Here's what's new. I'll keep this on the bright(er) side, since I'm sick to death of the dreaded T word.
First, I apologize for not visiting more blogs more often. Please don't take it personally. I've been busy, and endlessly harassed by you-know-what. I do pop in to see what's up from time to time, but I rarely post anymore. For some weird reason, whenever I use Word Verification or Captcha, those T's seem to get active. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I don't know; I'm at a loss.
Mobry's Dick is now up at All Romance eBooks. To my amazement, so are some of my Ellora's Cave and Cerridwen Press titles. (Some kind of "rebate" lowers their prices. WTF is that?)
The steampunkish WIP is finished at 53,000 words. Title? I'm torn. At first it was Mongrel, then some very inconsiderate person went ahead and published a book called Stray. That's a little too close for comfort. The other possibilities are Mongrels and Mystics, The Dog King, and All the Dog King's Men (although the last might be a bit too precious -- do you think?) I haven't yet decided where to submit this.
Back to contemporaryville with my next story, precious_boy. At least I have the title down!
Just finished the first round of edits for Electric Melty Tingles, coming in late September from Loose Id. Gosh, I love that novella. It gives me the warm fuzzies, although it isn't all angsty and maudlin. Neither is it action-packed, centered on a mystery, or crawling with paranormal beings. It's very simple. Here's a fresh, new blurb:
It's August of 1970, and the friends of 21-year-old Oliver Duncan are having a blast at his bachelor party. Except Ned Surwicki. He isn't an Ivy Leaguer. He doesn't appreciate female strippers. And although he's been Oliver's best friend since they were 14, Ned isn't much inclined to celebrate his pal's impending marriage.
Ned is gay, something he's known since he kissed a boy and got the melty tingles. Ned is also in love with the groom-to-be. Ned is miserable.
On the night before his wedding, Oliver realizes that he's miserable, too. Of course Ned comes to his rescue.
Thus begins a romance that spans forty years, requires one coming-out after another, and survives a broken engagement, a menage with War and Pees, world travel, an ill-advised marriage, scores of fuck buddies, a father who thinks his son is destined to be a clone of Liberace, parents who reject their son, and, worst of all, the failure of two misguided men to pursue their fondest dream.
The most important coming-out for Ned and Oliver is summed up in a declaration they spend too many years trying futilely to forget: "I love you. That's never going to change."