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WIPpet Wednesday: Tech Support

Happy Wednesday! After 2 weeks off between my son’s school play and a wretched cold, I’m back. In case I didn’t mention it 300 times, my older kid was in Grease: School Version (G-rated). He played “neighborhood boy.” What he didn’t mention was that he got to be a hula-hooper in the finale. It was a great show, and all the kids were fantastic.

I wasn’t so great with my ROW80 goals, and I’m having a hard time getting back to them. I’m going to put in a bit more effort this week.

Read 30 minutes/day—Yep
Write 1 hour/day—Finally!!!
Write 1 blog post/week that isn’t ROW80 or WIPpet—Not exactly.
Write 1 flash fiction/month—Um, no. I didn’t do one last month, either. Ugh.
Walk on the treadmill 5 days/week—No. More snow. Seriously, Elsa is fired.

On to my WIPpet. I already introduced you to Trevor and Andre in the the first snippet, then posted about Trevor moving in with his three roommates. Andre’s getting some changes too, but not before he endures an annoying day at the office.

WIPmath: 3 + 4 = 7 paragraphs.

Andre Cole gripped the phone tightly, barely restraining himself from shouting at the person on the other end of the line. I hate this job, he thought. Out loud, he said, “Have you tried uninstalling the program and reinstalling it?”

The customer gave him an earful, explaining why she couldn’t possibly do that. Andre sighed. It was going to be a long day. By the time he hung up with the clueless woman, he was already drained and in need of a break. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman at the next desk, Jagathi, smirking.

“Do not even start with me,” Andre told her.

“I did not say a word.”

“I hate this job,” Andre muttered.

“That is the fifth time you said it since you arrived today. What has you all in knots?” Jagathi asked.

“Oh, maybe the fact that I sort of imagined I’d have moved on from fixing the first-world problems of luddites by now. Or possibly the fact that every single conversation I’ve had today could have been prevented by simply reading the damn instructions.” Andre huffed.

I’ll try to visit as many WIPpets as I can this week, but no guarantees I’ll hit them all. I have a fairly tight schedule and a copyediting job I’m excited to finish up. The sooner I’m done, the sooner the author gets it out to the public, and trust me, that’s a good thing. 🙂

If you enjoyed that, you should see what my fellow writers have in store for you. Take a look at the other entries and add your own here. Thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting us. Happy writing!

WIPpet Wednesday: Moving In

Fiction, New Love, Writing

Why, hello there, Wednesday. You sure crept up on me.

It’s been a busy week. I’m posting today, but I’ll probably skip next week because of my son’s school musical. I’m on the hair and makeup committee, charged with re-creating 1950s boys’ hairstyles for the cast (They’re doing Grease: The School Version). My own kid has stick-straight, fine hair, so there’s pretty much no possible way we’re achieving John Travolta’s ‘do for this thing. I have industrial strength hair gel, though, so there’s that.

Down to business. My ROW80 Goal Updates:

Read 30 minutes/day—yup, easily
Write 1 hour/day—Yes, even finished another short story.
Write 1 blog post/week that isn’t ROW80 or WIPpet—yup, though it was a guest post this week.
Write 1 flash fiction/month—Not yet, but I do have a prompt, so I’ll get on it.
Walk on the treadmill 5 days/week—Not exactly. So. much. snow. I shoveled again.

WIPpet

Last week, I gave you a teaser with this novel’s pair, Andre and Trevor, from the prologue. This week, you get a bit of chapter 1. They haven’t met yet, but you’ll see two of Trevor’s three roommates here. For a bit of context, they are all Boston-based musicians. Trevor has a church job, Nate’s an opera singer, and Jamie and Mack (who you’ll meet in a future snippet) are in a band my husband named (and I’m not sharing yet). Only Trevor is doing his job full-time.

WIPmath: 11 – 2 = 9 for 9 lines of mostly dialog.

“Trevor! Trev, get your ass down here and help me haul this thing up,” Nate hollered up the stairs.

“Yeah, haven’t got all day!” Jamie added from his perch on the waiting couch.

Trevor thundered down the stairs. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

“That’s what he said,” Nate and Jamie chorused.

