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April: the month of writing dangerously…

I almost never manage to complete NaNo in the fall. I start well, invariably get the outline of the novel done no problem, but the fall just isn’t my cuppa for writing, apparently. Half the time it’s because of the holidays and the other half something massive happens in my life to derail things. The irony is that I write novels – and scripts – throughout the rest of the year without much trouble. It’s just November.

Or so I hope.

I’ve signed up to participate in Camp NaNo which takes place in April, instead of November. I’m hoping that having the sunlight last longer into the night will assist in keeping my butt in the writing chair, instead of the recliner.

It’s not just hope that’s going to churn out a novel, though. I am taking the (somewhat) drastic measure of no social media at home or on weekends to keep my focus on my writing. No facebook. No twitter. No instagram. In a related media fast, there will also be no tv watching. None. Bupkis. And all cold turkey. Oh, but I’ll be keeping track of things and posting to the Camp NaNo website, however that works. Already have a cabin, even. I will, however, allow myself to still go to the movies on the weekend, and not just because Avengers is coming out. All work and no play, and all that jazz.

I’ve picked a… not a sequel exactly, since it’s the first book in the series, but it’s a world with which I’m extremely well versed in. I’ve written several shorts in the world revolving around my Arbiter characters as well as a novel. It just turns out that the first novel I wrote for the series is actually about book #3 or #4, not #1. Who knew? The good news is that I have the outline done already, so the prep is done.

Here’s the thing, though. I’m not just writing a novel this April. I’m also writing a spec script for the show: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. This will be used to apply to the various television fellowships. First, of course, I need to write it. But then it needs to get passed the critique of my writers group and they are eagle-eyed, constructive criticizers the lot of them. And I mean that in the best way possible.

So yeah. April is going to be in-sane. Massively insane.

Wish me luck!

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New Release: Fat Girl Finds Love At The End Of The World

I had some technical difficulties, but finally, my new novella is up at amazon.com and smashwords.com! I love this story so hard. It’s even a tiny bit autobiographical if I were to end up in a zombie apocalypse.

Blurb:

As a makeup artist in Hollywood, Beth had seen a lot of weird things over the years, but actual zombies took the cake. With no help from the government, the fully-armed neighborhood steps up to keep the streets safe. On a supply run, Beth ends up face-to-face with a shotgun held by the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen and has to wonder… Why did it take a zombie apocalypse for her to find love?

Enjoy!

FAT GIRL FINDS LOVE

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Cover Reveal – Fat Girl Finds Love At The End Of The World

My new novella! Yay!! I had so much fun writing this that I may actually make it into a series!

Fat Girl Finds Love At The End Of The World: As a makeup artist in Hollywood, Beth had seen a lot of weird things over the years, but actual zombies took the cake. With no help from the government, the fully-armed neighborhood steps up to keep the streets safe. On a supply run, Beth ends up face-to-face with a shotgun held by the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen and has to wonder… Why did it take a zombie apocalypse for her to find love? Release date: 8/31/18!

FAT GIRL FINDS LOVE

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New Release – Lander by J. Scott Coatsworth

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Hello again! Twice in one day! I just wanted to share with you some excellent news about a new release from a fellow writer, J. Scott Coatsworth called Lander. It’s a m/m scifi romance (f/f inclusive) and sequel to Skythane (book two in the Oberon Cycle).

I haven’t had a chance to read what is sure to be a great book, but you’ll have my review when I do! Also, you should read the first book for the second one to work, it’s not a standalone type of book.

Giveaway:

Scott is giving away a $25 Amazon gift certificate and three copies of his queer sci fi eBook “The Stark Divide.” Use this rafflecopter code!

About the Author:

Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.

He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.

He runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction that reflects their own reality.

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The Oberon Cycle: Book Two

Series Blurb:

Xander is a skythane man whose wings have always been a liability on the lander-dominated half world of Oberon.

Jameson is a lander who has been sent to Oberon to find out why the supply of the psycho-amoratic drug pith has dropped off.

What neither knows is that they have a shared destiny that will change the two of them – and all of Oberon – forever.

Book Blurb:

Sometimes the world needs saving twice.

In the sequel to the Rainbow-Award-winning Skythane, Xander and Jameson thought they’d fulfilled their destiny when they brought the worlds of Oberon and Titania back together, but their short-lived moment of triumph is over.

