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You could call this my "professional" blog - where I write about being a journalist, struggling to become a novelist, and at times the issues of being a gay author writing (sometimes) gay-themed fiction. I can't promise I'll always sta
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0066. Blues.
Remi drummed his nails on the Jenny’s dashboard, staring out blankly at the eternal night of space. Three more days until Saturn, he thought. Three more days until they found out what Sujit wanted of them. At his side Akhilesh sat ramrod-str...
0061. Drive.
What is it? It’s a man. Alive? Impossible. He’s breathing… Who is he? It only says “seven”. “Seven”? “Seven”… It’s time to wake up, Number Seven. It’s said that the four stages of dealing with death are shock, denial, ange...
0053. Lunch.
Rule #3: Make Friends at Your Local Hospital “Like I said before, biting into a human’s neck is messy, difficult, and disgusting. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t have any mind-numbing powers of seduction to make bevies of bea...
0042. Parallel.
Remi jacked the Jenny out of neutral and angled her out of her slot in the steady stream of aerial traffic. Below a single docking area beckoned, the first open spot he’d seen after driving along miles and miles of parked aircraft. As it was ...
0038. Magic.
“Akhi?” With a sigh, the BioGen glanced up from his schematics. “What is it this time, Connor?” “I’ve been reading–” “That alone is cause for concern.” “Very funny, dickhead.” ...
Enchanted.
Hi. Those of you who’ve known me for a while know that sometimes I just disappear off the internet. I don’t update my websites, I don’t answer IMs (or even see them half the time) and don’t answer e-mails unless they’re...
0030. Birth.
It first knew only warmth, yet knew not the word to describe it. Wet weightlessness, such that when cold air assaulted it and gravity pulled it down, its legs buckled beneath it, never before used. It felt pain for the first time, then the strange ...
0029. Post-coital.
Akhilesh waited until Sujit slept to slide from beneath the hot, heavy weight of the man’s arm. Sujit barely stirred; he’d worn himself out and passed out almost as soon as he was done with Akhilesh’s unresponsive body. Sweat chille...
0022. Princess.
“That’s a skirt.” Akhilesh met Remi’s horrified stare with bland nonchalance. “Your powers of observation remain quite astute, Connor.” “Asshole. I’m not wearing that.” He eyed the silky green ...
0004. Leverage.
“Remi?” “Yes?” “Did you know that I had more than my arm reconstructed after Cambodia? It’s amazing what synthetic technologies can do. Feels just like real flesh.” “So that’s not a real–&...
Kweh ji na–you know, I don’t know how to spell in Korean.
This is not a place where I normally discuss personal things, but…I hate days when I miss people who are truly best left out of my life, both for my own good and theirs. On the plus side, the angst of that plus watching Drew Barrymore chick fli...
“Too pale, not handsome enough, and one big, snarly jerk.”
One of my LiveJournal friends edits for several small publishers, mostly in the het and m/m romance novel genres. (And by “small” we mean “she gets paid in books and/or pennies for royalties, and they will accept almost anything ju...
My friend Anji always says “Bunny Bunny” on the first of the month. I’m not quite sure why.
Start of month 5 of waiting for Baen (Baen’s? I’m never quite sure, seen it both ways) to get back to me on EoE. I should stop counting before I start fretting myself bald. I’ll hear back some time between September and December. ...
Aye aye, Cap’n Tightpants.
Yes, more Firefly references. Blame a friend who keeps getting it stuck in my head. A while ago I took down the sample excerpts from various stories in progress. I read through them, and they were godawful (mostly old stuff, and unedited sections f...
Wiki wiki wiki.
[Please pardon any typos; I’m writing this on the Eee PC over breakfast at Chacho’s, and this keyboard is smaller than the span of one hand.] First, for those of you who wandered over here from DR: http://www.darksiderainbow.net/just-a-li...
…so that’s why it’s called an “eee”. Only not really.
The Eee PC is turning out to be more useful than I thought. It took a few tries to get a stripped-down, functioning Windows XP ISO small enough to run cleanly with the limited space and RAM that the 2GB Eee comes with, plus a 4GB SD card for extra sp...
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get your game on…crap, now it’s stuck in my head.
From a phone conversation this morning: “If I ever get published, I’m going to have a serious problem with the self-promotion aspect, although I won’t have a choice because publishing houses generally only leave a small amount in th...
Keep that funk alive.
Month three of waiting for Baen to tell me yes or no on EoE. I’m going to go grey with anxiety, I swear. New Writing Job is going well, at least. Quite well. There were a few rocky points last week, but things look to be smoothing out. Speaki...
Temporospatial claudications.
First: If you’ve never read any of Diane Duane’s Young Wizards series, pick up So You Want to be a Wizard? and read it. Now. When I was an overly imaginative preteen, I used to read the first two of eight books in the series almost obs...
“Silent Hill” is one of the most annoying songs on DDR Max2, you know that?
So that agent who’s had a partial of DL for several months now? Finally got back to me. As usual I’m not naming names for the sake of professionalism and discretion, but this was what he said, plain and simple: “Thanks for sending...
Did I miss the new year?
Oh, wow, did I forget this place? I’ve been so busy writing for About.com, 451 Press, and Demand Studios while getting caught up on the magazine and drawing up outlines for things I need to write for Suite101 that I kind of forgot about my lit...
That thing you do.
You know, I’ve noticed an interesting number of people starting to drift over here from Darkside Rainbow. Not just Amy, but a few other regulars whose IP addresses have become familiar on various site stats. It kind of amuses me, as I think t...
Dup-dweee-duh-duh-duh-dweeee-dow.
…don’t ask about the subject line. The Tick just happens to be coming on TV as I’m writing this, and I have a habit of titling my entries after a line from whatever music, movie, or show I’m listening to at the time. Have yo...
Demo…
One thing I will never understand is the palpable smugness that some exhibit regarding their writing abilities. How can one be smug about a talent so fickle and inconstant? Still prodding away at chapter two of Descending Light, by the way. I hope ...
…just floating.
I’ve been doing some rethinking on Singe’s world, and restructuring; the way it’s set up right now, every time I try to work with it I get caught in this lofty, brain-shrouding miasma that I always associate with high fantasy. I ca...
Mehhhhhh.
Two more queries sent out, with versions of the new letter revised specifically to suit each agent’s guidelines while still containing (I hope) the pertinent information. I already heard back from one with a request for sample pages, but after...
In which I mimick a telegram, very poorly.
Think I’ve found my happy medium. Stop. Will be re-reviewing it after a night’s distance. Stop. Will stop spamming my blog now. Stop. Have the most horrific bloody effin’ headache. Please, for the love of gods, stop....
Argh: Take two.
I have…such a headache. I’m really torn. I just wrote this new query letter that comes off as fun, engaging, personable…I’ve gotten several people to review it and they’re all “Wow, this is way above your first qu...
Argh.
Yes, that’s it, just “argh”. I think it adequately sums up my mood. Rejection letter #3, saying the same thing as the first two in such similar wording that it’s starting to read like a form letter. It’s just reinforci...
Hello, Moto.
Ignore the subject line. I just heard that on my voicemail tone on my cell, and now it (and the funky little techno beat paired with it) are stuck in my head. You don’t want to be in my headspace right now. Trust me on this. So I got another...
