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Rainbow Snippets*--On The Road Again

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My goal had been to have this round of edits done before I head to Virginia for GRL, and I'm so close! But between the two day jobs and everything that needs to be done pre-traveling, my time this week has been extremely limited. But I'll get it done, eventually! Butterfly on a Zinnia in my garden. For a few more days, at least.  After James and Val's relationship implodes, James goes to Molly to regroup, and she invites him to stay as he rebuilds: I found a new appreciation for Molly over the next few weeks. She stayed home every night, and we sat on her couch, shoulder to shoulder, as we split bottles of wine and watched movies until the late hours of the night. She’d recently broken up with her latest boyfriend, a man I only vaguely remembered meeting once at Dean and Troy ’s months ago. As we discovered the bottom of each bottle, we agreed to swear off beautiful boys with nice hair and made a pact to be each other’s sponsor in our recovery. They just ended up breaking o...

Pondering

    As a parent we aren't supposed to pick a favorite-- I wonder if that holds true for authors.We create people, nourish them, give them life. They're a part of us. And still, I find I have favorites. Headphones was my first character, a persona I created for myself when I was in high school. At her inception, she represented my pain and fears of the future, all the teen angst that goes with preparing for adulthood. I used music as a buffer to the world, therefore, so did she.     Mick came to me one night in a dream, very real, completely fully formed. They told me they belonged together, and I had my first couple.     Then came Jay and Scoey. They will always be my special babies because they were the first same-sex couple I ever wrote. I didn't set out to do that, but a story idea popped in my head one day as I was stocking shelves at the store, and I knew after that I preferred writing m/m over f/m. I don't know why, really, I just do.    ...