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And for you, a free story from me! This was originally a freebie on DSP's site for Halloween It's from my series on 1930's demon hunters and is m/m/m. While it is a stand alone it can be considered a sequel to my novella The Darkest Midnight in December ( blurb and purchase info here) and my short story Snowbound in Dreamspinner's anthology Necking ( blurb and purchase info here)

A Brief Respite )

Ah, wish I had time right now to construct a website so this could be a PDF download for you all.
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Getting ready for my vacation (which technically I should have canceled because the new hire declined the contract so we need to find a replacement ASAP but I'm not going to do it as I canceled once already for all of this).

Have more of Conned. Last week we met Sion, the elf prince, getting ready for the anime con. Meet Roy, homicide detective and uber geek who's going to the con without his usual companion, his partner at work. He's in the dealer's room shopping for crap he doesn't need but desperately wants.

A teen dressed up out of Naruto shrieked. “Can I have a picture?”

It took Roy a moment to realize she meant him. He turned to see who the other half of the ‘two’ might be and found himself gazing down into the eyes of an Edwin Silverleaf cosplayer holding a Crossed Swords figurine. Wow, his eyes are amazing. The contacts are even the right shade of amber. Those slit-pupiled eyes blinked then ‘Edwin’ smiled.


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Women are used to being erased. Our contributions are often over looked, purposefully so. How many times in history class did you hear the name Sybil Ludington? She only rode 40 miles and roused an army 400 strong (basically double Paul Revere) when she was sixteen. As a scientist educated in the 1980s-1990s, I saw only one woman scientist, Marie Curie, in the texts yet there were so many more. At least Rosalind Franklin is now in the books (but still almost no women show up in texts). Hedy Lamarr is only now getting recognition for her contributions to science being too female and too pretty to be taken seriously in her day.

Today I read this article
from Tor by another woman peeved by an article in a major journal bemoaning a lack of women authors in SF and that maybe women would get better roles in SF movies/TV if women wrote it. I’d like to know if that author was just lazy and didn’t do the research (going off all the numb nuts on social media telling women to stop whining and write it if they want it) or did they simply ignore facts and erase women from the history of speculative fiction.

Because let’s be honest here: women have always been part of spec fic. You can argue they helped to create spec fic. Most people are aware of Mary Shelley of course and Frankenstein being such seminal SF (and horror) written in 1818 but printed several years later. However, there have been even earlier lady authors of SF such as Margaret Cavendish and Aphra Behn who wrote in the middle 1600s (I should see if I can get the blazing world by Cavendish, it would be interesting to see).

There was a “golden age” of women in spec fic in the 1960s but before that there were still women writing SF. In the earliest days there was Gertrude Barrows Bennett who is credited with creating Dark Fantasy in the nineteen-teens. Also in the teens and twenties were Miriam Allen DeFord & Clare Winger Harris. In the 30s- 50s, there was the great Andre Norton, along with Leigh Brackett and C.L. Moore. Granted they wrote under male or gender neutral names but they were there. Moore could have been a grand master if not for her illness.

Once we get to the 60s to today, I can’t even list all the women. Some of my favorites included Ursula LeGuin, Marion Zimmer Bradley and CJ Cherryh (okay those two I didn’t like so much as felt like I needed to like them because I was an SF geek), Barbara Hambly, Octavia Butler, Diana Wynne Jones, Tanith Lee, Madeleine L’Engle , Anne McCaffrey, Vonda McIntyre, Joan D Vinge, Chelsea Quinn Yarbo , Lois McMaster Bujold, Emma Bull, Carol Nelson Douglas, Sheri S Tepper, Laurell K Hamilton, and so many more. I can’t even begin to name all the authors I love today. Even in the publishing houses I’m with you can find dozens of female spec fic authors (including myself). Just this year I’ve been enjoying Cherie Priest, J.K. Rowling, Charlaine Harris, Robyn Bennis, Leanna Renee Hieber, Nnedi Okorafor and while I didn’t actually enjoy Darynda Jones as much but I read her this year and should include her.

In the last few years with the sad puppies and their women should get out of SF rhetoric, it feels more hostile to women now than it did thirty years ago. The solace is women are writing Spec Fic more than ever. It’s time to admit it. Women have always been writing spec fic and we will remain.
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So Conned is now out, I'm happy to say (though it reminds me that I'm paying for QueerRomance Ink and I haven't put up ANY of my stories, idiot that I am). Check it out here.

Blurb Detective Roy Connolly never expected to find real elves and murder at his local anime convention.