Trevor scrunched his nose at them. “Nice, guys.”

A neighbor stuck her graying head out of her door and snapped, “Keep it down.”

Once she disappeared back inside, Jamie snickered. Nate rolled his eyes. “Does she expect us to be silent while moving furniture into the apartment?”

“Probably. Guess it’s a good thing we’re not right above her,” Trevor said.

He took hold of one end of the beat-up couch, Nate took the other, and they ported it up the stairs.

Like what you read? You can find other WIPpets and add your own here. Post your snippet, connect it to the date, and join the fun! Thanks to K. L. Schwengel for creating this space for us. Happy writing!

Guest Post: Author Adrian J. Smith

Books, Guest Post

Woo hoo! I’m ridiculously excited to feature my good friend and colleague, author Adrian J. Smith, with her thoughts on our publisher’s anthology Love Is a Mess. Adrian writes fantastic stories ranging from urban fantasy to crime drama, featuring lesbian and bisexual women living adventuresome lives. I could fangirl all over the place, but I’d rather take up your time by giving you her words on her story Quarter Life: Energy Feed.

Quarter Life: Energy Feed is an introduction to a greater series I have been working on for a few years. The first installment comes out in October, and I can’t tell you how excited I am. Energy Feed is a very good introduction to the main character Faye. She’s determined to get what she wants and will go to almost any extent for information, blood, anything she sees she needs.

Energy Feed is a story of mystery and manipulation. There’s not a lot of love involved at all, and like a lot of Valentine’s Days, love isn’t important. Love in the sense of this story is sex. None of the parties interested go into the relationships shared with an indication that they want love. They want a bit of fun on a Valentine’s Day, and Faye wants to get information and a feeding.

When the prompt of Love is a Mess was given to me, I knew this story would fit. Partially because Faye is bound to make a mess of anything she gets involved in, but especially where it concerns love. She completely understands love in the sense of lust, and she’s willing to use that to her advantage whenever possible.

Valentine’s Day is a day when people step out of their shell, when they do something uncomfortable for the possibility of something nice. That’s exactly what Faye is doing. This story among many other in the anthology is a story of sticking through the bad for a glimpse of the good. Love and hurt go hand in hand together. We are most easily hurt by the ones we love; Valentine’s Day is the epitome of that.

Faye experiences both pain and pleasure in this short story of hers. It’s almost to the extreme, but she’s a pretty extreme person in general. She takes risks that others would not ever be willing to take, and she tries new things no one would ever think of trying. So when you read this story, feel free to expect the unexpected and to believe in the unbelievable.

You can find Adrian around the web:

@AdrianAJSmith
www.facebook.com/adrianjsmithbooks
adrianjsmith.wordpress.com
www.goodreads.com/adrianjsmith

Love is a Mess: a Supposed Crimes anthology

Edited by C. E. Case

Stories by A. M. Leibowitz, Adrian J. Smith, Amber Kinsey, Eva Lefoy, Geonn Cannon, L. M. Perrin, Michael DuPuy and Rachael Orman.

Lesbian, Bisexual and Gay anthology, Valentine’s Day theme, romance, contemporary

Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
Release Date: January 3, 2015 (ebook only)
Length: Anthology / 35,000 words / 119 pages

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Love is a Mess: A Supposed Crimes Anthology contains eight stories from eight authors on the topic of misfortune at Valentine’s Day. The topics range from the fun of the moment to the power of the eternal. Lesbian, gay, and bisexual characters star in their own love and lust stories—erotic, playful, and thoughtful.

Viral Valentine by L. M. Perrin

When a Valentine’s Day prank goes badly, Paige’s guilt won’t let her watch the victim walk away without a proper apology.

Date Blind by Geonn Cannon

A woman discovers the worst possible blind date scenario when her date turns out to be someone who bullied her in high school.

The Politician and the Pilot by Amber Kinsey

A politician and a pilot make a steamy connection on Valentine’s Day.

Bar Tryst by Rachael Orman

After her roommate blackmailed her into going to an Anti-Valentine’s day party, Vanessa decided to make the best of it especially when the bartender shared that she was looking to have a good time too.

