Sunday, October 23, 2016

Okay... Now What?

     So… here I sit… again, staring at a blank page. Now what? Well I’ll be damned if I know. I have nothing real exciting going on. Of course… sitting on my big butt with my foot up is part of the issue. One thing that I have been able to do is catch up on some things on TV and some reading.

     What I’ve been reading…
     Well, I tore through a bunch of M/M books while I was still in Australia. I think I read just about every Aussie themed book I could. Of course, TAT (The Aussie Tart) had a lot of those, which made it easy. I mean, while there, why not. It was nice to have an actual book in my hands, I admit.
     Then I decided to take a break from M/M and went to some of my other favorite authors. I went on a tear and read some Anne Rice and Clive Cussler. It was like a breath of fresh air for me. It was something that I needed I think. It gave my brain a break from not only gay themed books, but from romance as well. Okay, Anne Rice does tend to lean a little on the romance, but not all that much. It is more of an underlying theme.
     The one thing I came away from while on this reading binge was that there are so many styles and voices in my head that I need to listen to more. I think every writer needs to be a reader, and I’ve always said that. I think that I need to spread my reading habits around more. Get out of the M/M from time to time and let my mind wander.
     Okay, now what…uhhh….
     Oh, the other day I needed to the grocery store but stopped off at Lowe’s first. I went early so I didn’t have to deal with any crowds. I did use, for the first time, one of those electric cart things. I’ve always refused them before, but it was just easier than trying to push a shopping cart on crutches.
     Anyway, by going early, I got to see a lot of the tradies getting supplies to start their day. I was surprised at the new perspective riding around in that cart gave me. If you haven’t guessed yet, it puts your eyesight right at crotch level! I might reconsider using that cart from now on. Yeah, I know, I’m a bit of a perv, but then most of you knew that already. Hey, I may be on a diet but that doesn’t mean I can’t look at the menu!

     I don’t know about anywhere else, but here, a lot of tradesmen wear those nylon shorts. I’m guessing because they are light weight and fairly cheap. The one thing I like about them is they really do cling to the body. Those things do show off a nice booty, let me tell you. Oh, and you can usually tell if they are wearing boxers or briefs. Yay, long live the boxers, even if they are butt ugly. It reminds me of that old country song: “Swingin’”. Yeah, things do tend to swing to and fro with boxers. I think I may need to go to Lowe’s first thing in the morning. I’m sure I need something there. Sadly, I didn’t have the same experience at the grocery store.
     Here in fabulous, sunny Flo-rid-ia, the weather has finally become more tolerable. What I mean is that it isn’t in the high 90’s with humidity close to the same digits. Ugh, that really is miserable. However, since I’m somewhat laid up, I can’t really be out doing what I’d really like to be doing. Yep, I so want to be outside and digging in the dirt. Hopefully, I’ll be free of the Frankenstein boot by next week and I can get my hands dirty. I’ve got so much I’d like to get done.
     The break in the weather also means that Halloween is just around the corner. I used to go all out for the holiday. Most gay men love this holiday. Hell, I think we got more excited about it over Christmas! I think that after my Jim died, I kind of lost interest. That was his favorite holiday, after all. He would go all out. One year we even made CNN! Anyway, I think I may be starting to get the itch again. Not sure why, but I’ve been thinking… always dangerous. I doubt that I’ll be able to do anything this year. I’m just not able to do much, but maybe… next year.
I do like body painting!

     It’s this time of year that seems to fly by for me. First Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and finally Christmas. That’s when my stomach starts to tighten up. I can’t help but think of those kids I’ve seen or met that were tossed out by their families like yesterday’s garbage. What is their Christmas going to be like? Are they going to have a safe place to spend the holidays? Will they be warm? I can’t help myself. After seeing the need first hand, I can’t get it out of my head.
     It isn’t just the kids either. I’ve seen the homeless veterans hovering around the VA Hospital in Atlanta, looking, begging for help. We as a country have truly failed these men and women. As individuals, we can always do something. Sometimes the simple act of kindness makes a big difference in their lives.
Irreverent Warriors do a lot of good!

