Emma goals

When I become obsessed with something, I tend to forget about everything else in my life that needs to be done. Whether it’s gaming or binge-watching/reading a new series or, most often, writing. Once I’m in that moment, I stay there for a very long time (… which makes it longer than a moment but whatever). That’s why Thursday came and went with no TBT post. Oh, I remembered it. But “I’ll do it after I finish this scene” suddenly turned into “It’s Monday already?!” So, since I didn’t want to wait until this Thursday to do a post, here I am. Hi!

The Rising Son should be done in two weeks. Actually, it could be done in one but I’m forcing myself to do other things as well. One of the things I want to do is be more active on social media. There are so many wonderful M/M (and general) writing groups and resources out there but I’ve barely done more than lurk for a while now. I want to change that. I also want to blog more. And not just on Thursdays. I think I was doing okay with that for a while but then I started slacking. So we’ll see how that goes. Wish me luck!

For now, however, I must sleep. After I finish this scene. 😉

I’m baaaack. (Also, free stuff.)

I’ve been back almost a week now actually, but as I mentioned on FB a few days ago, it’s taken some time for me to get back into my usual routine. Florida was hot. And occasionally rainy. But it was a good trip, and I had a great time hanging out with my dad, which more than made up for the unusually high amount of Donald Trump coverage on the local news. (Seriously, he was all over the place. WTH, Florida?)

I didn’t get as much writing done as I wanted, but I did enough to make me happy. I felt like a teenager again, sitting in my bedroom and secretly handwriting all sorts of illicit stuff. 😀 I also got a fair bit of reading done, making a slight dent in the hundreds of books on my reader.

Now that I’m back, I’m ready to jump back into The Rising Son, the second H.I. book. I think I can have it done in a few weeks, so for now I’m feeling pretty confident about keeping the Father’s Day release date. While I was down there, I came pretty close to finishing the non-vampire short story I mentioned previously, plus I outlined a new story that I want to start as soon as Book 2 is done. So I definitely have plenty of stuff to keep me occupied for the foreseeable future.

The bookmarks I told you guys about are in, so just a reminder, if you want one (or many) let me know. I love how they turned out. Thanks again to Jenny Cotton for making that happen.

Last but not least, A Halloween Interlude is FREE on Smashwords through the end of the month. (I meant to do this before I left but got distracted with pre-trip stuff, sorry.) The coupon code is GE76V. Grab a copy while you can!

That’s it for now. Yes, I know it’s Thursday, so you can expect a TBT post, oh, sometime tomorrow. 😉 Have a nice day!

Vacation time!

I’m leaving for Florida on Monday to see my dad. While my home state has given me much cause for concern over the years, there are certain things I’m really looking forward to that I can only experience when I’m in the South. Things like boiled peanuts (hush, they’re delicious), and hardcore flea marketing, and sunsets. There’s just something about a Florida sunset:

Florida sunsetAhhh.

I’ll be gone for two weeks and I doubt I’ll be online much as I usually take this time to unplug for a while. But I’ll be doing plenty of reading and writing, so that’s always a good thing. With any luck, I’ll be able to finish or at least make substantial progress on the non-vampire story. Being in Florida usually sends the muse into overdrive so we’ll see how that goes.

Have a great weekend!


Some thoughts on HEAs

Call me weird—because I am—but I don’t always have a resounding preference for romantic stories or arcs with a happy ending. Sure, it’s nice to see a tale come to an end where everything works out perfectly (HEA), or almost perfectly (HFN), and it’s far more preferable not to feel as if part of my soul has been torn apart because a character dies or for whatever other reason is unable or unwilling to be with his beloved. But sometimes I think there are situations in which an ambiguous or unhappy ending is truer to the story. Do those stories make me roll into a ball and cry for hours on end? Yeah, sometimes. However, I can live with that heartbreak as long as it is justified. I think this is the reason why some of my favorite titles don’t end with a happily ever after, because the overall story is better for not having everything tied into a pretty red bow at the end. Not to mention the fact that any feelings of suspense that I might have while reading a story are negated by knowing in advance that everything will work out when all is said and done, where “Oooh, I wonder if they’ll get together” turns into “I wonder how many more pages to go before they get together.” One is not nearly as exciting as the other.

I have no idea if—and I certainly can’t promise—every single one of my stories will end on a pleasant note. My muse has taken me to dark places before, so it’s hard to say. What I can promise is that I will always write an ending that I feel is truest to the story being told. And I hope that counts for something, even if it means that there will be no strolling off into the sunset hand in hand.

And so ends my deep thought for the day, to make up for the fact that I didn’t do a Throwback Thursday post. 😀


Read an Ebook Week


Lots of free and discounted stuff at Smashwords for Read an Ebook Week. Check it out!

