Inequality

You know, women have it rough. We have periods and childbirth and menopause. All of which suck ass in a major way. What do men have? Male pattern baldness and prostate issues that are fixed by taking that stuff Joe Theismann hawks. And of course, men don’t understand what women are whining about. It’ s not their guts being twisted by a giant invisible fist and pummeled for hours and days upon end. They think a couple of Tylenol can fix it.

Well, a couple of Tylenol doesn’t really do shit. Except to annoy us because the damn things aren’t working.

Women aren’t ever going to get true equality in this world because men have no idea how much pain we’ve had to live with all our lives. They will never understand and therefore they will always think we’re whiners. And if we’re whiners obviously, we are weak and lacking.

I’m lucky that Rott gets my pain better than most men do. If I can’t get in the car and go to work because massive menopause cramps have me doubled over to the point I can’t get IN the car, he understands that…sort of. I’m not sure any other man does or would. And really, who understands menopause as a reason for not going to work? Women my age or older usually do, but sometimes even they don’t if they just never had it as bad as some of us do.

Personally, even though I don’t have hot flashes or any of the other issues women have during menopause, what I do have is so debilitating I just want Rott to shoot me and put me out of my misery.

Yeah. Equality for women. What a crock.

Anyway, I’ve been writing although not at a NaNo pace. That means I’ve no idea when I’ll be done with any of the stuff I’m working on. However on the 21st I’ll be doing the Next Big Thing Blog Hop and you’ll all get a taste of what I’m working on. Not that I know yet which WIP I’ll be blogging about.

I’m back to watching Jared Rackler swivel his hips on Facebook as inspiration. That boy sure can rev my muse’s engine with his dancing. I can’t remember the last time a man’s dancing got my muse’s undies in a twist. Must have been back in my David Denton days. Wish I had a video of that on Facebook!

And so for today, I’ll leave you with my latest cover art for some Monday inspiration. How pretty is that? I’m really proud of it.

You’ll have to check my Facebook author page for this week’s snippet of what I’m working on and my Facebook personal account for that Jared Rackler video.

Happy No Menopause For You Monday!

 

Back With More

I’ve taken a little license with that title. I’ve taken the Ratt song Back For More and changed it a little to suit this post. Why Ratt? Well, there’s a few reasons. One of the reasons is an anthology call my editor Kris Jacen at MLR Press put out a couple of days ago. She wants short stories and novellas based on 80’s songs. The anthology will be like one of those mixed tapes we all made during that era. (The current era equivalent would be the i-Tunes playlist says author Kimberly Gardner or the Pandora playlist says my daughter Nikki.)

The reason I bring this up? Yes, I’m going to do a short novella for the antho. I’m not using the Ratt song but rather a Great White song. GW was probably my favorite band in the 80’s and choosing the right song was important to me so I inevitably looked to them. Save Your Love has really awesome lyrics, telling the story of a love that transcends distance and time. My story Save Your Love tells the tale of a young man who finds that love when he discovers his sexual orientation at the age of 18, in the middle of a rock concert. But love is just love and he’s young. He leaves his lover behind and goes on to become a rock star himself. When his brief few years as a mega star begin to fade he leaves the life behind and reconnects with his only love. From there their love story becomes one of compromise and enduring passion taking them through twenty five years from that first sexual encounter at age 18 in 1987 through the present day. Here’s the blurb:

Decades define a young man’s life as he goes from a virgin discovering his sexual orientation to a rock star fending off masses of lovestruck fans to a composer of Broadway musicals while an epic love for his best friend commands his heart, permeates his soul and flows through his music.

Jared Summers lost his virginity and found his true sexual orientation at a rock festival on his eighteenth birthday. He also gave away his heart. Through the years, Jared’s love for his best friend and first lover Matthew Bolton has never died.  The one thing Jared has always known to be true was that he and Matt loved each other. Even when they were apart, Jared always felt Matt’s presence within him and beside him. When fate finally brings them back together, finding a way to blend their lives becomes a labor of love. Through their years together, the love they found at eighteen grows and matures but remains an eternal flame that burns unwavering in both their hearts.

Even though I’ve had a character named Jared before (Jared Abbott in Christmas in Hell, a het Christmas short story at Pink Petal Books) I had to use the name again. In part because Nikki got a couple of calls out of the blue from her hunky ex, whose name is Jared, and because of the awesome hip grinding moves of Jared Rackler at GayRomLit.

Speaking of GRL…I had a good time, but it was exhausting for an asthmatic to head up to those altitudes and try to do stuff from the moment I got there. I had no acclimatization time so I spent the whole four days struggling to breathe. That wasn’t fun at all. It was exhausting. Luckily, I have awesome friends who mother henned me (ZAM, Stephani Hecht and her sister Jackie Nacht along with Amber Kell and VJ Summers, James Buchanan, and Karenna Colcroft.) They all made sure I was okay.