     When I was researching for ‘Life After Living’, I was heartbroken at some of the stories I found. Some of these poor guys left their homes, their families, because they were afraid they might hurt them. Some were so messed up in the head that repeatedly tried to commit suicide, many succeeding. The stories are varied, but the outcome was pretty much the same. They need help and they need it now.
     Please, keep that in mind when you do your shopping this year. Keep those in mind that don’t have families to spend time with. There is always something we can all do. No matter how small, it can and does make a difference. Go get them Karma Coins!
     Okay, y’all, that’s all I got this week. Have a grrreat week.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Yep, I'm Southern and Proud

     So… I’m about to go on a little bit of rip-roaring tirade here… you’ve been warned. Fasten your seatbelts and put a hat on, it’s gonna be a full-on blow. The other morning, I woke up after a good nights’ sleep and was feeling pretty good. Yeah, well that didn’t last long. The morning went to shit fairly quickly. Why? There were actually a few things, but I’m going to focus on one in particular that really irked me.
     I may be white. I may be middle-aged and yes, I did grow up in the South and I prefer to live in the South. I love my biscuits and cornbread. I love my pinto beans, collards, and pork bar-b-que. That does not mean that I am uneducated, stupid or… wait for it… a RACIST! Yep, that is exactly what I said. Can you believe it? I live in the land of Dixie and I am NOT a racist.
     I will never understand why so many people in this country think that if someone is born in the South they are somehow stupid, degenerate or think it is sad. WTF? I once had someone ask me how I got out [of the South]? Huh? It’s not like it’s a maximum security prison. Yes, that is true. I’m from East Tennessee and damn proud of it. Yeah, I may speak with a bit of a twang, but that does not make me some degenerate who plays a banjo on the front porch!
     And then…
     I have seen several posts from people who are calling people out for being bigots or being racist and/or making slurs against people. Sorry, but in my opinion, that isn’t much better than actually being one. It is hateful and hurtful. My mamaw told me when I was little that ‘that you catch more flies with honey than you do vinegar’. She was so right. Took me a while to learn the art of that, but with practice, I got it.
     When did we become so divisive? How did we get to the point where we think it is okay to say things online that, more than likely, we’d never say to another person’s face? At what point in time did we decide to disregard anyone else’s opinion, whether we like it or not? What made us disrespect one another so venomously?
     I try to be a good person. I do not always manage that, but I do try. There are times I fail to mind my momma’s words, ‘If you can’t say anything nice, shut your mouth.” By no means am I perfect, and I don’t pretend to be. I do have my faults, just like everyone else. But let me tell you now, I have too much respect for myself to do the kind of shit that I’ve seen posted on social media lately. Yes, I said respect for ME. I have to look in the mirror each morning and I want to feel okay with ME. I have to answer to me first, no one else.
     Here’s what’s been my rule for years…
     As long as you don’t mess with my family, in whatever form that comes in, we’re good.
     As long as you don’t mess with my house or my stuff, we’re good.
     As long as you don’t mess with my money, we’re good.
     As long as you don’t steal from me, we’re good.
     As long as you don’t lie to me, we’re good.
     Now then, I have been lied to and have forgiven, but I don’t forget. I have been stolen from and have forgiven, but never forgotten. You go after my family and we’re not good and you won’t be good at all when all is said and done. And yes, I do consider my dogs to be a part of my family.
     Things I won’t do…
     I’ll never tell you how you should feel. They are your feelings and you own them, but do that. OWN that shit. That does not mean that you need to spread them out for the entire world to see. There are some things that people just don’t want or need to hear. Learn to use that filter.
     Opinions are like… belly buttons… yeah, that’s what I meant to say. They are yours and you are entitled to them. Don’t expect me to always agree with them and I might even try to change your mind, but I will always respect them. That goes for book reviews too.
     I will never tell anyone that they don’t matter. Every life matters. We each have a talent or a gift. We need to support and help each other find and develop those special skills.
     What to do…
     Personally, I think people have forgotten how to get along. The skill of minding one’s manners has all but disappeared. Mutual respect has flown out the window and people seem okay with this. I am not. I do not like rude people.
     I wish everyone would remember that we all have more in common than we may think. Take away the politics and yes, there are a lot of people on opposite sides of the aisle that can, and often do, get along. Yes, there are things that we can agree on, things that we share. Actually, there are a lot more things that can bring us together than separate us. BUT you have to be willing to listen. Not just hear what they are saying, but actually listen and try to relate. That common thread is there; you sometimes have to look for it, though.
     Now I know it’s not always easy, but who said that things in life were going to be easy? Sometimes it is easy. But honestly, we each need to put forth a little bit of effort. Try to put yourself in other’s shoes, if only for a minute. Try and see the world from their perspective. If we each would take the time, this world would be a much better place.
     Here’s an idea…
     I’d like to challenge all of you. Find a person you don’t think you have anything in common with and start a conversation. It doesn’t mean this person is going to become your new best friend, but you never know. Just talk to them for a few minutes. Find out something about them. Anything. Do they have hobbies? What might you have in common? Just communicate! That’s all I’m asking.
     This is the time where I’m going to ask something else of you. Do something nice for someone else. It won’t hurt, I promise. It might actually make you feel good. It never hurts to rack up some of those good Karma Coins. Bank them bad-boys. 
     Have a grrreat week, y’all.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