Quarter Life: Energy Feed by Adrian J. Smith

With strange creatures in her path, Faye is determined to get the information she wants no matter the cost.

Property of Cupid by Eva Lefoy

Will an ancient Greek god give up half his powers to love a mere human? Or will Cupid loose his golden arrow, letting Jeremy fall in love with another man?

Private Dance by A. M. Leibowitz

With Alex’s sexy boyfriend, Phin, gone for three weeks, there’s only one option: let his best friend’s kids lead him on a treasure hunt through town to find his Valentine’s gift waiting for him to unwrap.

The Last Mitzvah by Michael DuPuy

One man seeks salvation over love, death, and ice cream.

WIPpet Wednesday: Unveiling a new project

Fiction, New Love, Writing

Welcome, Wednesday! I’m really excited about a whole bunch of things this week. First of all, on the family/personal front, spouse, kids and I had a great time playing a new creative game on Monday (snow day!). We tried out something called Ninja Panda Taco, and you can check the link for more info. It’s a storytelling role-play game where you create pretty much all the elements. I highly recommend it.

Second, even though my kiddo didn’t make it into All-County jazz band this year, he had the highest score of any sixth grader. We’re so proud of him! On Sunday, he and I played in church, and one of the moms of his friend from Confirmation Class, who also happens to play saxophone, complimented him on his excellent tone.

Before I get to my professional exciting stuff, here are my ROW80 Goal Updates:

Read 30 minutes/day—yup, easily
Write 1 hour/day—Yes, including what I was supposed to be working on—more on that later.
Write 1 blog post/week that isn’t ROW80 or WIPpet—yup.
Write 1 flash fiction/month—it’s only a few days into the month, so not yet.
Walk on the treadmill 5 days/week—no, but I shoveled a LOT of snow instead With my fibro, I have to pick one or the other, so I don’t feel too bad about that.

On to this week’s WIPpet.

Guess what guess what guess what??? [bounces on toes] I have a new project! Actually, I have almost 40k of a new project. Woo hoo! This is part of what will eventually be a series which I have officially titled Notes from Boston. The current novel is Anthem. I finally have titles I like that won’t be changing unless something weird happens.

For a bit of background, anyone who knows me is keenly aware of how much I dislike many Christian praise & worship songs. Specifically, I don’t like anything that sounds like I’m singing a romantic song to Jesus as my boyfriend. There was a big brouhaha a few years back over a song that sounds like it’s about sex but is really, truly about Jesus. I could not make this up. Anyway, back in college, I knew a few worship leaders who used to take popular love songs and turn them Christian by changing a few words. I wanted to experiment with doing exactly the opposite. So the running thread of the story is a rising Christian pop artist who writes a very conflicted song about sex, only to have it mistaken for his latest praise anthem. As it gains popularity, the rest of his life starts falling apart and he’s left with several messes which threaten his career.

Today, I’m giving you a bit of the prologue. New month, new WIP, so no fancy math this time.

The family area at the end of the hallway was packed with people, all of whom were waiting for the same outcome. The whole gang had assembled for their usual Friday night pizza, TV, and beer, minus the pizza and beer and with a random broadcast on the lounge television. In fact, considerably more than the whole gang had crammed into the small space. They were nearly on top of each other, and at least three people were wrestling for the remote, borrowed from the nurse’s station. Andre shook his head and rose to his feet, intending to hover impatiently by the door.

Mack was already there, peering over his shoulder into the hallway periodically and shaking his head. There wasn’t anywhere for him to sit, so he’d been appointed Official Watchman.“Why does it matter, anyway? We all know what’s going to happen,” he grumped.

“No, we don’t,” his sort-of girlfriend, Amelia, piped up. “Besides, you’re just pissed because you don’t have a seat.”

“Shut up!” Mack replied moving away from the door frame. “I just don’t get what all the fuss is about.”

