Rafe and Taro take an ill-considered vacation. Here their fellow guests just arrived. Eight people came in that boat, including the boatman. I’d slept with all of them. Including the boatman. Hell. It was like…the world took a step back. I stood barefoot on worn-soft wood, surrounded by sunshine and water and pretty people, […]
Six Sentence Sunday from His Faithful Squire Read More »
This is from that fight in His Faithful Squire that I’ve been complaining about for days. It’s…probably the least swear-filled six sentences of it. “I want to lie in bed eating tiramisu all day too!” I snapped. “Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea!” “Goddammit–“ “And don’t you run out for tiramisu or I just might
Six Sentence Sunday: The Fight Read More »
I’ve seen a lot of writers complain about sex scenes, but those don’t bother me. Sex is (relatively) easy. Once it’s decided where I’m going, there are only so many ways to get there, after all. An argument, though…oh man. I’ve been working on this for days. Now, granted, they’ve been awful days, marred by
What’s Harder Than Writing Good Smut? Read More »
I was debating, but now I’m not. It’s done. I’ll do a better job fixing the last few scenes when I’ve got the rest of the manuscript poked into shape. I often do the end that way. It will work. So that means I’m done! Now to dance (slightly) on my way to falling nose-first
Manuscript Slog is Done! Read More »
Last year I tried NaNoEdMo. I’d heard of it, but my personal write-edit-write timeline never quite synced with NaNoEdMo’s. Also, I have enough forums to waste time on (my thinking ran.) Editing cannot be both rushed and good (I argued.) I’m pretty good with the self-discipline (in areas of writing only.) I didn’t need that.
Editing Death Match Read More »
My husband was a master of inappropriate gifting. No, really. Our first Christmas we were pretty broke. I bought him luxuries I usually had to deny him: candy, nice cigars, a new Nintendo game. He got me, the woman who collects nothing and hates knick-knacks and anything else requiring care and/or dusting, a Generations collectible
A friend of mine was the first to read His Faithful Squire, back when I called the manuscript simply “Rafe.” I remember she thought Taro and Rafe were too affectionate. She explained that her gay son and his friends were not at all demonstrative. I thought that in a time and place where gays were