A Week in Review and a Challenge

     So… it’s been one of those weeks. Not even sure if I’ll get to post this on time or not, I guess that depends on Matthew.

     NOTE: Yay! The power here only blinked a few times so I was able to get it all done and posted!
     Hmm… a storm…
     For those of you who may not know, I’ve hunkered down to ride out hurricane Matthew. I spent days preparing, hobbling around, doing what I could. I think I did pretty well considering how slow I’ve been moving about. But I got most everything I wanted done, done. Have I mentioned how much I hate crutches? Go me!

     As I sit and write this, it is raining cats and dogs and the wind is gusting about. The real bad part of the storm won’t hit for a few more hours yet. I’m sure I will lose power at some point and have no clue as to how long it will be before I get it back. Why I’m not sure if I’ll get to post this on time or not… but I’ll get it up when I can.

     A week in review…
     Wow, I was so busy this past week. I was trying to catch up on things as well as prepare for the storm. For the past two weeks I’ve pretty much been out of commission because of this stupid foot. I’ve decided that crutches are evil. I’ve tried to play catch up as well as get ready for Matthew, so yeah, I’ve been busy.
     One of the things I managed to accomplish, which was number one on my to-do-list, was to go and visit and tour the Zebra Coalition in Orlando. They help, take care of and nurture young LGBT youth from the age of 13 through 24. I wanted to see their facility for myself and meet some of the people there running things. I was so impressed that I almost cried.
     The one thing that I’ve always looked for in non-profits is how they well they use services from other organizations. Well, they people have all those bases covered! For a first time meeting, I learned a lot. I look forward to being more involved with this group.

     Feelin’ good…
     I want to give a shout out to my fellow author, A. E. Via. She always surprises me. On her monthly blog she said that ‘Life After Living’ was one of her top five must reads for 2016. Yeah, that kind of blew me away coming from such an incredible author in her own right. Thank you, Ms. Via!
Link to see for yourself.

     What else…
     Unfortunately, I’ve been in a bit of a writing rut. After my graceful decent from a curb, I was a bit woozy from the pain meds. Then I couldn’t get physically comfortable to write. But even before that, I was struggling. I just wasn’t in the mood. I would have all kinds of new story ideas that I liked, but I just couldn’t bring myself to sit and write.
     I could always force myself to sit and write, but that never seems to work. It always comes out as forced. That was painfully obvious the last time I did that. I ended up trashing most of it and starting over when I got over the hump. Thing is, I don’t remember ever having such a long period of time where I didn’t want to write. Not sure what is up with that. I think I need to go back to doing ‘Flash Fiction’ exercises. Who knows, that might jar something lose up in my head. Um… that might not be a good such a good thing… I have enough rattling around up there as it is.