They were too busy arguing to notice when Andre stepped around them to stand in the hallway. He was the first to see Trevor approaching. When their eyes met, Trevor stopped to lean on the wall by the door. He looked utterly exhausted; he scrubbed his hands over his face and closed his eyes. Andre, needing time to gather himself and talk to Trevor before before he announced his presence, came to stand facing his boyfriend. Trevor opened his eyes again and craned his neck to peek in at the two dozen or so assembled friends and family, which included his parents and Marlie’s as well as Andre’s. Andre followed his gaze, and he made eye contact with Nate. For a moment, Andre’s stomach clenched, and he prayed Nate would understand why they weren’t entering the room yet. Nate nodded, and Andre breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone else was still immersed in conversation. No one except Nate was paying attention, so Andre stepped closer and reached out for Trevor. With shaking hands, Trevor slipped his arms around Andre’s neck.

“Okay?” Andre murmured.

“Yeah.” Trevor dropped his head to Andre’s shoulder. After a few seconds of silence, he mumbled into the fabric of Andre’s shirt, “She’s fine, and the baby’s fine.”

Relief flooded Andre, and he slumped against the man in front of him. It was his turn to close his eyes, squeezing them shut against the unexpected rush of grief. He breathed slowly, focusing on Trevor instead of his own jumbled thoughts. Without a word, Trevor folded Andre into his arms and held on, absorbing the emotions Andre couldn’t express. It was all right; Trevor understood why it was bittersweet for him. Andre withdrew and pressed a kiss to Trevor’s temple.

“Hey,” Trevor said. “Are you okay? I’d forgotten how hard this would be for you.”

“I’ll be all right. I just need a minute with you.”

They rested their foreheads together, eyes closed and hands clasped, breathing steadily. At last Trevor let go and raised his hand to cup Andre’s cheek.

“I’m…” His eyes shimmered. “We’re daddies.” A shaky laugh rumbled in his throat.

“Never thought I’d say that,” Andre murmured, placing his hand on top of Trevor’s.

“We good?” Trevor asked, his voice full of tenderness.

“I think so.” Andre leaned in to kiss Trevor. “Let’s go.”

As spoilery as it sounds, trust me, it’s not. You’ll just have to wait to see what it all means (unless I decide to be cruel, which is always a possibility).

Liked what you read? Join the fun by posting your own snippet, connected to the date, and adding it here. Don’t forget to check out the other WIPpeteers and offer them some love. Thanks again to K. L. Schwengel for bringing us together for a play date. Happy writing!

Guest Post: Author Eva Lefoy interviews Cupid

Books, Fiction, Guest Post, Love

Please welcome fellow author Eva Lefoy, whose story “Property of Cupid” appears in the anthology Love Is a Mess. She’s brought sexy god of love Eros along with her to sit down and chat about his naughty side and finding his perfect man.

Gay Cupid

Cupid has been a lot of things over the centuries. Firstly, he started out as the Greek god, Eros. In classical Greek art, he appears as a slender, winged youth. Later, he took on the chubby appearance and the bow and arrow. Later still, the Romans renamed him to Cupid, and his is known as Aphrodite’s son. With his archery skills, he induces uncontrollable desire in others. However, Cupid himself has only experienced it once, when he was struck by his own arrow and fell in love with Psyche.

In Property of Cupid, my M/M romance story in the Supposed Crimes anthology, Love is a Mess, Eros aka Cupid, also falls in love – after stabbing himself with his own arrow! But before this, there’s a tug of war between the cherubic side of him (Cupid) and the Greek side of him (Eros). Here’s a little Q&A with Eros to explain:

Me: Eros, what are you telling me, you’re two different people?

Eros: Well, yeah, I mean, I’ve this split personality thing going on. In my original form, I’m the Greek god, but once a year, on Valentine’s Day, everyone wants to see the cherub, so I transform to Cupid.

Me: Right, with your bow and arrow and you cause others to fall in love.

Eros: Uh huh. That’s essentially how it’s always been.

Me: So, where’d the demon come from? In the beginning of the story, you have a demonic side that must be fed.

Eros: *rubs his chin* yeah, well, if you’re a god and you’ve been around long enough, you tend to acquire a bad side. I mean, humans have personality defects too. It’s just if you’ve been around since 320 B.C. your defects have had a lot of time to develop…

Me: And so the sacrifice…you needed a sacrifice to keep the demon at bay or else he’d ruin Valentine’s Day for everyone?

