That be me, of course. Dreamspinner Press has its own discussion group at Goodreads, and on Sunday afternoon, May 1, I'll be
You Can't Buy This Kind of Promotion!
One of my former fellow authors at Ellora's Cave, Judy Mays, is a RL teacher whose second career as a writer of erotic romance was outed. You can read the ridiculous news item HERE. This story has received gobs of attention on the Interwebz and, as a result, Judy has received gobs of support, including two dedicated groups on Facebook. A little birdie told me that her books are now selling quite well, thank you very much, and her supporters can expect to receive postcards sent from her world cruise. (Okay, I made that last part up.) Go, Judy!
A Beautiful Blog.
If you haven't yet visited 2boysinlove, get over there. It's charming and heartfelt and will make you feel so, so good. Really, it's absolutely lovely -- and, I hope, will prove an inspiration to other gay teens.
A Fond Farewell.
This update is the hardest one to write. Very early Tuesday morning, my best friend, Jerry, died suddenly and unexpectedly in his sleep. He's the same person responsible for my "Jokes from Jerr" posts. Nobody knows precisely what happened, but speculation leads to a grim conclusion. Jerr was on a lot of pain meds (long story involving accidents and such) and was also very fond of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. It's possible he indulged too much in both before turning in the night before.
Jerry was an almost legendary figure in this county. Hundreds of people knew him. He was also one of the most good-natured and generous individuals I've ever known. Never, ever did he refuse a friend anything it was in his power to provide -- housing included. The person he was putting up at the time of his death was a local woman whose alcoholism likely provoked Jerry into drinking more than he normally would have. That this tragic turn could have been prevented is the toughest part to take.