Pot Luck: Comment Policy; Other People’s Stories; WIPs

Comment Policy: I have WordPress set up so that each new commenter has to register and then have their first comment approved — but once that happens, you can comment all you like. While I may get a bit cross about certain topics (punctuation, people making assumptions about why I do certain things, etc.), I have committed to a policy of allowing pretty much any and all comments unless they are A) laden with vile language/insults or B) revealing personal info about myself or others (phone number, address, shoe size). That means that yes, your first comment can be about how I’m an idiot for feeling possessive about my ellipses, and I will approve it.

Other People’s Stories: Reesa and Michelle will be releasing a new Slipstream short sometime in the near future. Huzzah!

Works In Progress: I may miss the deadline for at least one of the sub calls I’ve been working on. (I did just double-check, however, and discovered that it’s later than I thought it was.) For reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture, I’m not getting much work done on anything — and it drives me crazy. On the other hand, I do finally have an appointment to get my hair cut, so there is that.

The Hard Part Is…

Well, currently, the hard part is the cover-art spec sheet for First Flight. It’s a fun hard, though — the part that’s going to take the longest is getting over to the piece of public art I need pictures of and taking them. I need a bunch of them, in different light, and I wonder if my brother’s tripod will fit/work with the camera… And now I’m thinking maybe I’ll borrow mom/my brother’s OM1 and take some actual film pictures.

Other hard things I’ve done, recently, include actually telling my family about my writing career — I survived, and the response on the whole was positive, so hooray — and writing the climactic fight between Good and Evil for my weird Anglicans thing. It took me 12 hours to get four pages, striking a balance between good, evil, action, and dialogue.

I definitely need to do some rewriting on it, though, as the evil is rather ill-defined, and that’s a weak point. There’s no clear why, although I could argue that it’s simply more true-to-life than it might be otherwise.

WIPs, updated:

– NOLA thing: still has holes, but thanks to a trip to the library, I have rewritten one of the battle scenes to reflect what actually happened. That’s a plus. Other things I have learned/realized/tweaked: draft horses weren’t likely to be available to Morel, but he would have been able to afford/find a couple of mules.

– Max & Trev: slowly creeping along. I have this weird thing that happens to me wherein I get stuck on writing smut for publication. I’m not sure precisely why, either, but I suspect it has to do with worrying about getting it right.

– Scribe Thing: Eh. Am considering starting it in a different place, action-wise.

– Menage Thing: on the back burner.

– Cyclist thing: see Menage Thing.

Basically, I managed to write a 17-page story about a guy sleeping with an alien whose physiology is an amalgam of squid and cuttlefish.

What am I working on?

About a million different things. I’ll pick four or five, though.

– Untitled Historical: A love story set in/against the Battle(s) of New Orleans. Features a potter’s apprentice, the potter’s son, mild piracy, clay, disliked Brits, and smut.
This is sort of an unusual story for me, in that the framework is a pure historical — no magic, no boys who used to be something else, no paranormal elements, no alteration of the actual events of history. The research has been a blast, though. (I’m off to do more this afternoon, in fact.) It’s a teeny bit of an AU in that no one kills my protagonists for simply existing. (Have I mentioned how I just don’t do Misery Lit?)

– Schooling Rhys (working title): Another Max and Trevor story! Features Trevor fulfilling one of Max’s fantasies while other people watch.
I’m hoping to get this one finished in time to submit it to an anthology of College Students stories. Other than that, it’s typical Max/Trev, with Max being a smartass to get exactly what he wants and Trevor loving to give it to him.

– Untitled Contemporary: The Threatened Cyclist Thing. Features a punny name, a guy who gets little pleasure out of being a hardass, and one very damaged bike racer.
I have no idea where this is going, or if it will ever be salable. I thought it was going to be dumb/funny, and instead Perry took off in a completely different direction, leaving me to sit in the dust and gawp like an idiot.

– Untitled Paranormal-ish Contemporary menage: They’re not demons, they’re just…Others. Features an anything-you-want-me-to-be-baby eater of souls, an infovore, and the human man they love.
Dallas Blackwell has survived six months in Finland* and a bank robbery. All he wants to do is go home, have sex with his husband, and maybe order a pizza. Instead, he walks in on one last insulting injury: his husband is in bed with not one but two other men. After that, there’s a divorce, Christmas with the family, tattoos, Dallas finally gets to have sex, and a discussion of how to talk about someone who doesn’t have a fixed gender being kind-of-pregnant. (It’s NOT Mpreg, I promise! And it’s hard to boil down into a blurb.)

* Dallas loved Finland. He would have loved it more if he’d had his husband around, though in retrospect it was all for the best.

Stuff I Am Currently Considering:

– Next month is (inter) National Masturbation Month (Warning: popup(s) and annoying pizza hut advertising, for those of you without adblocker.). I will write more than one single story, this year. I am open to requests/suggestions — a particular character, scenario/setting, etc.

– A BDSM thing featuring a guy who has kind of given up on his culture’s hookup-festivals because he just doesn’t get the same kind of delight out of them that his friends do… Until the year he meets someone who offers him something different.

– A story featuring a cowboy (one of the few overdone character archetypes I can bear to write) who inherits or otherwise ends up in a castle. And that’s about as far as I’ve gotten, with that one.