Eros: Really, humans don’t want a naked fat kid shooting them with lead arrows and making them fall out of love with each other. *shudders* What good would that do the world?

Me: This sacrifice your demon needs just happens to need to be a virgin? A gay male virgin? You realize how hard that is to come by these days?

Eros: You’re telling me! My servant was supposed to have one all set up, but he did a really shoddy job.

Me: So, tell me about Jeremy. What drew you to him? I mean, you’ve had how many lovers over the years?

Eros: *sighs* He was just so lonely and sexy and – have you seen him dance? He’s so perfect.

Me: *snorts* Like in a Hollywood gorgeous sort of way, or in the tight hot virgin piece of ass way?

Eros: *checks his watch* I think we’re done here. I got other places to be.

Me: Uh huh. Yeah. Well, watch those arrows, Eros. You never know where one might end up!

“Property of Cupid” excerpt:

Tapping his fingers on the well-varnished bar, his gaze slid sideways to the scrunched up ball of human perched next to the wall. Well, not a ball exactly, but the man was hunched over a drink, his face downcast, not looking at anybody. He couldn’t have been over twenty five, so what did he have to worry about? Unless someone had hurt him. The thought tightened his chest. He grabbed his drink and cleared his throat. “Excuse me… but do I know you?”

What a jackass opening line for the god of love to say. Damn, I’m losing my touch. But then the young man raised his head.

Piercing lonely blue eyes locked onto his and held. Trapped in an innocent face, above two ripe pouty lips, they pulled him in with their stark neediness.

The prominent white feathers at his crotch ruffled as his cock stirred. The wings emerging from his back fluttered. Here was a possible sacrifice. He only needed to be sure.

The man blinked. “I don’t think so…” His gaze roamed up and down Eros’ body, from his naked torso to his pure white feathered greaves. If he was surprised at the costume, he didn’t show it. “I would have remembered you.”

Smirking, he leaned closer and realized the drink in the man’s hand was a merely a soda. That wouldn’t do. “Well, it’s high time we met.” Batting his thick eyelashes, he poured half of his Dalwhinnie into the man’s glass. “What’s your name?”

“Jeremy.”

“Jeremy. I’ll drink to that.” He took a sip of his single malt whiskey and noticed Jeremy stared into his, as if unsure what to do. Wrapping his hand around Jeremy’s he lifted the glass to his lips. “Drink up. It will do you good.”

He licked his lips as Jeremy swallowed. He wanted to trace the path of the warm liquid down his throat with his tongue, and knew the instant the fiery substance reached his belly, for Jeremy closed his eyes and smiled. “Good, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

He switched glasses with Jeremy and again held it up to his mouth. He needed Jeremy good and pliable, right this second. Drunk would help that along, too.

Jeremy’s eyes flashed him a vulnerable look before, like a deer overpowered by the magnificence of its predator; he obediently drank the fiery liquid down.

Eros’ heart squeezed again, Jeremy’s helpless expression piercing his skin like an arrow. Hades. I’d want to take this one home even if I wasn’t desperate for a ripe innocent fuck. But he ignored the throbbing of his cock and played the gentlemen. He offered his hand to Jeremy and jerked his head toward the gyrating masses. “Want to dance?”

Author Bio and Contact:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a die-hard Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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See what happens next in Love is a Mess.

Edited by C. E. Case

Stories by A. M. Leibowitz, Adrian J. Smith, Amber Kinsey, Eva Lefoy, Geonn Cannon, L. M. Perrin, Michael DuPuy and Rachael Orman.

Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
Release Date: January 3, 2015 (ebook only)
Length: Anthology / 35,000 words / 119 pages

Buy Links:

|| Amazon USA || Amazon CA || Amazon UK || Kobo || Smashwords || Barnes & Noble ||

Add to Goodreads

Description

Viral Valentine by L. M. Perrin

When a Valentine’s Day prank goes badly, Paige’s guilt won’t let her watch the victim walk away without a proper apology.

Date Blind by Geonn Cannon

A woman discovers the worst possible blind date scenario when her date turns out to be someone who bullied her in high school.

