Headphones was an experiment, a story written in "snapshots", a serial, a comic in word form-- call it what you will. It ran for one year plus one day-- January 1st of 2015 to January 1st of 2016. It was the story of a group of friends who took in a damaged girl and helped her find herself. But on the way, she helped them fill the holes in their own lives. I've pulled it now with the hopes of rewriting it into a book. Each day was matched with a music video and each month's mixes are still here. So if you've stumbled in, enjoy the music, and hopefully I'll be able to post updates occasionally!


Saturday, January 12, 2019

Rainbow Snippets*-- Snow Day

Typical of January in my neck of the woods, it's snowing. And since it's my day off, I don't have to go anywhere. It's pretty to look at it through my window while comfortable and warm, but I'm old enough that I don't have any desire to out in it. I'm leaving on vacation this week, so it's the perfect excuse to stay in and start packing. I'm heading to warmer climes and this makes the anticipation even sweeter!


I'm still not getting much writing done at the moment because I wasn't happy with the way the story had turned. I know which direction I wanted the plot to follow, but I found myself on a side road. So I backed up and changed routes.

And that's enough of that metaphor!


A bit about this week's snippet. I like my titles to show up in one form or another somewhere within the story. Probably the easy thing to do would be to write the thing and then find a title, but I tend to do it in reverse. I wanted a title that fits with Embers and Flame and came up with Smoke and Sparks, (in keeping with the campfire theme). And, BAM, it just kind of happened as I was writing Vaughn and Daryl's first kiss:

Vaughn’s kiss was nothing more than pressure against my lips, something akin to a promise instead of an actual kiss. Still, I was frozen in that moment, holding my breath as my eyes fluttered closed. He broke the connection between our mouths and shifted, pressing his forehead against mine, and my held breath came out in a puff.
“Was that nice enough?” Vaughn asked and I half expected to hear a chuckle behind the words, but instead, a hint of concern curled around their edges.
“Oh, yeah,” I managed but I still didn’t open my eyes. Closed like that, I could better hear my heartbeat and feel the heat of his hands on my skin. The small space between us was charged, a zing of electricity that smoked and sparked. If I opened my eyes, would I find the air glowing?

*Rainbow Snippets is a (Facebook) group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation. If you're interested in following a diverse group of authors, check it out here.

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Rainbow Snippets* --Trying To Get My Groove Back

The first week in January always just kind of "happens" for me. It's like I go into a semi-trance and when I wake up it's already the 10th. I think it's the come-down from the hussle and stress of the holidays. But the trees and the decorations have been boxed and stored, so maybe life can get back to normal, except I'll be on vacation the second half of this month. Which means my head's still not in the game. This WIP is taking much longer than I'd hoped. I should never plan to finish something in December or January.

I'm past 20K and struggling with the plot-line on Smoke and Sparks, but then again, I think I've said that at this point with nearly everything I've written. My plans for the next 2 weeks are more about outlining the second half than it is about word count. I'm usually a pantser, so this may not work at all for me, but New Year, new strategy!

Today's snippet is from early in the story. It's the day that Daryl and Vaughn meet. Daryl and his cousins are spending the weekend in St. Louis at a friend's apartment. Lindsey is the friend's sister, who also lives there:

From Daryl's POV:
            “The couch folds out so I’m calling dibs. You and Eric get the air mattress,” Mike said with a smirk.
            “We have to share? The couch is big enough for two of us.”
Mike grinned. “I need lots of room.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled.
“You can share with Lindsey, I suppose. If you ask nicely.”
I could feel the blush heat my face. “Funny, haha. Besides, what about her boyfriend? Isn’t he staying tonight?”
“Whose boyfriend?”
And could the cushions swallow me up, please? The guy was standing behind us, bending forward over the back of the couch, giving me his full attention.


*Rainbow Snippets is a (Facebook) group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation. If you're interested in following a diverse group of authors, check it out here.


Saturday, December 29, 2018

Rainbow Snippets* --Happy New Year!

2018. What can I say? I'm at that age where one asks "Where has the time gone?" but at the same time, in so many ways, this year has seemed endless. My goal for 2018 had been to start publishing and I did manage to have one short story published, so I met that goal; just maybe not in the way I meant. Therefore, my goal for 2019 is to get brave, make concrete decisions, and publish at least one of my books! That's as far as my resolutions go. (after all, who likes a skinny, sober bitch anyway?!) 