     Moving right along…
     Wow, I was looking for some inspiration for something fun, or funny to blog about this week and I came up with nothing. It all seems to be bad news. That makes me very sad.
     Pfft… I’ll make my own humour…
     I was just wondering after reading one little thing that happened on some TV show. A straight male, macho film star, kissed the show’s host. It’s been done before, right? Was it that big a deal? I’m not sure. I’m curious now. How many heterosexual men would actually kiss another man?

     Anyone feel like testing this out? If you know or have straight friends or work colleges why not ask them?
     1. Would you kiss another man?
     2. Would you do it if it would help anti-homophobicism? (Is there such a word?)
     3. Would it be just a quick peck on the lips?
     4. Would you be open to a full-make out type kiss that lasts say, 30 seconds?
     Makes me wonder if this has ever been tested out before? Does anyone know? I’ll be interested to see if anyone actually does this. LOL
     Anyway, I think that’s about all I have for this week. Remember to and collect some of those golden Karma Coins. Do something nice for someone else and please, let me know about it, no matter how big or small. I want to hear some good things for a change.
     Have a grrreat week, y’all.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

DRUGS - Bears and Stuff

     So…a week has passed. I had a bit of set back with the broken & sprained foot this week. So I’m still on drugs. Yep, happy pills. They do tend to make me a bit spacey. Okay, more spacey than normal. Bear with me. If I make typos or don’t make sense, that’s why.
     The one thing that I’ve been able to do is just kind of mindlessly surf the net and catch up on some things. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to do this, and I do enjoy letting my mind just wonder over various things. My friend David sent me this link…

     Now the title 6 Things the Larger Gay Community Can Learn from Bears, of course that got my attention. I’ve been a member of the bear community from its early inception back in the early 90’s. I am not the typical bear type physically, but I do love a hairy guy. You know the ol’ sayin’? If you wanna catch fish you gotta go where the fish are. So… that’s exactly what I did!

     Now the author, Zachary Zane, may have stepped in it, but for the most part he got a lot of it right. Where he messed up were the photos that he/they chose. Yeah, that didn’t go over too well. Personally, I think that three of the photos were okay, but the lead photo was what I think got the guy in trouble.
     Can you guess why?...
     If you went and looked, you might have a pretty good idea… or not. I guess that depends on how much you know about the Bear Community. The first photo: Yeah, the guy is furry. Yeah, the guy is hot. And yeah, there are a few bears who look like that, but that would probably be less than one percent. ‘Muscle head’, ‘Gym Bunny’, comes to mind. Sadly, that doesn’t really fit the overall culture of Bears.

     There were a not of negative comments left, which you can see for yourself. I feel sorry for Zach, because the message was a good one and I think it got lost because of the photos. I highly recommend the read. There are some parts that I don’t agree with, but for the most part, it was spot on.
     I touched on it a bit on my monthly Blog Post for Love Bytes. There were other things in there too that you might find funny.

     What else… Damn, I had something and then lost it. I really am a space cadet today… (Two hours and several cups of coffee later)
     Finally! I remembered, I think… or not… it might be something completely different. I’m feeling sooo blonde at the moment… Anyway…
     I know that I’ve said on here before that this whole gay marriage thing would be a double edged sword, and sure enough, I now have proof of just that.
     Unfortunately, there is a dispute about the money raised for the victims and their survivors from the Pulse shooting. Florida does not recognize common law marriage and hasn’t since 1968. What does that mean? It means that the partners of those who lost their lives in the largest mass shooting in this country’s history, probably won’t see a dime of that money.

