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April 18, 2010
National Poetry Month
Erotic Horizon or EH (click on post title) tossed out an idea to celebrate National Poetry Month, and Jen at Well Read passed it on. How could a former English teacher resist?
Below are several love poems that I treasure. Be prepared for some quirky punctuation, capitalization, phrasing, and spacing. All are intentional.
W. B. Yeats
It's through this poem that Jackson Spey first acknowledges his feelings for Adin Swift. (The scene, which takes place at the end of Obsessed, is one of my...
Below are several love poems that I treasure. Be prepared for some quirky punctuation, capitalization, phrasing, and spacing. All are intentional.
W. B. Yeats
It's through this poem that Jackson Spey first acknowledges his feelings for Adin Swift. (The scene, which takes place at the end of Obsessed, is one of my...
Published on April 18, 2010 08:18
April 16, 2010
I can haz bannerz!
Why are these here? you ask. Because I have a banner fetish, that's why. In fact, I often make my own just for fun. (I made all of those below except the two from Loose Id.) But . . . what am I to do with them? Where should I put them? I don't know. I thought I might pay to put Mobry's up at GLBT Bookshelf, but that place confuses the ever-lovin' hell out of me.
So I'm wondering, do any of you even notice banners? Click on banners? Or are they just visual junk that you overlook because you're ...
So I'm wondering, do any of you even notice banners? Click on banners? Or are they just visual junk that you overlook because you're ...
Published on April 16, 2010 21:48
April 15, 2010
Therapeutic Funnies
Well, since my day got off to such a rip-roaringly shitty start that I'm fighting off tears, I figured I'd better amuse myself damned quick. So here's something entertaining for all of us.
There's a competition in which English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of analogies, similes, and metaphors culled from actual high-school essays. Here are last year's winners:
There's a competition in which English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of analogies, similes, and metaphors culled from actual high-school essays. Here are last year's winners:
1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master...
Published on April 15, 2010 08:57
April 14, 2010
TODAY

Published on April 14, 2010 06:50
April 12, 2010
And then there's this . . .
Published on April 12, 2010 10:07
April 11, 2010
Another week of too much me.
Chris, my Minneapolitan neighbor over at Stumbling Over Chaos, will be offering a free download of The Prayer Waltz this week to whomever is unhip enough not to have read it yet. :-) If nothing else, go over and pet May and Chay. Don't ask to use the bathroom, though, since I hear the toilet paper is hidden.
Then Jessewave, whom I've "known" for well over a year (since the publication of Looking for Some Touch) and whose blog has been an enormous boon to m/m fiction readers and authors alike, ...
Then Jessewave, whom I've "known" for well over a year (since the publication of Looking for Some Touch) and whose blog has been an enormous boon to m/m fiction readers and authors alike, ...
Published on April 11, 2010 16:24
April 7, 2010
Let the Wicked Pickett recharge your batteries!
Since everybody seems to be posting music vids lately, I'll start off with this. If you look real closely, you'll likely see me in the crowd. (You may or may not know that I'm hopelessly addicted to classic funk and R&B.) I had the thrill of seeing Wilson Pickett perform live. That was, of course, before he died. RIP, Wicked!
In other news, my WiP has a tentative title -- Electric Melty Tingles -- and Mobry's Dick has a cover. (I can't post it just yet because it needs a bit of watermark...
Published on April 07, 2010 08:08
April 4, 2010
It's WIP time again.
This as-yet untitled story (the lack of a title is very odd, since titles often come to me before plots do) is about friendship, secret love, a road trip, rejection, separation, and reunion. And the discovery of capital-h Happiness, no matter how long that discovery takes.
Mind you, this is a first draft.
The story begins in 1970. Here's a brief introduction to Ned Surwicki, the narrator.
* * *
Louie was, I swear, the hardest-working woman in show business. Not like James Brown was the hardest-wo...
Mind you, this is a first draft.
The story begins in 1970. Here's a brief introduction to Ned Surwicki, the narrator.
* * *
Louie was, I swear, the hardest-working woman in show business. Not like James Brown was the hardest-wo...
Published on April 04, 2010 08:54
March 31, 2010
Men Talking Smack

Here's what I picked up on yesterday. (This is nearly verbatim, because I started typing it soon after I started chuckling at it.)
Dad: Did you do some ass-whuppin' today? You said you were gonna whup someone's ass at school.
Sonny: No. Next year.
Dad: What?
Sonny: Not until next year.
Dad: Why're you waiting...
Published on March 31, 2010 20:24
March 29, 2010
You knew THIS was coming!
Writers are such review whores, aren't they . . . uh, we? Seriously, though, I'm profoundly grateful The Prayer Waltz has met with such a favorable reception. In addition to Tam's reactions and the Recommended Read from Dark Diva Reviews, Jenre at Well Read gave the novella an "excellent" rating and Aunt Lynn at Reviews by Jessewave gave it five stars. What makes the reviews all the more gratifying is the thought and sincerity behind them. They weren't just fly-bys.
I'm glad there's a place...
I'm glad there's a place...
Published on March 29, 2010 07:41