My snippet this week comes from one of my first manuscripts, When Silverfish Dance. It's not a romance so much as a Suspense with Romantic elements. In other words, it ends with a HFN instead of a HEA. Although, if I ever manage to write the sequel...!

It's New Year's Eve, 1973, and the two main characters, Morgan and Barry, are pretending to be a couple. Sometimes the lines blur:

Barry looked up at him with a small smile and said, “Look, it’s almost midnight.” Morgan caught the relief in his voice, even if the other two didn’t.
They all turned to watch as the band leader led them all in the countdown. “10, 9.” Morgan slid his arm further around Barry to pull him close. “8, 7.” Barry did the same, snaking his arm around to lay his hand flat on Morgan’s hip. “6, 5.” Morgan looked down at Barry, still curious about what he’d missed, “4, 3,” as Barry looked up at him questioningly. Were they supposed to kiss? Here, in public? “2! 1! Happy New Year!” everyone shouted. Morgan pulled him around and tilted his head up with a finger under his chin. “Happy 1974, Barry.” He didn’t answer; instead, he lifted his lips to Morgan’s and held on as if he was holding onto life itself. When he pulled away he found Greg watching them over Christina’s shoulder, and again he wondered if it was curiosity or revulsion.

*Rainbow Snippets is a (Facebook) group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation. If you're interested in following a diverse group of authors, check it out here.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Rainbow Snippets*-- Merry Christmas!

The most wonderful time of the year! Or at least the busiest. I work retail so the last few weeks have been a bit nuts. I'm off today so I'm going to spend the day finishing up, plus my daughter's coming in this afternoon to spend the week with us. I don't expect to get much writing done, but a break is good once in awhile.


Since it's the last weekend before Christmas, I thought a Christmas scene was in order, so I'm going back to Cut Shot. I almost think Jed and Ian's story is my favorite of the books I've written and I'm not sure why except I really developed a soft spot for Jed. In this chapter, he comes out of the bar after he and Ian have just had words in the restroom.

excerpt from Chapter 15:

Jed should have been surprised to find Ian leaning against his truck after he paid his tab and got stopped twice by people who wanted to say hi, but he wasn’t. The snow was still flurrying, giving the night a soft ambiance. Somehow Christmas had arrived, a suddenly looming day of forced laughter with his family and a pretense of joy he hadn’t felt since he was a child. It was only four days away; how he’d lost track of the day was baffling. Ma didn’t decorate much, but there was a small artificial tree in the living room along with her treasured porcelain Nativity while every store window bordering the town square was lined with brightly blinking colored lights. He caught the edge of holiday music from somewhere down the street, but in the stillness of the evening, the sound was distorted and he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from.

*Rainbow Snippets is a (Facebook) group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation. If you're interested in following a diverse group of authors, check it out here.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Rainbow Snippets*

It may be the last official week of Fall, but the actuality of it is cold, grey days. The bit of snow we go two weeks ago is gone, turned to drizzle and rain. It's not feeling very Christmasy at the moment, even though the Christmas push is upon us. And that push is the reason I've not come even close to the goals I'd set. I'm trying to tell myself getting any words down is a good thing, but sometimes it's still discouraging!


            But for the Smoke and Sparks gang, it's early fall and they've gone camping. Because of a snafu with a tent, Daryl ends up bunking with Vaughn and Vaughn's best friend, Lindsey. Poor Lindsey is just beginning to realize she's the odd man out--sort of speaking!

(from Vaughn's POV)
            “Fuuckk, I was having such a good dream.” The mattress dipped as Lindsey rolled over and pushed herself up, resting her chin on my upper arm. “I was riding a horse with Jon Snow and… God, I’m horny now.”
News of Lindsey’s early morning horniness was nothing new to me, of course, but for Daryl, it was more information then he was comfortable knowing. I almost laughed at the shock flashing across his face but I managed to hold it in, keeping it to little more than a silent chuckle.
Lindsey yawned and rubbed up against me. I reached back and slapped her thigh. “Stop that and be good,” I admonished.
She humphed and then focused her attention on Daryl. “Don’t suppose you’re bi?”
Even in the dimness of the tent, I couldn’t miss the flush coloring the cheek I’d outlined with my fingertips only moments before. “N, n, no,” he sputtered.

*Rainbow Snippets is a (Facebook) group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation. If you're interested in following a diverse group of authors, check it out here.