     Now, had gay marriage not been passed, they would have a better chance of getting at least some of the financial help from the money raised. That was over twenty million dollars, by the way. Now, if this had happened before they had the ability to marry, they could have argued that they didn’t have any choice other than to cohabitate together without that little piece of paper. But, once the law changed and they did have that choice and didn’t take it… they’re pretty much shit out of luck.
     Basically if they chose not to make their partnership legal by way of marriage, they get squat. Yep, there’s the back side of that sword I was talking about. I knew it was coming. The GLBT community wanted equality and they got it. There is one case that is fighting it, but I have no doubt it will be in vain. Sadly, this couple had been together for over seven years, but that doesn’t mean a thing in the eyes of the law, just like it wouldn’t if they were a straight heterosexual couple.
     I still think Gay Divorce Court would be a big hit on TV. I can just see two old queens fighting it out over china and a cute little dog.
     Um… now what?

     It’s the first of the month so I guess I need to go and see what is on the wish lists of the charities I try and support. I think I will focus on the Zebra Coalition close by this month. They don’t have much on there, but they cost a little more than the little things I normally do for Lost-n-Found. I’ll have to see.
     Don’t forget about the Smile program on Amazon! When you do your holiday shopping, you can help a worthy cause and it not cost you a thing! Grab up some of those good Karma Coins!
     Have a grrreat week, y’all.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Don't Call Me Grace!

     So… with full disclosure, I’m a wee bit high on drugs, so the chances of this making sense, is probably slim to none.
     Friday, late afternoon I went to pick up a few things and stepped off a curb wrong. I blame the trifocals and bad balance for this. Yes, I was sober! Anywho, I fell, twisted my ankle and then landed on my foot. I got moves I tell ya. I don’t think it was my most graceful moment but then my name has never been Grace either. I’ve always been a bit of a klutz.

     Basically I managed to break a bone in my foot AND sprain it all at the same time. Now that’s talent I tell ya, talent. Even the doctor said so. It’s nice that others can recognize it too.
     At any rate, I’m on the mend, doing drugs and basically doing what I normally do… it just is taking me longer. A LOT longer. Yeah, crutches aren’t fun. Poor dogs don’t know what to think of them. Poor Willie hates them. Charles just kind of looks at me like ‘Yeah, you’re nuts.’
     The first challenge was how to fill the pup’s water bowl. It’s a BIG bowl, so carrying it with crutches wasn’t happening. But… I got it all figured out. Pulled an extra office chair out of the office and used it to scoot around without having to use the crutches. Ha! All sorted. Okay, I admit, I did spill a little bit, but for the most part I got along pretty well. All in all, I’m making it.
     What else…

     YAY! My Tennessee Volunteers finally beat Florida! I know that won’t mean much to many of you, but WHOOT! WHOOT! After eleven years! I was ecstatic. Unfortunately, I slept through the first quarter, due to the great drugs, but that is probably a good thing. They were not doing so well at that point, but after half-time, they kicked ass. I think I may actually go and read My Hero. Funny, I’ve never sat down and read any of my own books. But that one scene in there makes me want to relive the moment. Are there any authors out there who have gone back and read one of their own books? Hmmm, I wonder.
Just butt ugly if you ask me
     Alright, as a gay man, I gotta say those were the ugliest damn uniforms I’ve ever seen. They really do need a fashion designer. Dead grey. It reminded me a school of dead fish floating on top of a lake. At one point, I thought I actually smelt day old dead fish that had been lying in the sun. Yeah, they really aren’t pretty. However, they did get the job done! Go Vols!
     To know me…
     I put myself on a strict diet when I came back from OZ. I really needed to get rid of the poundage I plastered onto my ass. There was no way I was going to go and buy pants another size up. I think I was as big as I’ve ever been in my life. I was doing really well too. I’m not sure how much I’d lost, but I was doing really well. ‘Was’ being the key word there.
     Anyone who really knows me knows that there are a few things that will really make me the ultimate grumpy bear.
          1. Lack of sleep. Yeah, I don’t do well at all with no sleep.
          2. Lack of coffee in the morning. I need at least two mugs to feel human.
          3. Pain. I’m almost always in pain from my feet, which I’ve learned to deal with, but a constant hard pain; I’m not a fan.
     Saturday morning, I was a total grump. Out right bitch was more like it. I’d not slept at all because of the pain in my foot. I wasn’t able to really make coffee because I couldn’t walk or stand and I was hurting like a bitch. I was so foul I didn’t even like being with myself.
     Where was I going with this again? Hell, I need more coffee… back in a bit…
     Right, got coffee. I think I was going to say that I fell off my diet in a big way. After I got back from the doctors, and finally had something for the pain, I ordered Chinese food. Yeah, not good for the diet. I totally pigged out. I took one of the pain pills I’d gotten, ate and then fell into the bed for several house. Why I missed the first quarter of the game. BUT it was sooo good! Damn, but I do love steamed dumplings. Let’s face it: I love food! Surprised?
     Splish- Splash…
     I just thought of something… If I can’t put any weight on this foot for three weeks, that means I’m going to have to take baths. I hate baths. I’ve never liked them. For some reason I feel as if I’m sitting in dirty water. I don’t understand why anyone would want to sit and soak in one either. I get so bored. I don’t find them comfortable at all. My sister only takes baths. I don’t get it, but whatever floats your boat I guess. But… I guess I’m going to have to deal with it because I really can’t put any weight on this foot at all. If I had a cute houseboy to help me, that might change my opinion, but even then I’m not so sure.
I might not be so bored if he were in there.  LOL

