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December 20, 2011
Galley Proof: The Blurb
Fiction writer Logan Brandish is perfectly happy in his peaceful small-town routine with his best friend, his cat, and his boyfriend—until he meets the editor of his next book, the handsome Brock Kimble, and the lazy quiet of everyday living goes flying out the window. Faced with real passion for the first time, Logan becomes restless and agitated, and soon his life and his new manuscript—a work in progress he'd always thought would be completed—are in a shambles.
But as Logan is learning, you can't always get what you want… at least not right away. To take his mind off the mess, he takes a trip, but even the beautiful Italian, um, scenery can't keep his thoughts from his erstwhile editor for long. Logan just might have to admit there are some things you can't run from.
Available January 13, 2012.
December 19, 2011
Charlie on Jasper Lane
The wonderful artist (and my friend) Charlie Esquiaqui designed this gorgeous piece for me as a companion to the one he did as a banner for this site. I love this! It was an unexpected treat. It's very Jasper Lane-like. Charlie's in my head!!
December 18, 2011
The Killers - The Cowboy's Christmas Ball
The Killers new Christmas song! Brandon Flowers is lookin' so damn sexy!
Easily Overwhelmed
I am easily overwhelmed.
Ever since I was a wee thing I have worried myself sick. Literally sick. At en early age I became a list maker. During class I would make lists of what to do when I got home from school, I designed my outfits for school weeks in advance (though, what lil' gay boy didn't?), and I underlined every TV show I wanted to watch in the TV Guide. I designed for myself a structured life. We'll not get into the "why" because I really have no answers.
Whenever things came in great heaping batches - even good things - I found myself disconcerted and dizzy. I remember the first packet I got from Colt Studio (Mmmmmm...) when I was a curious adolescent. (I had lied and said, Of course I'm 18!) It was the first porn I had ever ordered. I received it in a large brown package and it was stuffed full of postcards, pamphlets, and pretty men with powerful penises (enjoy that illiteration?). There were so many of them I didn't know what to do or where to begin. The will power, the sheer determination, it took to get through that packet without creaming my pants...well, I should have received an award. Or gone to a doctor because it had been at least four hours.
Shopping was - is - the same. Having money didn't change anything. I still come out of clothing stores sometimes empty-handed due to indecision. Why is there so damned much of everything...and nothing?
I remember the first time I saw the inside of my college gym. I had been working out since I was 13 or 14, but I had always done it at home. I was actually quite pumped by the time I hit college. Well, my mouth dropped at the sight of the weight room and it had nothing to do with the choice of men. My mind swam. There was so much equipment there. How was I supposed to decide what to use? I didn't get anything accomplished that first day. I was freaking out. I had to calm myself down, head home, and put together a routine from what I saw. It got much easier after that.
This sense of overwhelm has made its way into my writing career as well. I have such a long list of outlines and story ideas that I don't know how I will ever get to them all. Okay. I'll admit it. I won't. Yet the list sits there on my desk leering at me. Undressing me with its I's. And I say to all of those stories, "I want to write you! I really do. But where's the time? Stop harassing me!"
And that's what it comes down to, all this overwhelm, all this anxious tittering. I'm afraid I won't get everything I want done before I'm done. Not just in writing, but in everything. In life. I hate (Read: LOVE) to get all philosophical here, but that's what's wrong with the world. We work for the future and have become enemies of the now. We're always thinking three books ahead. At least I am.
All my damn lists! I wish I could live without them, and I'm trying. I am. But it's going to take a while. Maybe I should see a shrink about it. I'll need to put that down on my list of things to do.
D'oh!
Ever since I was a wee thing I have worried myself sick. Literally sick. At en early age I became a list maker. During class I would make lists of what to do when I got home from school, I designed my outfits for school weeks in advance (though, what lil' gay boy didn't?), and I underlined every TV show I wanted to watch in the TV Guide. I designed for myself a structured life. We'll not get into the "why" because I really have no answers.