Reunification has thrown the world into chaos. A great storm ravaged Xander’s kingdom of Gaelan, leaving the winged skythane people struggling to survive. Their old enemy, Obercorp, is biding its time, waiting to strike. And to the north, a dangerous new adversary gathers strength, while an unexpected ally awaits them.

In the midst of it all, Xander’s ex Alix returns, and Xander and Jameson discover that their love for each other may have been drug-induced.

Are they truly destined for each other, or is what they feel concocted? And can they face an even greater challenge when their world needs them most?

Excerpt

Jameson kissed Xander again, his passion fading, but his ardor for the man still in full bloom. It was good to find time for the two of them in the middle of madness.

Xander was at rest, peaceful as he floated on the surface of the water, his eyes closed and his muscles slack. His black wings trailed off below into the glow of the pond. He looked more like an angel to Jameson than he had since the first time they’d met.

Images flashed in his head—this place, other people, other times. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing them to go away.

Reluctantly they subsided. Jameson stood to get out of the water, shaking his head as if to dry his hair.

Xander pulled him back down for one more kiss. “What’s the hurry? I can still hear the storm roaring outside.”

Jameson growled. “I’m hungry. Don’t you ever get your fill?” He should have told Xander about the memories. He knew Xander saw them too, sometimes, but Jameson didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Apparently not.” Xander let him go. “But I like to watch your backside, so I guess this is some kind of compensation.”

“Pervert.” Jameson smiled to himself. He was still sore from their exertions, but it was a good kind of sore.

He climbed up to the rock floor next to the pool, using one of the columns to steady himself. Something skittered across the edge of his vision. A bat? Or something like it? He looked after it, but it had vanished.

He went to pull his pants back on and wrinkled his nose. His clothes were filthy.

He opened his pack and grabbed a fresh set. He pulled on his underwear first, then laced up his shirt while Xander watched appreciatively. Getting dressed had been a hell of a lot easier before he’d gotten his wings. To compensate for his lack of skythane clothing, they’d raided the king’s closet, and it had been a challenge to find anything without a fur lining or silver buttons. King Theron had been a big man too—thick in the middle, if his clothes were any indication. Frowning, Jameson cinched his belt tight to hold up his pants.

“It suits you.” Xander smirked, getting out of the water and giving Jameson a full-on view of his beautiful body. He was muscled, but not overly so, his stomach firm and his body sleek. He was perfect.

Jameson felt a surge of love for Xander. He took full advantage of the unguarded moment, enjoying the show. Xander’s well-defined abs and his lopsided grin were almost enough to entice Jameson to give it another go, but the memories were messing with his head, and he really was hungry.

“Let’s eat.” Xander pulled out his own change of clothes and sniffed them.

“A little damp?”

“Yeah. Mildew from all the rain. Still, it’s better than the alternative.”

He grinned. It was a shame Xander needed to wear anything at all. “Um, food. Yeah. Sounds good.”

“We need to be ready to leave as soon as the storm lets up.” Xander pulled on his pants. “That means keeping up our strength. Getting fed, getting some sleep…. I want to look for Quince and the others, and my people need me back home. Things will be confused in Gaelan after the shift.”

My people. Jameson had his own people too, somewhere across the continent. “Things will be crazy in Oberon City too, I’d imagine.”

Xander nodded. As he finished dressing, Jameson took a look around the cavern. It was maybe fifty meters across, and half that deep, and there were dark shadows at several places near the back, leading off to other caves or rooms.

He wondered how far this cavern system went. His new gift—or curse?—wasn’t specific on details like that, though sometimes memories sprang wholly formed in his head.

Back home on Beta Tau, caverns could stretch on for hundreds of kilometers. The Great Rift system went on for at least three hundred and fifty, meaning it was theoretically possible to get from New Davos to Arctus without ever going aboveground.

He closed his eyes, trying to remember this place. The ability seemed to come and go randomly, but there had to be a way to summon it up at will. It had come to him when he needed it, but not of his own volition.

Again, there was a flickering, like something fluttering past in his peripheral vision. This time it slipped past on both sides. He looked around wildly, but there was nothing there. Not bats, then. He was losing his mind.

“What are you thinking about?” Xander asked. “You seem a little… distracted.”

“You didn’t see that?”

“What?”

“Never mind.” He sighed. “It’s probably just this place. I… remember it, but I don’t.”