     On the book front…
     I’ll have some exciting news for y’all coming in the very near future. Yay! I can’t believe it, but I’m so excited. I can’t wait to tell everyone. Can you tell I’m excited?
     It isn’t uncommon for me to be working on several manuscripts at the same time. If I get stuck on one, I go to another one until it sorts itself out. Currently, I’ve got four going all at the same time. One is time sensitive, so it really shits me when it stalls. Grrr… but I know it will come when it comes. There are some things you just can’t push. But I really wish these guys would get busy and let me get on with it.
     What now?...
     Well it’s time to wrap this up. I’d like to remind everyone about the Smile program at Amazon before you start your holiday shopping. Pick a charity that best suits you. It doesn’t cost you a thing and it will give something to a good cause. Since I’ve moved to Florida, I’ve chosen The Zebra Coalition. They are a very small organization that helps LGBT youth. They also have a wish list on Amazon. So go and get some of those good Karma Coins!
     Have a grrreat week, y’all,

Monday, September 19, 2016


     Okay, I’m going to warn you now… this is a rant. RANT I say, RANT!
     Once again, I saw a post about male vs. female writers in the M/M genre. This time it really made my blood boil. There was one particular comment that really got to me, but I’ll get to that a bit later.
     How many times do we have to go through this? It never seems to end, and what I’ve noticed is that there always seems to be the same authors always commenting on it. Really? Yes, really. Over and over and over again. It just makes my eyes cross and steam come out of my ears. I feel like Madeline Kahn from Clue, flames…

