At work, I earn movie tickets in the customer service program. Over the years, I’ve earned quite a few of them. When Nikki (Motley) was younger I always gave her the tickets because like most teens, her friends were always going to the movies. Rott and I rarely went to the movies so it was no loss giving her the tickets. In the last couple of years though, I haven’t given her the tickets and Rott and I acquired a little stash of them.  Did I already say that Rott and I don’t usually go to the movies? 😉 Well, not when we lived in the Santa Ana-Orange area. Apparently, now that we live in Brea, Rott wants to go to the movies.

A few weeks back we saw the Avengers, which I’d like to see again. And it’s definitely a DVD we’re going to have to buy. This weekend we saw Men in Black 3.  Oh, and last week we bought Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. I wish we’d seen that one in the theater. They blow up a lot more stuff in it than they did in the first one.

Anyway, I juggled a lot of hats this weekend including the one where Rott and I went to the movies. I’m not sure where the idea sprang from but hell if I didn’t starting thinking that being a good multi-tasker is like being a good super hero or movie hero. When the bad guys are coming at you from a dozen different directions and you manage to fend them all off, it’s a lot like juggling a bunch of different things that need doing: send off cover mockup to one author, size and send final cover files to another author, do some website maintenance, update Facebook, send out a few tweets, answer a few emails, fill out a cover art form and send it in, look over edits, look for some cover images, start a new mockup, write a few paragraphs in my WIP because I had an idea, switch back to movie maker to add something I had an idea for there, back to email, then check my phone, back to Photoshop to finish an ad, send off the ad, post the ad graphic, send off an invoice, take a break to read a little and right back to the grind again.

Um, yeah. Super-hero sounds like a good title to me. I wouldn’t look very good in tights though. When I was younger sure, but not now. I might take the cape though or some of Ironman’s gadgets. Yeah, gadgets sounds good! Here’s a look at some of what I did this weekend:

Excerpt from Out of the Pocket:
Opening his eyes, Bryce saw that Joss’s expression had turned sad. He rubbed his thumb over Joss’s down turned lips. “When Evan broke his leg, I knew it was all over. I knew he’d go home to California and somehow he and Reed would end up together. I’m afraid I wasn’t very nice to him about it.” He shrugged. “I was scared of being alone again. Afraid to face the emptiness of my future. The façade I’d built to hide the fact that I was just going through the motions cracked wide open and the moment that woman asked about my true love, I lost it. Every emotion that had been held in deep freeze broke free and everything I’d felt the day you walked away from me came rushing back. And I broke all over again.”

He felt his tears spill over once more, unable to stem them, unable to stem the flood of emotions he’d held back for eight years. “The night you left me, I drove back to Atlanta and somewhere before dawn I found myself standing on a bridge in the middle of nowhere off I-75 wishing I had just driven out to the Port of Savannah and chucked myself off the Talmadge Bridge.”

Joss sucked in a breath, the sound sharp and harsh in the subdued quiet of the cabin. Bryce chuckled and the sound seemed rusty and self-deprecating even to his own ears. “Of course, I didn’t have the balls to do such a thing. I couldn’t do anything right except play football and after you left me, I couldn’t even do that right. Two concussions in the next five games all because I couldn’t concentrate. They told me to quit or I’d become a vegetable. Since I was already a zombie, emotionally numb and totally uncaring of my own welfare, I kept playing. Three more games and then Jackson’s hit. I was unconscious for more than a day. Even I couldn’t ignore the doctors when they told me quit or die.”

Hard arms tightened around him until his ribs ached in protest. “My God. How could you have kept playing after they told you to quit the first time?”

“I didn’t care.”

“Jesus Christ, Bryce! You could have died!”

The angry shock in Joss’s voice made Bryce sigh. “When my agent told the world I was quitting because of the concussions, when I came out that same week, I thought you would come back to me. I waited and waited but the phone never rang and you never showed up.” The pain of that horrible waiting time came back to him in an instant. He’d been so full of hope, only to have it crushed as days went by with no contact from Joss. He shivered, hunching his shoulders under the blanket.


He stared into Joss’s remorseful face. “I thought that football meant more to you than I did. Your team was doing well, it would have hurt your career to be with a retired player who had just come out. Even as friends. Whatever hope I still had within me died. And I died right along with it.”

“Holy fuck.” Joss’s soft murmur held complete astonishment. “I didn’t know. When you retired, I was out on the west coast in rehab. I’d fucked up. I was drinking heavily. Not playing well. I got myself arrested, benched, suspended and sent to Betty Ford. They pulled a major intervention on me. I’m surprised you never saw any of that on ESPN or in the papers.”

