at the blonde again. "What don't you find some acceptable chick and squeeze out a baby to take the heat off me."
"You know I might just do that." Liam arched an eyebrow in a display of arrogance, "at least one of us is getting laid tonight."
"Whatever. Don't come to me for help when she empties your bank account." Jace turned away and looked back at the picture. A heartbeat later, he forgot how to breath. The hot guy in the picture hadn't moved, except that instead now his left hand was reaching out palm up. As if he wants me to take his hand.
"Liam, do you see this?" He looked over but his brother was following the blond across the shop. Turning back he examined the picture, the guy hadn't moved again. His hand still reaching out...waiting.
Check out the other contributions this week!
Jeff Baker "Magic at Night"
Patrick Coulton "Virtually Special"
'Nathan Burgoine "Helios"
Thursday, 1 February 2018
(Note to self: Don't try to blog every day in December...at least until after you're retired.)
But now that we're into 2018 and I look back over last year and I can say writing was a struggle. I managed to get 2 short stories finished. Both were MF to support Haunted Hearts which I re-released in September'16 I think focusing so hard on a genre that I'm not as excited about really hurt my creativity.
Which meant I had to ask myself what do I do next? My daughter was watching Princess Bride where the scene with my dear Inigo came on. He's lost the sword fight with the Dread Pirate Roberts, self doubt is eating him alive, he hasn't found the 6 fingered man and doesn't know what to do next. Pretty much exactly what I was feeling like. (Except for the ability to sword fight and my father is alive and well but hell yes to the self doubt part.)
So there I was, lost, filled with self doubt, uncertain of whether I should keep writing or pack it all in.
When Hephaestos gave me a hard shove after Inigo's speech. A couple years ago, I got back the rights to the first two books I'd ever written. (as Corinne Davies)
Believing is Seeing &
Believing is Trusting
They came out in 2009, Menage, MMF, and heavily influenced by Greek mythology. They're great stories but in desperate need of re-editing and updating. I've learned a lot after 25+ books and these two stories are filled with a lot of rookie mistakes and my writing voice has changed over the last decade.
Believing is Trusting had a small cliffhanger in the epilogue as there was supposed to be a 3rd book in the series, Believing is Loving. Before I had a chance to write it, I'd delved into the world of shapeshifters and started writing my Ecstasy Lake series. The 3rd Believing is book kept getting pushed back and back and eventually the characters stopped talking to me.
Sitting here working through Believing is Seeing, the characters are starting to talk to me again. Like long lost friends who I didn't realize how much I'd missed. I love the loving relationship between the characters in each menage...although Bacchus and Hazel have more of an open inviting relationship rather than a closed menage. We'll see how they feel about that by the time I get to the end of their book. I was never quite certain about their casual third when I ended their book.
Working on re-writing the first two books in the series...which, I'm finding, is more work than writing a book straight out. LoL But, I need to because it's been a long time since I walked in this world. And staring in March I'm going to be working on the 3rd book.
My plan is to bundle all three books in one when I release them. That way if someone has already read the first two, they aren't paying extra buying them again. I don't have an official release date on them yet but I'm aiming for before 2019 :) My soft goal is to have print copies at Kalicon this October.
Tuesday, 19 December 2017
THE EDJ (evil day job)
I'm 6 days into an 11day stretch without a day off. Half the time I don't remember what day of the week it is let alone trying to remember to write down what made me happy. There was a pause in the retail christmas craziness today when a sales rep brought us in some cookies. That moment when the sugar, butter, and chocolate hit my tastebuds was sheer ecstasy today. They also had some almond flavouring in them so there was a distinct marzipan aroma and flavour. I was blissed out.
Saturday, 16 December 2017
But, one step at a time and all complaints aside, I was happy to come home from work...and I was happier to eat too many mini eclairs. LoL (My beach body has been put off until next summer...or the summer after.)