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Hey, You! Come Out And Play!

Thursday, August 30th, 2012

Sure, I could come with some brilliant bit of personal insight and adventure to tantalize you with today, but, really, why keep the expectations so high? Or…I might be bluffing and simply have decided that I’m in a bit of an introspective mood this morning. If that’s the case–and I’m not saying it is–then it feels like a good time to recap a few things going on in my life. I have to warn you, though, that I’m not going to do any name dropping. I’m not going to tell you about my upcoming breakfast with Gillian Anderson and I refuse to say a word about the hour of karaoke planned on Saturday with Alice Cooper. There will none of that in this blog post. And the fact you may or may not have heard that is just between us, okay? Now let’s get to the real stuff.

All The Way In

Monday, August 27th, 2012

I’m always intrigued when the little notification thingy for Facebook pops up. No, not the Google Alert thingy with links to what unannounced changes Facebook is making or how they’ve been caught selling off our private information for a profit again. I mean the Friend Request thingy. They’re a mixed bag for me and friends have accused me of letting anybody into my world. So not true. Yes, I’ve let them in, but I’ve raised my standards since then. Now I look to see how many friends we have in common, view as much of their page and information as they’re allowing and then make an educated decision based on that. It’s usually a sound way of doing things, only it does sometimes backfire. I’ll once in a while accept a request, then, moments later, receive an e-mail asking me if I’d like to do to them what I enjoy having the hubby do to me. The details are everything and, fortunately, they have given me a few ideas for my next conjugal visit.

But, you know, shhhhh about that last bit.

The Face of Gay 6 (Sue Brown)

Saturday, August 25th, 2012

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… Actually, I have no idea what I was going to say, so let’s pretend it’s my first time. Even my husband pretends that line works when I use it on him. Moving right along, readers have been very kind regarding my pleas for submitting an entry for the Face of Gay series. I think the more of these that get posted, the less hesitant folks have become in speaking their mind and sharing a part of themselves. Three of the six entries so far have been written by people I know and have met. The other three have not. Today’s entry is from someone I’ve never met, never spoken with on the phone or shopped for Blu-Rays with. Regardless, Sue Brown is a well-known name in the GLBT literary world. It surprised me in a good way when she e-mailed and asked to submit something. I jumped at the chance.

Ever Have One Of Those Weeks You Swear Was A Conspiracy?

Thursday, August 23rd, 2012

I sometimes tend to be a little bit like fellow author and blogger Dorien Grey in that I don’t always know what I’m going to write about for these posts until I actually sit down and start typing. Even then I don’t know. Well, not this week! Oh, no. I ended up with two topics as of yesterday, the first I’m going to get to now. Have you ever woken up in the morning and realized something just wasn’t right? It’s nothing you could put your finger on no matter how hard you try and then get distracted putting your finger on something else, only there’s something that just doesn’t quite fit in the universe. Worse yet, it drives you mental trying to figure it out because it hasn’t presented itself. I wonder if that’s guilt or unresolved longing coming to the surface. Then again, what have I got to feel guilty about or long for? Don’t say it. Just…don’t. Instead, believe me when I say it’s a conspiracy.

Even My Imaginary Friends Were Only Children

Monday, August 20th, 2012

I was a fairly typical only child for the first twelve years of my life. Share? Share with whom? Why should I have to share when there was nobody to share it with? If it was there, it was mine. Even my toys had a strict regiment of sharing when it came time to play. Certain Star Wars figures had specific duties and weren’t allowed to mix with other Star Wars figures, especially the G.I. Joe figures, though they did mingle with Micronauts. That was allowed. And my executive staff figures? They mingled with each other quite a bit, especially at night. The ladies stayed in their own quarters (yes, I believed in having women in roles of authority) and the men humped their brains out in private quarters, then went on missions the following day and blew things up.

The Face of Gay 5 (Patricia Logan)

Saturday, August 18th, 2012

Authorette Patricia Logan and I have a couple things in common; we know how to entertain people and we enjoy it. We also share a mutual respect for each other, only the trick is we never show it in public. Folks prefer to grab a bag of popcorn and watch the banter fly when we get started. The truth is we have as much fun slinging mud as the folks do reading it. We’ve done a book signing together, I’ve seen her turn red talking about tallywackers and it amuses me to no end that she thinks she knows how one works. All that aside, it usually takes readers by surprise when they discover something pretty intense and personal about a personality like Patti’s, which is larger than a bag of popcorn. She wasn’t always an author. She didn’t always wear 36″ stiletto healed boots. And she once actually held a tallywacker in her hand. Possibly twice.