Seeking a bonding experience with his formerly estranged son, Sion, a crown prince of the elves, takes him to something they both enjoy: a human anime convention. They both like humans and all their geeky creations so Sion anticipates an enjoyable weekend. He never expected an enemy assassin, armed with only a description of Sion's cosplay, to start murdering his way through the convention.

Detective Roy Connolly, a closet geek, heads to the same anime con without his friend, Amelia. He's surprised to find one of the most handsome men he's ever seen cosplaying in the same anime style as his own, and even more delighted that Sion can't keep his hands off him. Throwing caution to the wind, Roy jumps into a whirlwind relationship only to find himself in the cross hairs of an assassin.


Buy link You can find Conned here

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I did end up giving up on the Halloween short story, both of them really. With all the drama with the work issues, I didn't write a thing and while I could conceivably finish it this week, (which I really do need to work on finishing lectures so that's not really an option), I'm on vacation next week and wouldn't have been able to edit it and that was before I learned my usual beta wouldn't be available. I would like to finish them, maybe there'll be a market next year.

So my camp nano, which I'm unlikely to finish even with the wimpy word count of 10K, is back to These Haunted HIlls which makes sense from a business stand point. It would be nice to finish a novel again.

Speaking of which I made considerable progress in revamping Blood Red.

That said, I'm struggling to write but that's not new. I hate this, the depression that is creating the inability to concentrate.
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Sorry I didn't get to everyone's last week. It was an insanely busy week interviewing new faculty and mentally exhausted in the evenings. I hope to do better this week.

I rather missed the release of one of my short stories so I'm going to take a break from These Haunted Hills to showcase the new story, Conned

Snippet (it's a sentence too long as I didn't want to give the wrong impression as to who's talking to Sion)- Sion took a last look at his reflection. It hadn’t taken much magic to change his appearance to take on Edwin Silverleaf aspects. He didn’t even have to mask the sweep of his pointed ears.
“I’m sure you’re beautiful. Let’s get moving, you peacock,” a masculine voice called from the other room.
Sion huffed as he walked into the hotel suite’s living room. His son, Ioan, was dressed like a Catholic priest, a cane in his hand. Bishop from Dogs: Bullets and Carnage was a natural choice for Ioan, a blind man cosplaying a blind manga character.



Blurb Detective Roy Connolly never expected to find real elves and murder at his local anime convention.

Seeking a bonding experience with his formerly estranged son, Sion, a crown prince of the elves, takes him to something they both enjoy: a human anime convention. They both like humans and all their geeky creations so Sion anticipates an enjoyable weekend. He never expected an enemy assassin, armed with only a description of Sion's cosplay, to start murdering his way through the convention.

Detective Roy Connolly, a closet geek, heads to the same anime con without his friend, Amelia. He's surprised to find one of the most handsome men he's ever seen cosplaying in the same anime style as his own, and even more delighted that Sion can't keep his hands off him. Throwing caution to the wind, Roy jumps into a whirlwind relationship only to find himself in the cross hairs of an assassin.


Buy link You can find Conned here

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Another weekend, another few days of running around, back to Ohio for a week. Back to These Haunted Hills. I'm finishing up the scene with Cassia and Josh discussing Brendan. Last week Cass told Josh to display himself seductively against a tree. Here's his response:

“Shut it! I’m sure he’s not looking for anyone new. Besides, no trees. I’m not getting splinters in my ass or ticks for that matter.”

“And on that note, I’ll let you get to sleep and those dreams I’m sure you can’t wait to have about the lovely, talented Mr. Halloran.”

“Goodbye, Cass.”

Josh hoped she was right about those dreams.



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Running behind due to work and holidays. I finally submitted something this week (a Christmas story) which is the first thing in a long time I've submitted. Pretty depressing.

This is still from These Haunted HIlls. Josh and his friend Cassia are talking taking Brendan ghost hunting. The hotel he mentions is sort of a H.H. Holmes sort of place only a bit smaller.



"I’ll see if he’s okay with you coming out to the hotel at least once because it’ll be more than just one visit to cover that place well, I mean, it’s not big but I’m sure he’ll want to take his time since that’s the crux of his new novel.”

“Did he tell you anything about it?”

“He said he would when it gels more.”

“Damn, so exciting.”

“I know. I’ve been buzzing all day. I think I outed myself in five seconds flat. I could have died.”

She snorted. “You should have just splayed yourself out on a fallen tree or found an alternative use for that waterfall. Make sure he gets the message.”



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I missed last week because I was traveling and it was the day after my 50th birthday and I'm still not easy with that idea (though grateful to have so much time allotted to me).

