I had a brilliant, productive weekend. Isn’t it great when things work out the way you planned? Saturday I finally managed my scene in the co-author book with Jaime Samms. We’re at around 41K, and the finale and epilogue are Jaime’s babies. It’s been a great experience working with Jaime. I’ve said it before, but we bounce off one another and have the same ideas as to where the story is going. Jaime writes her parts in 1st person—love it!—and her character, Paul, is one half of an abusive relationship. I love the way Paul develops as the story unfolds. Although his vulnerability is always there, he gets stronger and accepts he’s worth more than being treated like dog turd. My character, Carl, is an absolute beast. A murdering, controlling beast. But at the same time I hope I’ve shown the other side to him where readers may well pity the guy, despite him being awful. The tale is called Fight—a duel-edged title, which will become clear when the book is read.
After writing my scene, I critted a novel for my friend. The time breezed by, and I finished it Saturday night, which left me all day yesterday to write some more of my latest book involving two vamps. Well, there are more in there, but the focus is obviously on my hero and heroine. It’s been fun to write so far with no stumbles along the way.
Today I’m visiting a friend’s house then coming back to read. I need a day off from writing, so rather than do all the mundane things I should be doing, like cleaning and ironing, I’m going to sit down and enjoy someone else’s manuscript. On the print book front, I’m reading my squidgy pal’s novel, Master of None by Sonya Bateman, signed by her with heart-warming words. I’ve known Sonya for years and read the book as a manuscript, but reading it as a hold-in-your-hand book is so cool it isn’t funny. I keep smiling while reading, so happy that Sonya’s hard work has paid off. She deserves it!
So, that’s about it from me today. Tomorrow is the dreaded grocery shopping and a bit of writing, but I have permission to repost an article that featured in the latest AWH magazine. I’m interested in what your thoughts will be on it.
Well, I’m off. The day proper must begin. Have a good one, folks!
Lee still lives at home with his domineering mother, who makes it quite clear she’s anti-gay. Since Lee’s father left the marital home, Lee’s mother has punished him physically and mentally, ensuring he keeps his love for Ryan secret. One night, when Lee’s mother goes out, the two young men explore one another in Lee’s room.
After an explosive revelation, Lee leaves home, the need to sift through his past and come to terms with who he is paramount. Someone makes it clear Lee must never come back to town, frightening Lee into agreement. The only problem is, he’ll be leaving Ryan behind…
Excerpt (readers 18 years and above only):
The house stands as though abandoned when we get back, the lights out, the curtains shut tight. I slide my key into the lock and motion for Ryan to stay outside for a minute. It wouldn’t surprise me if she sat inside in the dark, waiting to see if I brought Ryan indoors. She’s done it before, but luckily Ryan heard her voice and retreated out the door, closing it quietly so she wouldn’t realise we’d been about to sneak up to my room. Only to shoot the shit, play on my Play Station, nothing untoward, but still, Mum would have suspected otherwise.
Seeing the house is clear, I call Ryan inside and, as he closes the front door, I go into the kitchen and put the washing-up liquid in the cupboard beneath the sink. I take a bottle of Coke out of the fridge—bought it earlier this morning when I got Mum’s paper from the shop—and collect two glasses from the cupboard over the cooker. Back in the hallway, I smile at Ryan, even though he can’t see it in the dark, and walk upstairs, pleased to hear his footsteps as he follows.
Wary, I push the door to my room open, expecting to find Mum sitting on my bed. I flick the light switch and blush at the state of my room, shown in all its cluttered, untidy glory under the harsh illumination of the bare ceiling bulb.
“Uh, excuse the mess,” I mutter, stepping forward to scoop up a pile of dirty clothes and shoving them into the laundry bin. I hadn’t anticipated Ryan coming in tonight; otherwise I’d have cleaned up a bit. He’s only ever seen it presentable.
“No probs,” he says, flinging himself on the bed, unfazed. He grabs the Play Station control and nods at the TV. “Boot it up, then.”
I do then take off my jacket and flop on the bed beside him, reaching to my bookshelf to get the other control. The game starts, and we spend the next hour or so battling it out, Ryan winning every time, as usual. After the best out of five, I drop the control down the side of the bed, and it clonks as it hits the floor. I lie on my back, head against the pillow, and stare at the ceiling. Ryan is close, too close, yet not close enough. His body heat warms my bare arm, and I wonder what it would be like to press my skin to his, feeling it fully, properly.
“You ever thought about leaving here?” he asks, leaning over me to put the controller on the bookshelf.
His belly touches my side, and my stomach flips over. My cock twitches, and I will it not to harden, exposing how I feel for him when he might not appreciate my erection. If he isn’t gay, if I’ve misinterpreted…shit, I’d hate to lose our friendship.
“Um, many times.” I casually lay my hands over my crotch and hope he hasn’t spotted my burgeoning cock. Shit!
“So what’s stopping you?” He moves away, settling next to me, resting on his side, face propped in his hand, elbow digging into the mattress.
“Money. Guts.” I swallow, pushing away images of what could have happened just then if I’d lifted my hand and twined my fingers in his hair. If I’d trailed my hand down his cheek, his chest, and to his groin…
“You could get a bedsit and afford it on your wages. If you did extra shifts at the pizza place you’d manage. As for having guts…one day she’ll piss you right off, and you’ll walk, no problem.”