Whenever things came in great heaping batches - even good things - I found myself disconcerted and dizzy. I remember the first packet I got from Colt Studio (Mmmmmm...) when I was a curious adolescent. (I had lied and said, Of course I'm 18!) It was the first porn I had ever ordered. I received it in a large brown package and it was stuffed full of postcards, pamphlets, and pretty men with powerful penises (enjoy that illiteration?). There were so many of them I didn't know what to do or where to begin. The will power, the sheer determination, it took to get through that packet without creaming my pants...well, I should have received an award. Or gone to a doctor because it had been at least four hours.
Shopping was - is - the same. Having money didn't change anything. I still come out of clothing stores sometimes empty-handed due to indecision. Why is there so damned much of everything...and nothing?
I remember the first time I saw the inside of my college gym. I had been working out since I was 13 or 14, but I had always done it at home. I was actually quite pumped by the time I hit college. Well, my mouth dropped at the sight of the weight room and it had nothing to do with the choice of men. My mind swam. There was so much equipment there. How was I supposed to decide what to use? I didn't get anything accomplished that first day. I was freaking out. I had to calm myself down, head home, and put together a routine from what I saw. It got much easier after that.
This sense of overwhelm has made its way into my writing career as well. I have such a long list of outlines and story ideas that I don't know how I will ever get to them all. Okay. I'll admit it. I won't. Yet the list sits there on my desk leering at me. Undressing me with its I's. And I say to all of those stories, "I want to write you! I really do. But where's the time? Stop harassing me!"
And that's what it comes down to, all this overwhelm, all this anxious tittering. I'm afraid I won't get everything I want done before I'm done. Not just in writing, but in everything. In life. I hate (Read: LOVE) to get all philosophical here, but that's what's wrong with the world. We work for the future and have become enemies of the now. We're always thinking three books ahead. At least I am.
All my damn lists! I wish I could live without them, and I'm trying. I am. But it's going to take a while. Maybe I should see a shrink about it. I'll need to put that down on my list of things to do.
D'oh!
December 17, 2011
December 15, 2011
This Week's Bullet Points
1. Whilst I was wandering around Goodreads this week, it was pretty damn awesome to see that my soon-to-be-released book Galley Proof (ETA Jan. 13th) has already been placed on some To Read lists. People want to read me!
2. I love Justin Monroe's twisted take on big bubble booty. Love it! Check out the circus shots and those of the trucker.
3. Got the classy cover for my upcoming digital short from Untreed Reads, "She's Come Undone." It's non-erotic and centers on a put-upon teacher. I'm very proud of it and am expecting a call from an indie filmmaker within minutes of its publication.
4. Starting on the third draft of SuburbaNights. There's the light at the end of the writing tunnel!
5. Watching ABC's Once Upon a Time, I can't help but think that Robert Carlyle (Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin) is a strangely attractive man. And then there's the sheriff...sniff.
6. Woke Up in a Strange Place was mentioned by novelist Dawn Kimberly Johnson on a year end list over at Kim's Writing Again! I'm honored!
7. The Golden Globes were announced today, and, in a surprise move, everyone in Hollywood was nominated.
2. I love Justin Monroe's twisted take on big bubble booty. Love it! Check out the circus shots and those of the trucker.
3. Got the classy cover for my upcoming digital short from Untreed Reads, "She's Come Undone." It's non-erotic and centers on a put-upon teacher. I'm very proud of it and am expecting a call from an indie filmmaker within minutes of its publication.
4. Starting on the third draft of SuburbaNights. There's the light at the end of the writing tunnel!
5. Watching ABC's Once Upon a Time, I can't help but think that Robert Carlyle (Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin) is a strangely attractive man. And then there's the sheriff...sniff.
6. Woke Up in a Strange Place was mentioned by novelist Dawn Kimberly Johnson on a year end list over at Kim's Writing Again! I'm honored!
7. The Golden Globes were announced today, and, in a surprise move, everyone in Hollywood was nominated.
Two Gay Dads Told They Will Be Grandpas
One of the most joyful things I've seen in a long time.
Arvinistic Profundity
Today, I was sitting on the porch, enjoying the nice weather - that of the breeze on this overcast day - and I looked over and out the gravel lane. It's days like this I can't help but ask myself, "Eric, what would you do if a zombie came a-stumbling back the road right now?"
Indeed, Eric. Indeed.
Indeed, Eric. Indeed.
Madonna - La Petite Jeune Fille
William Orbit produced.
December 14, 2011
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