Rut, my contemporary/western/outdoors/hunting trip story was submitted yesterday. I should hear something by June 1st. I’m discovering 10,000-12,000 words is short for me. But I’m getting better at doing them. Anyway, fingers crossed.
Off to my cowboy submission that’s due in a month. Showstring watch out because here we go.
My fantasy novel from NaNoWriMo is starting to call to me to be edited. I’d really like for it to be a multi-volume set. I put a lot of time into building a cool magic system for that story. I’d like to use it more than once. :)
Another week, another flash! I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.
“I’m not getting it! I hate this crap.”
Eli crawled across the bed and moved so he could see what I was doing. “It’s biology. How can you hate biology? It’s your major.”
“What if I don’t want to go to med school? What if I want to major in art? I liked art in high school.”
Eli sighed. “Then change majors. People change majors all the time.”
“I can’t change majors! What would my parents think?”
Oops! This is a day late, sorry about that.
I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.
“I’m starved. Let’s grab some pizza,” said Eli.
I looked at Eli at about the same time as my stomach growled. “I think you have my vote. Apparently my stomach thinks it needs fed.”
Eli walked over to me and started rubbing my shoulders. It only took a few passes before I collapsed onto the bed and was letting out a little groan each time Eli dug his fingers into my neck. After a few minutes his hands slid under my shirt and the feel of his hot hands against my skin was doing more than relaxing my tense muscles. When Eli ran his fingernails down my back, I groaned and rolled over.
Dreamspinner Press is publishing “Home Grown” and it’s scheduled to be out in Aug-Sept of this year. I’m so thrilled.
Story in Brief
Ethan Hart, a vendor at the local farmer’s market, finds himself falling for Peter Stevens, an advertising executive who is one of his regular customers. Ethan spent the past ten years consumed in caring for his failing mother, and avoiding the emotions of an abusive relationship. Peter’s last romance had left him wary of attachments and with a heightened pleasure in various cuisines. Their mutual interest in food bridges their markedly different occupations as well as their turbulent histories.
And…for long time readers. There are goats again. I know. They keep showing up!
Yes, believe it or not chapter 9 of Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks is finally posted. It’s already available on Gay Authors. It should be up on the other sites before too long.
I wrote this story last fall but throught it would be good to share for Valintine’s Day. It’s a flash piece, bt I thought it was particularly successful. Anyway, enjoy the day, and hopefully you’ll enjoy the short.
Max hit the final key and studied the line of code. He’d been working on this for most of his life, since his parents, so proud of their precocious baby, had given him his first computer. The term genius had been used a lot around Max, but he’d always had one goal, and he was so close to attaining it now.
The code implemented, flying by too fast for even Max to decipher. The minutes passed as he considered the worktable with its myriad of apparatus. A dark thickening then began to take shape. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, the perspiration of his nervous anticipation forming droplets on his skin. The latticework grew, the dark molecules of carbon gathered by the millions to form the object of Max’s desire. Unconsciously, he reached down and squeezed his crotch.
Another week, another flash! This is the chapter some of you have been waiting for. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.
The door was locked and my lights off. I huddled on the bed wrapped in a thick blanket. I’d showered twice, and still felt like I couldn’t get clean. I’d never experienced anything like this. My naiveté had been ripped away, and the mental anguish had been much worse than I’d expected.
There was a soft knock at the door. Just leave me alone. Can’t they get that?
Another Wednesday Briefs is on the loose. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.
I resisted the urge to tug at the microphone strapped to my chest. This whole thing felt like a scene out of a Bond movie, but by now I’d been prompted by Heather and the campus police until I was sick of it. I’d talked to Eli non-stop about what I was expected to do. My gut still clenched at what we were trying to pull off. Eli wanted to come with me, but the cops wouldn’t let him. Not a huge surprise.
Hello everyone. Welcome to another Wednesday Briefs. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.
Eli’s anger was plain as he paced the room at a furious speed. “He actually played with himself? What the hell! He’s a sick bastard.”
“Shh, I don’t want anyone else to know what happened. He’ll flunk me for sure.”
Eli froze, his eyebrows curving to a V-shape in the middle of his forehead. “Flunk you? You’re worried about him flunking you?”
I’m taking a few minutes to pause and enjoy finishing the rough draft on another short story. “Rut” is topped out at 10,500 words right now. It has bears, otters and elks (the last are actual elk, not a new cool slag term you’d somehow missed. The first two… totally slang.). Of course, it also has a lot of drama.
It’s another anthology submission, so there is much polishing and refining to do before it’s ready to send off. But I’m going to take a few moments to enjoy the sense of accomplishment. Ahh, there it is.