Spacehunters: The Story It Almost Was and Thank God Isn’t

Thursday, August 16th, 2012

I never liked it when a story ended and there wasn’t a sequel. As a child, I wanted more. As a young adult who’s just barely old enough to know more than some of the dipshits running around today, I still want more. Well, less of the dipshits and more of the stories. I once approached director Charles Band and politely asked if he’d allow me to write a sequel to Metalstorm: The Destruction of Jared-Syn. He never did give me an answer, so I suspect that was an answer. Personally, I think I’m qualified and I’d have delivered a respectably exciting novel! I also wanted to write a sequel to Megaforce and Spacehunter: Adventures in the Forbidden Zone. Those haven’t happened yet, but I did recently take my first foray into Science Fiction writing with a short story titled Spacehunters: Master Elite and the Maternal Order of Loganites Beyond Uranus. It’s for the Butt-Pirates In Space anthology. I’m guessing you figured out it’s a comedy, BUT–not butt–you’d never guess what the story was originally going to be about!

Massaging My Point. Wanna Watch? Er…I Mean Read?

Monday, August 13th, 2012

The hubs called me up Sunday morning and told me in no uncertain terms that I had to watch the first episode of The Newsroom. I really don’t have time to get involved in another series, but he said he would wait to watch the other episodes–provided I liked it–with me. We haven’t done that in a long time. Intrigued, I sat down and watched the premier and was pretty well spellbound. The character Jeff Daniels plays is an ass, but what he says to a college student in the beginning is something we’ve needed to have said to us for a long time coming. He (the character) has played it so safe in the news without really taking a stance on any point for so long that, watching this, I realized it’s something I’ve struggled with as a writer.

The Face of Gay 4 (Tom)

Saturday, August 11th, 2012

For those of you who know Tom, he needs no introduction. For those of you who don’t…well, then I guess he kinda does, doesn’t he? I was introduced to this kindhearted gentleman on Facebook. He’s a reviewer, an author and quickly became a favorite to follow and team up with whenever authorette Patricia Logan found the nerve to try and type something in the English language, then actually post it. Not only does he have a wicked sense of humor online, but he’s just as much fun in person.

Tom attended OutlantaCon earlier this year and it was my pleasure and honor to meet him during that weekend. But if he has a weakness, it’s that he doesn’t give himself nearly enough credit. Why do I say that? Because Tom believes his face doesn’t stand out in a crowd. I defy anybody to read what he wrote below and say he doesn’t stand out. Once you meet him and once you see the depth of his soul, you’ll find a great many people start to pale in comparison around him in a crowd.

As always, if you like what you read, please leave a little love in the comments. Also, if you have a story of your own you’d like to share, let me know. In the meantime, here we go…

(Interview) As Good As Gold…Her Way: A Conversation With Linda Eder

Thursday, August 9th, 2012

I’ve been doing a little summer organizing while down with a sinus infection over the past week. And in going through old files, I came across another interview I did back in 2003 with singer Linda Eder. Up until my hubby moved to Chicago, I’d never heard of Linda Eder. I’d walked to number of CD stores one morning (which I wasn’t supposed to do) and I heard the song Vienna playing in the store. I bought the album (also which I wasn’t supposed to do) to surprise him with when he came home. He was surprised! “You went to a record store”? he asked. I presented him with my find and things took a very odd turn. “Oh, Linda Eder! I love her! How did you know?” Uh…er…because I’m that good. I love Linda Eder, too!

I had no clue who she was. He did, though, and it’s all that mattered. It was a couple years later when I was in my ‘serious’ mode of wanting to do more than online reviews that I thought I’d try to interview the woman whose singing I’d started to really enjoy. Okay, and it didn’t hurt the hubs was impressed that I was able to actually land it! It’s secretly all about pleasing him. He’s trained me well. So for those of you who are fans of Linda Eder, I suspect you’ll enjoy this little trip down memory lane.