I’d like to say that I was travelling, backpacking across Europe and didn’t have one of those plug converter thingies. Or that I was abducted by aliens and just returned from the probing of a lifetime. Or even that I was called to the bedside of a rich and ailing great-aunt to be told that if I nurse her for her last two weeks of life, I would receive her entire inheritance. And now I’m rich and trying to drown the horror of the last fortnight in a vat of gin.
Alas, I’ve still only ever been to Germany and that was thirteen years ago, my ass feels just fine, and all of my middle-class relatives are alive and kicking. Sadly, I also don’t have a “vat” of gin.
So, what the fuck have I been doing lately that I’ve shirked my blogging duties so tremendously? Ehhhh…
Well, lets start with the writing. I found out recently that my novelette-sized M/M erotica called ‘Bound by Ink’ was accepted by Storm Moon Press for their “Written in Flesh” anthology. I am so stoked about this as it’s a double milestone for me. It’s my first gay erotica that will be published and my first longer story that, after it spends a year wedged in what is sure to be a delightfully steamy book about tattooed men getting busy, it will be released solo as an e-book. So, only my name on the cover. Did you get that? Only my name on the cover. I actually just repeated that for myself because those words are almost better than sex. Almost. Yippee ki-yay motherfather.
I’ve also been working on a full length gay romantica novel. Currently in the 26K department (with a 40k goal) and a little stalled because I forced myself to do my fourth read-through of my 40K hetero alien erotica and send to beta readers. I’m sorta stuck on a name for this one, but we’ll call it “The Star Catcher” for now and maybe I’ll run some sort of naming poll or contest. I love the name “Sextraterrestrial,” but don’t think I can be taken seriously with such a title. Because, otherwise, I can be taken seriously, of course.
Gee, that contest thing is a swell idea, Beav! I’d love to do some t-shirt giveaways. If only I had some t-shirts.
What else? Well, my horror persona has a recent anthology release and a blog tour (sometimes I feel like a cheating spouse, bouncing between blogs like a horny housewife when her husband’s away). That little minx has another antho release set for mid June and a couple of deadlines to get some short stories finished and sent. She is also working on a horror novel…very…very…slowly. But, whenever she gets it all worked out and written, boy-ola is it gonna kick ass. Maybe. And no zombies, this time.
And finally, the kids are wrapping up school and there are final projects and performances and baking and meetings for Sunday School teachers and bible camp helpers (if this makes you laugh, go ahead and join me in the mirth. I, too, can see the irony).
And I babysat Satan yesterday, but I’ll keep that story in my front pocket and smoke it when the urge strikes me. Suffice it to say, everyone is alive and well and I plan to never again fall prey to that bit of neighborly niceness. Asshat.