     I must be one for self-torture, because every time I mention the whole male vs. female writers, I get my ass handed to me. I don’t know how many times I’ve said that there are plenty of good female authors who write M/M. There are just as many bad male authors as there are females I’ve found, so I don’t quite understand why there are some who just have to keep this shit up, because that is what it is… shit.
     But then there are some authors who just keep at it, over and over again.
     Here is how I see these authors who are always harping on this.
          1.) You’re an attention whore and need to be in the spotlight. Poor, poor me.
          2.) You’re very insecure in your own work and need constant confirmation and reconfirmation that you’re doing a good job.
          3.) You’re a shit stirrer, plain and simple.
     IF you are passionate about your writing and you enjoy it, then keep at it. If you have readers who enjoy your work then that is confirmation that you’re doing a good job. This goes for any author, male, female, gay, straight, bi or purple polka-dotted! If you’re doing it for the money, then good luck to you and have fun while doing it. Go on with your bad self.
     I used to do a lot more social media than I do now. What changed? I got so tired of being attacked and demonized by other writers and their minions. It got to the point where I had to hire an attorney. Oh, that was right after I was almost arrested for sexual assault, which never happened. A rumor started by… guess who? Yep, a female author. So yes, I’ve backed way off out of self-preservation. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been raked over the coals by female authors.
     Let me say once again: I have never said that female authors can’t write gay characters. What I have said is that there are plenty of good writers out there, male and female and there are equally as many bad ones. Period. If you’re going to write gay characters, it would be nice if you actually did the research and got it right if you want ME to read it that is.
     Now then, onto what really pissed me off…
     “Until women writers burst onto the scene a few years ago gay romance was very few and far between to find.”
     WTF? Really? Want to tell that to some very well-known authors?
     How about E.M. Forster? He wrote Maurice. Oh, by the way, that was published in 1913! Was it classified as romance? No, but then it was aimed at a general audience.
     How about Felice Picano? Damn, what a fine writer.
     Gordon Merrick: The Lord Won’t Mind Oh, a best seller on the New York Times list for weeks on end!
     Armistead Maupin, who happens to be one of my all-time favorites.
     Anne Rice, under several non de plumes. Oh look a female author!
     Are we to forget Oscar Wilde? I certainly hope not!
     Okay, granted there wasn’t the plethora of titles available, but it doesn’t mean they weren’t there and available. It’s just that most people had to purposefully look for them, and most of them weren’t classified as romance. So yes, there were gay books that had men as main characters and often times there were relationships between them and yes, there was romance.
     NOTE: Most men, straight, gay, bi or in between, will not go looking in the romance aisle. It’s a guy thing I guess. But it doesn’t mean they aren’t reading!
     Hell, the last book I published I wouldn’t classify as a romance. There was no romance the hint of romance or even SEX, until the last ninety-percent of the book! It was about how two gay men dealt with loss and PTSD. How they supported each other on a daily basis.
     I think I’m luckier than most because I do have a good gay male following, which is not the case for most authors I’ve found out recently. It isn’t like I haven’t worked for them either. I’ve busted my ass to get other gay men to read my work. Trust me, it isn’t an easy task.
     So, when I see a female author whining about the whole female vs. male authors, I normally roll my eyes and move on and don’t get involved. However, this time I took exception with the comment that there weren’t gay male books available and it was female authors who made the whole genre what it is today. WRONG!
     Okay, this is really going to get me into trouble…
     Girl, put on your big girl panties and get over it. Write what YOU want to write. If you have sales; fantastic. If you have a best seller; even better. If it bombs, then you need to listen to the READERS and figure out why.
     If you write a chick with dick book, you can count on me not reading it. If you write a MPREG book, I’m not going to pick it up. Oh, and by the way, I don’t JUST read M/M either. I don’t care if the characters are NOT gay. It is nice to find a good M/M book, but I’m not going to just read any ol’ thing either.
     YOU do not have permission to tell my how to feel. That street goes both ways. If you feel persecuted, then that is on you. That doesn’t mean I have to listen to it either. I don’t really care what is between your legs. You either have skills or you don’t. Full stop. (Damn, those Aussie’s rubbed off on me.)
     The one thing I’ve learned since I started this gig was you need to have a very thick skin. If you let the haters get to you, then you need to bail out now. If you get a bad review, you need to look at it for what it is and take away from it what you need to make yourself better. Water. Duck. Back. Move on.
     I have never said it before, but I am going to now…
     IF I see a post from anywhere, where an author is belly aching over the whole female vs. male author thing, I’m going to unfriend, unfollow or whatever the case maybe. I’ve been doing it quietly but now I’m putting it out there. If you bash another author, the same thing. I’m not going to listen to such crap.
     Let me wrap this up…
     To all authors out there; write what you want. Read what you want. Do what you want. Just do not expect to receive respect when you cry about how unfair things are. No one ever said life was easy or fair. And you want to be treated equal, no matter your gender, then stop with all the boohooing and get on with making your craft the best it can be. Do not let anyone tell you that you can’t because of your gender. That especially goes for yourself!
     You wanna run with the big dogs? Then you damn well better grow up and start running. You’ll never be able to stay with the pack if you’re sitting in a puddle of your own tears.
     Just another side note: I have recently told several female authors how much I enjoyed their work!