I have photos of reader John’s (the farmer in Texas) awesome GRL tattoos. I was groped (kinda) by the ever amazing Rick R. Reed who also dropped trou to show me his MLR tattoo (I had one too which I had to take my sweater off to show readers. It was a temp one for a scavenger hunt.) I saw with my own two eyes that flirty Damon Suede lift his kilt for a reader to take a photo. I called KC Burn a bitch for leaving me hanging over at the Lords of Aether. (You should have heard her LAUGH!) Got my photo with lots of folks but the one photo on my own phone of me is with Ethan Day (who is just the yummiest man ever!) I met JR Boyd who is the sweetest thing with a Texas twang you could ever meet! I fangurled over AR Moler whose Cam and Mason make my heart thump (yes, probably more than Jared’s dance did.) I met the man with the sweetest smile at the retreat, Barry Brennessel’s partner Dave. I had the best goodbye hug ever from Kimberly Gardner. WOW can that woman HUG! And then there was the incident with the pigeon and the hooker boots in old town Albuquerque…(Oh, that Jackie Nacht!)

I don’t know that any readers fan-stalked me like at RT in 2011, but I hope I got some new readers out of the experience. I know that I had A LOT of readers and authors alike squeeing over me because of my cover art. (I guess I need to make Winterheart Design business cards now if the biznez is gonna have fans.) It was a lot of fun and I was really happy that one of my Hookers, Nikyta, won my rainbow cock sucker at the Bling Your Badge event.

The drive was long and the view out the windows of James’ truck was barren…but beautiful. It was also inspirational. A little something for the Darkworld will come of it and I’m also going to write a GRL2012 story for the characters from Kissing Joan Collins. If you recall, the main hero Logan Moore writes “Dick Lit.” He needs a trip to Albuquerque I think…

I enjoyed every moment of hanging with my pals ZAM, Tara Lain, Louisa Bacio (and her cute hubs!), Lynn Lorenz, and Belinda McBride. I think we all ate breakfast pretty much every morning with Treva and Christie from Loose Id. I was so happy to meet people I talk to online, Cherie Noel, NJ Nielsen and her daughter Em, Taylor Donovan, Amy from Mantastic Fiction, all the MLR authors, and many more! And dinner with James, Kimberly Gardner, Deana Jamroz and Laura Baumbach was fun! (With me drinking Amaretto Sours, something I got from Stephani at RT 2011.)

Had a good time but OMG was I glad to get home to my Rott, Nikki and the babies. I think Louie’s afraid I’ll leave again. He’s been sleeping with me since I got back. He hasn’t done that since he was a kitten.

So now that I am home and back to my regular grind I am back to working on trailers and covers and writing. One thing I’ve decided to do is start posting snippets again. Here and on my Facebook page (not the personal account.) So if you want to see what’s coming up soon and get never before seen bits of characters in previous books, you need to keep an eye on this blog and my Facebook fan page.

For you Lords of Aether fans, the first ebook with the first 50 posts is coming soon! We’re only 4 posts away from 50!

For ZAM fans, I put up a GOT ZAM shop at CafePress with the graphics I’ve done for her. If you’re a St. Nacho’s fan, you need to check this out!

No snippet on here today. This post has just gone on too long for that but you may want to hop over to my Facebook fan page

No photo for inspiration. I think you’ve had enough photos from me today! LOL Have yourselves an awesome Monday!

 

Get Out of Town

I’m headed out of town on Wednesday with my pal James Buchanan. We’re driving to Albuquerque for the GayRomLit reader/author retreat. I’ve got about a gazillion things to do before I go but hopefully Nikki (Motley) can help me get it all done tomorrow.

Last week was horrendous. Expense after expense racked up. The Infiniti was in the shop and the numbers kept climbing. Nothing wrong with the engine. The damn thing didn’t even need spark plugs. But the front brakes were shot. Good news, the rears were perfect. The trailing arms needed replacing. On an SUV this is a danger call. Broken trailing arms can cause an SUV to roll. The headers were leaking. Ugh. So new suspension, new exhaust system. WAY the fuck more money than we could afford. But it’s over now and we have it back. It feels solid again thank God.

Anyway, until later tonight I’m having a book trailer sale. 2 for 1. That’s $50 for two trailers. I gotta find a way to eat while I’m at GRL. I haz skillz. Will make trailers for food! 😉

I gotta run. Sorry to be short today but I need to get to work. Here’s your inspirational photo(s) of the day:

Those are the backs of the Scrambling Romance Trading Cards. Purdy ain’t they? Have a great Monday and if you’re going to GRL, see you on Thursday at the Hard Rock!

Shed Some Light

Rott had some store credit at Home Depot so yesterday he got me a new desk lamp. It’s a cute thing with a tulip shaped shade made of plastic so if the babies knock it off, it’s not gonna shatter. When I turned it on, I was shocked at how dusty my desk was. All that dirt hidden by a lack of light. Ew. Time for Motley to do some Swiffering and cleaning with antibacterial wipes.