“I s’pose. I want to get out. Get out of this town, too, if I’m honest.”
Ryan sits up, his fingers curling around my wrist. “Really?”
I stare at his hand, the contact searing, fucking great, and he releases his grip, retaking his former position. I will him to put his hand back so I can feel that rush again, but he doesn’t.
Thursday is usually my day off because my daughter, Nat, comes to visit. Unless I’ve got too much to do, steeped in a book, I take this day to forget about writing-based stuff and just be me. The problem is, my body and mind usually give up on me when I slow down or rest, and Thursdays see me dog tired by about three o’clock.
Anyway, I’ve been writing this week and gave myself two days to finish Burning. Unfortunately, as is usually the way with me, the book will be longer than my estimate. I’m a pantser, and my books usually evolve as I write them. The book took a different direction to my original intention, which will add another 6K to the book. No matter. So long as I know where I’m going with it, whatever word count I end up with is by the by. It just means another couple of days writing it, that’s all.
After Blinding I want to write my part in the book I’m co-authoring with Jaime Samms then it’s back into my latest EC book. Once those are done, I can start Inferno, the 3rd book in the Blinded series. It’s all go, but I’m happy with that at the moment. I have my to-do list under control and don’t feel so overwhelmed with everything on it.
I’ve been so busy this week I haven’t been walking with the girls at night. By the time seven o’clock rolls around when we usually set off, I’m shattered. My mind is drained, and the last thing I feel like doing is giving my body a battering too. But I’ll be back to walking Monday next week, because I’m determined to have Burning and my co-author scene off my list.
I’ve created a couple of covers for LYD authors. I enjoyed making them. I love doing cover art. When I go into Photoshop, I concentrate so hard on what I’m doing that everything else fades away. Here they are:
Hmm. That’s about it from me as Sarah Masters/Emmy. The other me, whoa, she’s having a ball with EC. One book out, another due in July, edits coming soon on a novel and a totally groovy review has given me hope that I’m onto a good thing with her. She’s been well received in various places so far, which is lovely because I did worry, using another pen name, what it would be like being a ‘new’ author again. It’s been great. Better than the first time around. I’m comfortable with her voice in her books—bonus!
Well, I’m off for a day of talking to Nat and pottering about the kitchen tidying up. I do plan to write about my ‘24’ and Lost addiction at some point, so if you’re also a fan, it would be good to read your take on the programmes. TTFN!
Anyway, I went grocery shopping today and on the way back had a think about a book I’ve messed up on. I started it all wrong. Telling the reader what had happened instead of writing it as it happens. And telling is the right word. Appalling! Naughty me. So I’m going to start again, using what I have in parts but revamping. Let’s hope I get it done, because I need to finish this one. What with the weather being like it is, I’m hardly likely to be doing anything else but writing.
Hmm. I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I usually have them when I’m worried or stressed, but I’m not particularly either at the moment. The to-do list has shrunk, I have everything in order, so I can only assume my mind is wandering as I sleep because I haven’t had the writing outlet the past few days. In one dream there were spiders. Big buggers crawling on the floor in my house. I asked each one of my kids to ‘Get the spider for Mummy’ but they walked past me as though I hadn’t spoken. One of those lucid dreams where you’re there but not. I was invisible. No one got the spiders for Mummy, and I looked down at them—I had bare feet—and told myself that there are some things I must do for myself. I know what it’s about with regards to my waking life, but the dream just reinforced it.
I had another weird dream last night, but buggered if I can remember it now. Just know I woke thinking: WTF was that all about? Weird.
Well, I’m off to put the groceries away, make a cuppa, then try and fix this book. Hope you have a great day, folks!
It’s been a busy few weeks for me. I’m just now starting to get a handle on all the irons in my fire and sorting everything into priority order and getting on with them. I have a couple of books that I really must finish fast, then I can slow down a bit and take my time a little more. Glimmer will be released June 11th, the first tale of the Blinded spin-off series, and I hope to complete Burning, the 2nd tale, by next week. I have had some EC work I’ve been writing since I wrote Glimmer, two tales that refused to let me go, and with one still to finish I can then get to Burning. I’ve found switching between m/m and het keeps my interest alive, and when one genre calls the other has to sit and wait for a little while. At the moment I’m on a het burst!
Once the second het is complete I’ll be starting on June’s issue of the AWH magazine, my last one as editor. I can no longer keep going with it as I had hoped. What started as a two-day venture turned into around seven, and with everything else I’m doing I can’t spend that much time on the magazine. It was fun, sometimes frustrating, to work on, but I’m sensible enough to know when to put something aside for the good of everything else on my to-do list. Hopefully the magazine won’t die—maybe someone with editorial experience and the time will come along and take it over.
I’m looking forward to going back to writing one book at a time too. I currently have three manuscripts started, one I can write when my attention wavers from whatever else I’m working on, but usually I only have one book on the go at a time. My mind hasn’t been able to settle on one book recently, and while the word count mounts up, it’s spread over the three books and none of them are getting finished as fast as I would like. So, nose to the grindstone for me. Finish them!
Here’s hoping your writing projects are going well!