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What Do You Do If Your Child is Gay?

What do you do when your treasured child, your darling daughter, your handsome and sweet son, announces he’s gay?

Say you love him/her. Do it now. That child you have loved all her life, that baby you guarded and toddler you chased, is standing there afraid they’ve done the one thing Mom and Dad can’t forgive and they haven’t even done anything.

This is your child. Tell them you love them. Then you can tell them you need some time.

I’m writing this because I’m getting a lot of hits on a rant I p...

Whose Idea Was This?

Kid's band concert, doctor appointment, business meetings, work…why are there all these things in my schedule when I have a deadline? Who did this?

…oh. Right.

Uhh…have a bit of Louder than Sirens, Louder than Bells? It's now past 30,000 words, oops.

Saturday dawned with low threatening clouds, but it was dry and the weather report said we'd have sun by afternoon. The leaves had hit their peak, and the air had a nip that would feel good when I was sweating my way up Two-Face. I had to get up...

Careening Forward

There comes a point in most stories where it all comes together. Everything I've painstakingly researched, pondered, arranged and written, all comes together and I'm typing like the wind, trying to keep up with the story finally blossoming in my brain.

Of course it's an illusion–I'm probably going to hit at least one more wall. But it's great while it lasts. It's an utter dream.

I call it the straightaway, and I haven't hit it in this story yet. I keep thinking I have, but it doesn't last long ...

STFU, You're Amazing

I was reading this today, and I wanted to stand up and cheer.

I'm talking about how we minimize, despise, excoriate, and abhor ourselves. How we exclude ourselves from consideration. How we martyr ourselves for others. How we call ourselves ugly, awful, incompetent, and stupid.

I don't know exactly how to describe the sensation I get when I see a beautiful, fiercely intelligent, accomplished and skilled artist and craftswoman twenty years my senior call herself ugly and stupid… but I am...

April, You are on my Watch List

So this morning I hit "enter" to wake up my hibernating computer, and things happened–but my screen did not come on. My monitor remained in "sleep" mode because it wasn't getting anything from my computer. After stressing a bit over "did I save everything? Am I going to lose anything?" I realized I really had no choice, and did a hard restart.

I don't think I lost anything. I am thankful that my compy came back to me. But I'm worried. I've been having issues with the graphics off and on–weird ...

The Lucky 7 Meme–Queen's Man

The rules:

Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current manuscript.

Go to line 7.

Copy the next 7 lines or paragraphs as they are written and post them.

Tag 7 more authors.

I have a confession to make–I don't read a lot of blogs. Everyone I know has already done this meme. So I can't tag anyone, but if you want to join in, please consider yourself tagged!

So anyway. From Queen's Man, releasing tomorrow (EEEEeeeeeeee!!!) :

 "If I could prove it," Rukya interrupted, "I'd have killed her already."

Right...

Celebration

Last night in celebration of my new book Queen's Man coming out, I bought a Gackt CD and also spent hours listening to him on Youtube.

I fear that from now on, I will be writing to support my Gackt habit.

Not that it's a problem or anything.

Yes, Young Children CAN Know They Are Gay

I was reading this wonderful post, and a comment annoyed me. It was just one, among many wonderful supportive comments, but still. (Yes, I know. Even though I tell my friends never to read the comments, I was reading the comments. I'm a bad girl.)

The commenter (you can find it yourself if you like) asked how a seven year old could know he was gay. How he knew of such things, and if the parents would really accept any wild statement the child made–as children do.

It pissed me off.

Let me deal...

The Set-Up and the Straight-Away

If you've been hanging around lately, you've heard me complain about writing at the speed of a thundering herd of reluctant turtles. (Actually I'm not sure I've complained here. Anyway. Complaining. Turtles. Herd. Onward.) I've been whining about my Goodreads story. I wanted to toss out a quick fun story that readers hopefully would enjoy as much as I did. Instead I've passed 20k and I'm only halfway through my plan.

There's a point to this, besides the fact that KD is not good at guessing...

Are We Where Yet?

A friend was talking recently about how she has been writing some time, has done this, done that, and still doesn't feel like much of a writer because ______. As I know this friend to be an awesome writer, I was surprised. Minutes later I read on Twitter that Maureen Johnson didn't feel comfortable giving writing advice. Ten books and an MFA, as she said, and she doesn't feel comfortable giving advice.

Well into my thirties–and heck, sometimes even now, when I'm about to turn forty-two–when...