K.Z. Snow's Blog, page 43

A WIP Snip

Since I'm at a loss for what to post, I figured I'd toss out a section from Fugly, the contemporary on which I'm currently working . . . when I have a chance to work on it, that is. (Never before have I had three books coming out in the space of four months. Not that I'm complaining, but edits seriously throw me off my writing pace.)
Fugly is basically about three gay friends -- a performance coach, an embalmer, and a literary agent -- who have appallingly superficial standards for judging...

Coming March 10

Click on the post title if you don't believe me. ;-)

The 2010 Festival of Sublime Ass

Aka, men's Olympic figure skating.






















And then there's the incomparable, ambisexual Johnny Weir. A bit on the willowy side, but hey, he's got ass. Impossible to be a serious figure skater without having ass, just like it's impossible to be serious speed skater without hav ing thighs that could crack boulders.
Oh, how I've been sighing!

A Miscellany & the "Rut" Challenge

I'm just starting to get established at Goodreads via an author account. I think this is the URL I'm supposed to give out -- http://www.goodreads.com/kzsnow -- or maybe not. Beats me. If you have any tips about how to maximize the Goodreads experience, please let me know. Because, honestly, I'm clueless.
A story that will not, I assure you, advance the art of lesbian fiction (but it's good for a laugh!): http://community.livejournal.com/weepingcock/419225.html
Anybody know of a quick and...

The Hound of the Snowkervilles

The weirdest thing happened last night. I went to bed at a reasonable hour (for a change). JLA was already sound asleep, as was Cody the mutt, who has his own long pillow on the floor.

The night was still as snow continued to fall. I fell into a half-doze. Suddenly, a prolonged, blood-curdling howl echoed through the room. When I glanced at the clock, I got a goosebumpy chill.

It was exactly midnight.

Cody never howls. Never. In fact, he rarely barks. Stranger yet, he didn't even stir. I told m...

Damning with Diluted Praise

Or, Lessons in Humility, Part XXIII

As part of my recent procrastination binge, I decided to put up some promo posts at a large Yahoo group. I don't know if you realize how these "theme days" go, but they mainly consist of authors slinging excerpts left and right, with nary a reader in sight. I don't mind; I figure if I throw enough out there, one of 'em will stick. Besides, I like perusing other people's offerings.

So anyway, I put up one of the scenes I'm most proud of from InDescent. BOOM...

A Serious but Touchy Issue

I was reading the posts at one of my publishers' loops this morning. The discussion began to turn on why fewer and fewer authors are giving away free e-book downloads via contests. The reason, of course, is rampant piracy.

Most writers know there are "contest whores" out there who haunt Yahoo groups and blogs. Although I find their mindset a little annoying, I've never taken too much issue with them. Hell, who wouldn't like to score a free read now and then? But are their numbers growing, and ...

Coming . . .

in March,from Dreamspinner Press

These things must stop!

My bloggedy-bloggedy (that's when you hop from one blog to another) has been sporadic of late, since I've been focusing on composition, edits, and submissions. Whenever I get this hitch in my blogalong, people's posting habits begin to jump out at me -- y'know, because I'm not exposed to them every day. Based on what I've noticed, I've decided to issue some decrees.

No more breaking up sentences with periods. Put 'em at the end where they belong. People tend to engage in this habit when...

What's up with Jane Austen?

I don't mean I expect y'all to start channeling her or anything ("Yo, Jane, play any grab-ass lately?") I just mean I'm bewildered. The recent craze over her fiction--and, to a lesser extent, the Brontes', probably because their work was darker--has been going on for years, with no sign of letting up.

I had to read a number of Austen's novels when I was in college and, to be honest, they hardly left me all aflutter. In fact, they left me pretty cold. Am I not a romance reader at heart? Or a c...