Haters gonna hate

(First of all, I would just like to point out that apparently I’m only good at remembering that I need to do a TBT post on Wednesdays and Fridays. *eyeroll*)

Anyway, did I ever tell you guys how I got into M/M? Probably not. It all started long ago and far away, back in my twenties. I decided that I wanted to read more than the horror and supernatural stuff that comprised 99% of the books I owned . But I didn’t want to read the straight stuff because, frankly, I’d read enough of that as a kid to last me a lifetime. Instead, I wanted to read F/F stories, because those were way more up my alley as far as interests went. Unfortunately, the problem I ran into was that a lot of the lesbian/bisexual-themed stories I found weren’t exactly my thing. Most of what I came across was a little too… eh, sweet for my own personal tastes. I was looking for stories with some bite. Maybe I wasn’t looking in the right places, but it seemed to me at the time that the only stories that had the kinds of plots that caught my eye were of the guy-on-guy variety. And, being ever the optimist, I figured what the hell because at least I would still be dealing with a same-sex relationship, which was what I really wanted to read, even if I couldn’t necessarily relate to having a penis. Continue reading “Haters gonna hate”

What David Bowie meant to me (and it wasn’t just the music)

I woke up this morning to heartbreaking news. David Bowie, that absolute icon of, well, you name it, passed away after an eighteen month battle with cancer. While there will be plenty of remembrances that focus on his immense contribution to entertainment, I wanted to take a moment to talk about a couple of other reasons he was always something of a hero to me.

You may not know it to look at me (well, seeing as how my avatar isn’t a picture of the real me) and you may not know it by my actions (because I’m not the most mature person around) but I’m a bit of an old gal. And growing up before the loveliness of the Internet, and never having been overly social or outgoing to begin with, I didn’t know much of the world back in the day. But I knew who David Bowie was. He was that singer guy with the weird eyes and constantly changing look. I loved his music, of course, and I loved his acting performances, but one of the things that struck a chord with me most was finding out that he had admitted to being bisexual. At that particular time in my life, I was still trying to figure out my own orientation and being the naive kid that I was, I didn’t have a word for it. I didn’t even know at the time that it was possible to be attracted to people as opposed to a gender. But learning about David Bowie’s sexual fluidity made me feel like so much less of the freak that I thought I was, and I felt a little less alone in the world because of it.

The other reason I loved him even more was his marriage to Iman, who I still firmly believe to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. I grew up in a time and place where interracial relationships weren’t exactly celebrated, and for the longest time, I never felt comfortable admitting my attraction to people of different races because that kind of thing just wasn’t done very often in my neck of the woods. That kind of thing was pretty much guaranteed to invite ridicule and judgment. But much like the bisexual thing, seeing this white guy marry a black woman made me feel a lot better about my own attractions. I was able to start believing that it really was possible to look past gender and race and all of those other things that don’t matter, no matter what other people had to say about it.

So while I will join everyone else in fondly recalling his music and his movies, what I will always cherish the most about David Bowie is that he was a huge part of the reason why I was able to start embracing myself. And that’s a pretty big damn deal.

R.I.P. Mr. Bowie. ❤

Waiting for balls to drop…

Well, a ball. But you have to admit it’d be a lot funnier if there were two. Unless that’s the Schnapps talking. 😀  In any case…

Happy New Year 2016


No TBT this week, just my warmest and fondest wish to you for a safe and Happy New Year!!! Whether you’ve been around since the beginning or found me along the way, thank you for the support you’ve shown me this past year. I look forward to sharing more stories with you in 2016 (and more on that soon). ❤ ❤ ❤



The search for diversity

The other night, I went on an extensive search for interracial M/M stories. The “combination” made no difference to me; I just enjoy stories about couples who aren’t so… similar in their outward appearances. (Not that I mind when they are, because I don’t mind at all. Hell, most of the M/M books I own feature same-race couples.) I found some good suggestions thanks to Goodreads, but I also found a lot of stories in which some aspect of a character’s race or nationality was reduced to a fetish. Like the stash of stories I came across in which some poor, unsuspecting white guy was subjected to big, black cocks. Seriously, that was basically the tagline for some of them. It was like the authors gave zero fucks about developing their characters aside from what they had to offer between their legs. Then I had this mental image of Oprah bestowing big, black cocks upon her audience.

oprah“Everybody gets a big, black cock!”

*grins* I presume there’s an audience for that kind of stuff since it exists, but as for me, I’ll stick to characters who aren’t reduced to a stereotype of some sort.

Anyway, Small Packages is officially done. I’m thinking that I might publish it a day or two early for those of you who are following this blog before spreading the word on social media on 12/20. Because why not? And because thank you. ❤


Happy Thanksgiving!


If you celebrate Thanksgiving, then I hope you have a wonderful one! (And if you don’t, then have an awesome Thursday!)

Also, as a reminder, An Unexpected Addition will be available for free download and posted online this Sunday, 11/29. This Harborview Immortals prequel novelette explains how Dominic and Jacob stumbled across little baby Xan in the first place and their subsequent adventures in new daddyhood, what with the bottles and diapers and spitting up and such. 😀