     Taking escalator down from soapbox.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Home Sweet Home

     So… where to begin? So much has gone on in the last few weeks, it seems to be all a blur, or I’m still recovering from the flight from Australia. I have a feeling that this may be a bit of a mish-mash of ramblings…

I really need a houseboy!

     I arrived back from AU to no internet. Yeah, well I wasn’t happy. I’ve had so much trouble with Century Link that I basically told them to shove it and went with another provider. Took a few days, but I’m back online and connected to the world. To be honest, I didn’t miss it all that much. What I did miss was not having my music. Yeah, that’s pretty sad.
     Then, I went to pick up my dogs from my friend James. Yeah, that was a challenge. I picked the day to go up just as hurricane Hermine zeroed in on the Gulf Coast of Florida. Yep, I drove right through it on the way home. I swear it was like someone was pouring piss out of a boot the rain was so heavy. Took me twice as long to get home as I was anticipating, but I got there. Oh, did I mention that my alternator went out on my car just as I got back on the road coming home? Had that not happened, I might have missed the worst of it.
     At home, all safe and sound, and then the remnants of the storm stirred up more storms, including a tornado. We lost a cell phone tower that night. So, I had no internet, no TV and no phone. Talk about total isolation. No worries, I have books!
     Now speaking of books…

     While I was sick in Australian, I read. I read a lot. I read a whole lot! Over the past month I estimate I read over thirty books. I read three books on the flight home alone. I’ve been home just a little over two weeks and I’ve read… oh… ten books. I’m a fast reader, what can I say? What’s wrong with that? I tend to pick up a book, good or bad, and I have to finish it. I have to read all of it. Rarely have I ever NOT finish a book. It is really bad when I have a good book and I can’t put it down. What happens? I end up staying up all night reading and then I’m hung over the next day from lack of sleep. Yeah, that’s not pretty, trust me.
     These last few days I’ve really been able to get a lot of writing done. That’s a real good thing since I am way behind for where I wanted to be. Oh well, it is what it is. At least I’m back at it, getting into my usual routine.
     What else…
      Oh, while I was cut off from the rest of the world, I cleaned house. I mean I really cleaned. One of those deep spring like cleanings. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate to dust? If not… I really hate to dust. I would rather clean ten bathrooms rather than dust.

I really, really, really need a houseboy!

     The poor dogs didn’t know what was going on. The vacuum going, then the floor cleaner, had them running for their poor little lives. Furniture being moved around just about pushed them over the edge. Yeah, it was a serious cleaning. For the most part they hide under the dining room table, until I got to that point. Then they went to the bedroom. They stayed there until I got to the bedroom. Poor things. I was like I was chasing them through the house, cleaning.

     I’d really like to get one of those automatic floor vacuum thingys. You know what I’m talking about, the ones that unplug themselves and run on their own. Yeah, in Florida there is always sand and then the grass and stuff the dogs drag in, and of course, the dog hair, which is always an issue. If you have animals, it is just part of life. It would be really nice I think to not have to drag out the floor sucker a couple of times each week. It doesn’t help to have white tile floors either. Ugh… I hate white floors. Why anyone would put down a white floor is beyond me!

     Before you do…
     Hey, I know that the holiday season is coming up real soon. Have you signed up for Amazon’s Smile program? It is the program where you can get Amazon to donate to your favorite charity every time you order something. It really is a nice and easy way to give something back without digging into your own pocket. It is really easy to do. I still have Lost-n-Found of Atlanta as my primary charity. On top of my getting a little something on their wish list each month, each time I purchase something from Amazon, they get a little something else from me.
     So, before you start the bulk of your Christmas shopping, please consider signing up for this sweet deal. There are quite a few deserving charities listed, so it isn’t like anyone can’t find at least one to pick. What an easy way to get those Karma Coins rolling in, don’tcha’ think? I’ll even put a link up so you can find it easier.
Smile Charities by Amazon
     I guess that’s about all I have for this week. Be kind to one another and have a grrreat week, y’all.