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!


Sunday, July 29, 2018

Rainbow Snippet

What a week. The boss had surgery and all of our "kids" went on vacation or to camp. In twenty years, that's never happened. But it also meant us "adults" had to adjust our shifts and put in some extra hours. Needless to say, it's been a long week. Still, I've managed to get some writing time in and I'm only a little behind on my Camp NaNo goal. I have less than 3000 words to go. It'll be close, but I'm going to try! 
         The bad news is, it's not going to be enough to tie up this story. The good news is, the end is in sight. I'm not sure why Cut Shot is taking so long and I just hope it's coherent when it's done. My word count at this juncture is 51k. My goal for this WIP was between 53k-55k, but I'll go over that. Hopefully, I'll keep it under 60k. I don't want it to go much longer than the first in the series. 
         Something to note: I made a change to the MC's name. He's been Jeb/Jebidiah since Blind Anti, but I realized that his mother gave all of her children biblical names. Whoops! So a quick check and a couple of "search and replace's and now he's Jed/Jedidiah. It's only one letter, but sometimes it only takes one sentence to throw everything off!

Excerpt from Chapter 10:

Ian tensed up, his thoughts disrupted when the doorknob jiggled, but he smiled when Georgia stepped out, lighting a cigarette. “I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t. I stole some of Uncle Vern’s. Want one?”
“No, but thanks. It took me forever to quit. I don’t want to tempt fate.” And oh my God, had he stumbled into some weird time vortex? He was crushing on the hot long-haired bad-boy while his cousin was stealing cigarettes. He half expected Paul to sneak up with a half-bottle of his dad’s Jack Daniels with Jed in tow. They could slip away to the clearing out back, build a bonfire, and couple up to make out amongst the trees. 

 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.

Monday, July 2, 2018

July Camp NaNo


This WIP is killing me. I suppose 5 years ago when I started this journey, I would have been thrilled to write a novel in 4 months. Now? Not so much. I have to remind myself that I really am limited on time and I did stop to write a short story in the middle of all of this. But I've stalled...terribly. I can't seem to just write the story. I write and then I edit. Hell, I'm editing as I write. I started this novel as my April Camp project (totally expecting to finish it in May, and when that didn't happen, in June) and I'm determined to finish it by the end of July. I did manage almost 2000 words over the weekend, bringing me to over 35500, and I finally got past the scene that's been killing me for two weeks. Fingers crossed, it's going to go more smoothly now!

Excerpt from Chapter 12:

“Did you have fun with my cousin Jenny?”
The words vibrated against Jeb’s lips but made no sense to his lust-addled brain. Everything in the world centered around the taste of Ian’s mouth. Garlic and cake and champagne. It really should have been disgusting, but there was a strange sweet/salty hint to it. Besides, his attention was solely on the man who’d pinned him against the wall with his body the second they’d stepped into the privacy of the hotel room. Jeb hadn’t even had a chance to look around. “Who’s Jenny?” he finally managed.
“The bridesmaid you were dancing with. She caught the bouquet, you know.”
“So?”
 “She wants to have your babies.”
Jeb laughed and pushed Ian away. “I don’t think so!”
“Hm, yes. I could see it in her eyes. All star-glowy. She’s probably downstairs planning your wedding. What did you tell her when you left her there? That you needed to use the gents? I bet she’s still waiting, thinking about baby names, hoping that you’re in the lobby booking a room for the night. How long do you think she’ll wait?”