Love the lamp though. I was working on a book trailer video for author Melissa Mayhue and the light just made all the difference when working late at night. My eyes weren’t straining and I wasn’t getting tired as quickly. That Rott can sometimes be a very smart man. I’m just really glad he got me the lamp.

In the last week, I’ve become a lot more hopeful about life in general. I will be the first to admit that I can be pretty cynical about people and the world we live in, but sometimes things happen that change your view. So last week someone did something incredibly nice for me. Like unbelievably nice. The kind of nice that I have not seen in many, many years. You know who you are. You know what you did and I owe you the hugest hug ever if we ever meet.

Having my faith somewhat restored in humanity helped make a lot of things a lot less of a chore and I felt very productive this weekend. Did some cover art and romance trading cards for clients. Finished Melissa’s trailer. Did some more work on my trailers for GayRomLit. And I had some nice fan mail. Not just about my work in general, but specifically about Scrambling and Ride the Lightning. I love fan mail. It’s one of the reasons I keep writing.

In other news, I’ll be guest blogging in support of Scrambling at KT Grant’s on Thursday. On Saturday, I’ll be at the OCC RWA chapter’s birthday bash. It’s a really nice meeting and luncheon at the Embassy Suites. On Sunday, I’ll be blogging for the chapter on cover art at the Slice of Orange blog. The following week I will be off to New Mexico with James Buchanan for GayRomLit but I’ll still have some guest blog posts going up – Louisa Bacio’s on the 16th and HC Brown’s on the 18th. And we welcomed some new authors over at Flirty Author Bitches so make sure you check them out soon.

Anyway, I’m rushing to try to make some money so I can get my promo materials for GayRomLit. So far, not many bites. I may have to go to NM with very little in the way of “swag.” I had a lot of ideas for inexpensive stuff, but life kinda put the kabosh on it all. I have to print my scrapbook pages (on purple paper) and dig out what little leftover swag I have from last year and pray that maybe I’ll get a couple of commissions so I can order my romance trading cards for my Air Force pilots and NFL players. Cross your fingers for me!

Now, how about some inspiration for this Monday morning?

That’s the newest cover from Winterheart Design for MLR Press author Jambrea Jo Jones. Jambi loves it so all is right in my artistic world! Have a great Monday!

Mixed Emotions

The weekend was fraught with the title of this blog post. There’s shit going on at home. There’s shit going on with websites. There’s shit going on on Facebook. And damn it all…there’s just shit going on in this world.

Top of the charts: One of the Ellora’s Cavemen was murdered early Sunday morning. It’s shocking and such a loss for the staff and authors at EC. And imagine how his friends and family must feel. I mean, the guy was only 27. He purportedly died in his best friend’s arms. At least he wasn’t alone, but still. 27.

At 27, I was having a shitty year. I could have died and probably very few people would have known it. It was a really bad year. But this guy…he had everything going for him. Who the fuck ever took a gun to a club and used it during an altercation should be strung up. I mean c’mon. If you’re that pissed, you punch someone, not shoot them. What does that say about the shooter’s respect for life? The whole thing makes me angry and sick to my stomach at how low so many people who call themselves humans truly are.

Next up: My house. I hate poisonous snakes. I hate the  909-ers who bottle neck my road. But I don’t want to sell or lose my house. But I think my old man has given up. When that happens, I never win. And I don’t know what to do. Sometimes I think I just need to walk away from him and all his problems and neuroses that cost me money and years off my life because of the stress.

And I’m really tired of being broke. I might love him but I’m really tired of being broke. Sometimes I dream of what my life would be like if I had no one to support but me. Man, that’s weird. I’ve never had no one to support but me. I’ve supported other people my entire life, no breaks. I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself.

There’s other stuff. Stuff I don’t have the energy to bring up cause my gut is churning and I need to eat a fistful of Tums. You don’t have to leave me a comment and say you’re sorry I’m going through this or feel this way. I know most of you are generous people and you do feel sorry that my life is shit. I’d rather you go tell someone to check out my books. Not buy them. Just check them out. I’m not trying to make a sale here. Just trying to put myself in front of possible new readers. If they look at my stuff and are interested enough to buy, that’s awesome. But I have a hard time telling people to go buy my books. I guess I’m not a good salesman.

I need a nice photo for inspiration today. Something to help me get through the day. I can’t even say week. Can’t look that far ahead.

Isn’t that pretty? I want to be there. It’s too fucking hot here. I look at that and I could just cry I want to be there so bad. Who gets 105 degree heat in September anyway?

Okay my lovelies. I must go to work. If you want to know what I’ve been reading that I liked, I have a fresh new Valentine Review that I put up yesterday here on this blog. If you want to see where I’m guest blogging about pro sports and bullying and being gay in the NFL check out my pal Tara Lain’s blog. And tomorrow on the 2nd Alix Rickloff invited me over to Blame It On the Muse to talk about Scrambling. Wait until you see that blog post. There’s a port-a-potty in it. LOL

Happy Monday!

 

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