“I know. Since that kiss, it’s been hit and miss for me too.”

Jameson nodded. That kiss. The one at the House of the Moon, when memories had flooded through him, through Xander, like a torrent. It had been the second time for him, but for Xander….

“Do you ever… see things that aren’t there?”

“Sometimes. Quick images. Like brief overlays of the past on the present.”

“Do you see them now?”

Xander looked around. “No, nothing now. You?”

“No. I….” He stopped. Something was moving at the edge of his vision. He looked around. The cavern seemed to shift, becoming brighter. There was a weird fluttering, as if a hundred dark wings were flapping just out of sight.

“Jameson, you okay?”

Everything went fuzzy for a moment, and his stomach clenched in protest. When he could see again, golden light flickered from candles placed all around the room. Where had they come from?

He turned back to Xander, but Elyra stood there instead, grinning at him, leaning forward, her breasts like two perfect moons under her vest. “You came. I’ve been waiting for hours.” She pulled him close. He could smell her musky perfume, feel her long raven-black hair brush against his cheeks as their lips met….

The world shifted again.

The cavern was dark, lit by only the smallest blue illumination from the pool, and he was all alone. The deep, keening sadness of loss cut him with a sharp physical pain. In his left hand was a bloody dagger, and his right cupped his torn intestines.

Shift.

A massive furry creature with eight arms and long teeth like a saber-toothed tiger rose up with a growl, and six eyes stared at him over its wrinkled snout. It swiped at him with a hairy paw tipped with sharp claws and he danced away….

Shift.

He was out of breath, gasping for air, and covered in sweat. He held on to one of the rock columns for support, staring over his shoulder. Surely they hadn’t followed him all the way back here.

There were shouts behind him, in the main cavern, and he took a desperate gulp of air and pushed himself onward, toward the darkness at the back of the cavern….

Shift.

He/They/We were joined, feeling a sense of peace and harmony at their union. He/They/We fed on the nutrients in the water, joined body and mind, and mused about the world outside and the events of the last few days. Each part of He/They/We shared its experiences out in the world, the others they had encountered before returning with their knowledge to enrich the whole. The time of the Great Move was coming….

Shift.

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A Most Unusual Honeymoon – Cover Reveal & Release Info!

I’m soooo excited! The sequel to my novel, A Most Unusual Wedding, is coming out on Valentine’s Day, 2/14/18! To celebrate this awesome occasion, I’ve got the new cover for you!

In A Most Unusual Honeymoon, we see Gerald and Leo at the English seaside where they encounter new people, a wonderful little tourist town, and a murder… Because it wouldn’t be them if something unusual didn’t happen, even on their honeymoon.

I hope you love reading this book as much as I loved writing it!

A Most Unusual Honeymoon

 

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2018 – Here we come!

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A lot of people make resolutions and goals for the new year and I’m no exception. We do it every year. Or, I do. I think that it’s a good thing to do because it makes you think, and dream, about the future. About 90% of my resolutions go by the wayside by around February, but that 10% that sticks with me is the foundation of a new, better way of life.

I only have one resolution this year: write more.

I get accused by a couple of friends of being prolific, but I know that I’ve been performing at far less than I’m capable of doing. This last year was filled with fixing an ankle, a couple of big changes at work, and a few disappointments with my writing. It was, overall, a very busy year.

On the writing front, I did finish the sequel to Most Unusual Wedding, which will be coming out quite soon (YAY!) , and I finished an epic fantasy novel, which is being torn apart into a new novel series (Yikes!), and revised two other novels. On the screenwriting front, I finished a new pilot and am revising two others.

Despite that, I know I can do more and do it better. The plan this year–and it is a plan, not a goal–is to write for a minimum of an hour every day. It doesn’t matter what I work on as long as I get in that hour every single day. The last time I worked that much on my writing, I produced…well, let’s just say that it was a lot. hehehehe. I’m going to work on my craft and really sink my teeth into my characters, worlds, and stories.

I’ll check in with you all once a month without fail and let you know what progress on which project I’ve made. That is one of my most important NaNo lessons: when you have accountability, you get shit done. And I think that’s what 2018 will be about. We’re going to have to get a lot of shit done to fix everything that went wrong in 2017.

I hope all of you have a wonderful, fulfilling, and thrilling new year and wish everyone all the best in their personal and professional goals and ambitions and loves.