The Politician and the Pilot by Amber Kinsey

A politician and a pilot make a steamy connection on Valentine’s Day.

Bar Tryst by Rachael Orman

Quarter Life: Energy Feed by Adrian J. Smith

With strange creatures in her path, Faye is determined to get the information she wants no matter the cost.

Property of Cupid by Eva Lefoy

Will an ancient Greek god give up half his powers to love a mere human? Or will Cupid loose his golden arrow, letting Jeremy fall in love with another man?

Private Dance by A. M. Leibowitz

The Last Mitzvah by Michael DuPuy

One man seeks salvation over love, death, and ice cream.

Real men are…

Dance, Feminism, LGBTQ+, Women

A few days ago, I came across a photo posted to one of the pages I follow on Facebook. For some context, this was in response to a previous photo meme about boys who take ballet growing up to be strong, healthy, and surrounded by women. I found the original meme funny, as the mom of a boy who takes ballet, tap, jazz, and Irish dance and seems to have no problem at all being the only boy in most of his classes.

The comments on the original photo included some by a few men who posted that boys who take ballet will turn out to be gay (they used words I prefer not to share here, thanks). Another commenter posted his photo with this caption:

Now, I have no problem at all with whoever wants to take dance classes. I’m very happy for Jason Whoever and his dancing feet. What I do have a problem with is how this is framed. It puts a certain kind of masculinity at the top, emphasizing a stereotype of manhood: physically strong, muscular, interested in culturally-approved manly pursuits such as rock music, and employed in a culturally-approved masculine job.

In other words, it’s perfectly fine for boys to take ballet so long as they turn out to be like him: not gay and not too feminine.

As much fun as it is to punch the air and go, “Take that, haters! Look at this badass dude!” it’s ultimately not the most helpful response. It’s still rooted in both homophobia and misogyny.

Because of my work as an author, editor, and reviewer, I see this all the time, especially in m/m fiction. It’s one of my pet peeves—men who assert their manliness page after page. This is done in a multitude of ways:

Large, muscular bodies
“Manly” jobs or hobbies (military/police/fire, sports, rock music, anything that requires a power suit)
Large penises (sometimes even in works that aren’t sexually explicit)
Emotionless, incapable of expressing emotions, or limited to anger and arousal
Sexually insatiable (again, this is even sometimes true outside erotica)
Literally telling us they are men, often repeatedly (especially if they don’t meet one of the previous criteria)
Disgusted, bothered, or simply not interested in other men who don’t fit the above
Disgusted, bothered, or explicitly not interested in jobs or pursuits perceived as “feminine”
Biphobic and transphobic
Openly misogynistic and directly hostile toward female-identified characters

It’s not the first two things on the list that bother me. Are there muscular, culturally masculine gay and bi men? Yes, of course there are. In fact, I love that they are part of the total picture because there’s a tendency for straight people to think they don’t exist. Showing athletes and hero-types is a way of breaking down a certain type of barrier. In and of itself, that’s not the problem. It’s the lack of diversity and the disdain for men outside those boxes that disturbs me. When it becomes the ideal, not merely one representation, it feeds into other forms of misogyny and queer antagonism.

The same is true when talking about men in the arts, especially dance and theater. It’s fantastic that tough military men and powerful football players have taken ballet classes, but they are not the reason it’s acceptable for boys to dance.

Imagine being a boy who takes ballet and sees something implying he must grow up to be a certain type of man or he will surely “turn out gay.” That pretty much hurts every boy who takes dance class ever, including the ones who are destined to be big, muscular military men. It implies there’s something very, very wrong with being gay or more feminine or even just not built like a linebacker; it erases bisexual men entirely; and it implies that those who are wired toward cultural masculinity cannot possibly be gay (or even just enjoy culturally feminine pursuits). No one wins in that scenario.

At what point will we stop defending certain hobbies and jobs on the grounds that they’re not too gay or too feminine because big, tough men do them? When will being gay and/or culturally feminine be considered just as awesome as being culturally masculine? The only good answer to “But he’ll turn out gay!” is to say, “So what?” and leave it there.

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