“I couldn’t bear to look at either.” Bryce wondered how different things would have turned out had he know what had happened to Joss.

Yes, it was a busy weekend but my super hero self managed it all and I didn’t exhaust myself either. Of course, that could be because I’ve been drinking freshly juiced oranges from my yard thanks to Z.A. Maxfield who was kind enough and awesome enough to send me a juicer as a gift. It’s kinda weird to walk out to the tree, pick 4 oranges, peel them, stuff them into the juicer and have orange juice. Weird. But really, really good.

Now, it’s time for a Marcus and then off to work!

He looks like he could be a super hero. No matter what they put him in, he looks good! LOL

Happy Monday everyone!

Getting Clocked

So Rott and I watched a Justin Timberlake movie where the currency of the times was time not money. There were all sorts of clock related cracks and jokes in the movie which made us laugh and it wasn’t a funny movie. It was ironic though. And it was easy to see the point the movie makers were trying to make about money, the haves and have nots.

Honestly, life is all about time, isn’t it? And time does equal money on many fronts. For a movie filled with action, it really had a lot of philosophical lessons in it. Still, I liked the time and clock jokes. I feel like I”m getting clocked all the time. LOL

So apparently, I’m going to the GayRomLit writer/reader retreat in Albuquerque, NM in October. It’s at the Hard Rock. I think I’m going to be drinking a lot of raspberry martinis. 😉 So many people going whom I want to meet and watching them all get drunk should be a blast! I know I had a ton of fun at the Romantic Times convention last year so I’m sure GRL will be even more fun.

I woke up late this morning so I’m going to cut this short and give you a Marcus now because I’m running late.

That’s one of my fave photos of him. Maybe it’s the background. I dunno. Just know I like it a lot!

Rousing Caine came out solo at MLR Press last week so if you’re into gay ghost stories and haven’t read this one you can drop by MLR or All Romance eBooks and pick it up. Got edits for Runaways yesterday so I think you’ll be seeing it released soon. I can’t wait for people to read the full story. It was so satisfying to write!

Okay, I’m outta here. Time’s ticking away *snicker*. Have a wonderful Monday everyone!

Define Sexy

We watched the Transporter 2 and 3 last night. Jason Statham sure is sexy. True, he’s got the male pattern baldness thing happening, but he deals with it well. And he’s got some seriously nice shoulders and arms. I wouldn’t turn him down if he wanted to… well, you know. *wink*

Really though, the sexiness in those movies came not so much from Statham as from the car. That Audi A8 was like Super Car. It flew through the air. It drove on two wheels. It jumped, wove, and spun. It went into the goddamned lake and drove away a half hour later. And  in the end, it was shiny and gorgeous, all growly with power and testosterone. I was in love. I think maybe Rott was too despite the fact that it wasn’t a stick. I know it made him want to get rid of his SUV.

It’s funny how we define sexy. Everyone has a different definition. Yet, last night, that Audi defined sexy for both of us. Maybe for different reasons, but still the same outcome. It’s not often you can call a sedan sexy. That’s usually reserved for sports cars. And Statham did drive a Lamborghini in the second movie when he’s chasing Alessandro Gassman. (Whom my friend Carol uses to define sexy. But he has big teeth so he’s not even close to my idea of sexy. Well, maybe if he kept his mouth shut and didn’t smile. LOL) Yeah, the black Lambo was sexy, but still, the Audi was more so.

Perhaps that sedan came out more sexy in these movies because of the way they treated it almost as if it was a character in it’s own right. Tires smoking, engine growling, shaking with anticipation like a cat about to pounce, it prepares to break through the guardrail and leap onto the top of a train. Oh, baby. It was sexy. And I swear, that visual I got has to be what the filmmakers intended.

Everyone has their own definition of sexy, but a good writer can take the most mundane of things and make it sexy. The Transporter screenwriter sure did. The car had far more RAWR than Jason Statham… because someone knew how to write scenes where they focused on the car in a particular way in order to create an aura of “Oh, baby, sexy!” around what is essentially, a plain black sedan. I swear they should give that screenwriter an Oscar just for all the hard ons and wet panties the car caused in those movies. And I bet Audi wants to kiss his/her feet.

For this Monday, I need an especially sexy Marcus to combat that Audi. And I think I found one.

A wet man is good to find. Yum.

Tomorrow is Tuesday aka Release Day for me and Marty with Weirdly 3. Don’t forget to stop by his blog and offer your congratulations on the publishing of his first work of fiction. I know it won’t be the last.

Have a spectacular Monday!