I've finished all the proofs for Conned and I picked a cover (I asked 4 people for input, actually got 4 responses split 50/50). Neither picture were a truly great fit but with something set at a con, it's very hard to do that since everything is trademarked. I'm still pretty shocked that each story in this one-a-day thing (or however it's being done) is getting art so I am very happy with what I got.

I'm waiting to hear from my beta on my omg why can't I title it Christmas short. I'm not really sweating it if it doesn't get picked up. I'll self pub it and give the money to St. Jude's or the like.

I'm trying to quickly write a Halloween m/m/m story which all it wants is sex. I could barely finish my Christmas story because I felt it needed a sex scene but didn't want to deal with it and that's all this story wants (it's not getting it, some yes but not nearly as much as it wants). I do have a beginning (which has been lost three times, driving me nuts) and I know the end but will I have the time? Who knows.

And I want to finish Blood Red which I STILL haven't finished. It's been a matter of time and I'm more and more sad over it daily.
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I'm traveling back to PA again (I'm running all over this summer) so hopefully I won't be too late on reading everyone's stuff.

I'm continuing with These Haunted Hills. We left off with Josh talking to his partner and best friend Cassia about meeting Brendan. I've skipped to the part where Josh tells her they're going to take Brendan ghost hunting on the condition neither of them can geek out over Brendan being who he is.



“If I can spend the night ghost hunting with freaking B.A. Halloran and all I have to do is rein in the geek, consider it done. This is so exciting.”

“That also means we can’t blog about it or any of that. Maybe, if this goes well, we can at least get pictures with him. I don’t want to overwhelm him because seriously you can tell he’s fighting the black monster.”

Cassia hummed into the phone. They’d grown up together and Josh had weathered many storms with her clinical depression. If anyone knew the mire Brendan was in, it was her. “Can’t blame him there. Tell you what, I’ll pick out a great place to explore, how’s that?”



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Sorry I'm running a little late. It was my 50th birthday today so I was out and running around. I'm a little stunned at being half a century old....


This is still These Haunted Hills. Josh and Brendan have parted ways and Josh is calling Cassia, his friend and ghost hunting partner.



“Is it really him?” she asked before he even got the chance to say hello.

“It is! Oh my god, Cass, it was all I could do to keep from jumping around like a little kid and falling in the creek.”

“What’s he like? Can I meet him?”

“He’s quiet, a little sad actually.” Joshua paused, yes sad was right. Sad mixed with a hint of desperate but he didn’t want to think about that.


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I spent this week working on a new (and boring) class for this fall (Epidemiology is not my jam but since I'm the only medical doctor at the university I was tagged to do it). I'm looking forward to reading everyone's snippets to get my brain out of the doldrums.

I'm continuing right where I left off (and again a bit longer than it should be for a cohesive thought, sorry. I'll behave soon, promise). Brendan has found Josh's fan art but it's made him think of his dead son, Connor.




Brendan shut the journal brushing his hand over his eyes. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“But I am sorry. No one should have to go through this. Children shouldn’t have to face a monster like cancer but I will shut up about it now. I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing but is saying nothing worse? God, I’m babbling again. It’s just...I think the silence and avoidance makes it seem Ike everything about you is broken.”

God, why had he said that? He should have stopped at I’ll shut up now but Brendan didn’t seem angry. He regarded Joshua intently.

“You’re not wrong. I know a lot of my friends felt that way. Eventually many of them drifted off, like they couldn’t build a bridge to me and Kirsten and our pain. It’s all right. I don’t want to go through my life never talking about Connor. I just can’t promise I won’t cry.”


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It's been a strange set of months for me lately. The writing has been way down between depression, work and my ability to focus (ADHD, Depression, diabetes converging)

However, I did get some writing done during the boring parts of my convention. I'm not sure I'll find a home for a Steampunk Christmas story but I tried it any how. It's nearly done.

I spent the plane ride to Utah and back again editing Blood Red Roulette. I'm shocked at how rough areas where, things I should have caught in earlier edits.

And my flash fic Falling Water has been selected for Queer Sci-Fi's flash fic anthology, Renewal. That made me very happy. The winners in the contest haven't been announced yet but even if I'm not a winner, I'm proud to get selected to be in the anthology again.
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Sorry everyone, still trying to catch up with last week's. Hopefully this week will be less insane as I'm no longer out on a convention.

This one is slightly longer by a few sentences so forgive me but it needed it to make sense. Brendan and Josh are in his vehicle leaving the Ridges and Brendan has found Josh's sketch book and has been looking at the wildlife drawings he's done when he comes across something else.



“And this one is amazing.” Brendan held up the sketch of his character, John Archer, done with John running through the woods.

Joshua’s face went redder than the stop light he braked for. “God, I forgot it was in there!”

“It’s not like you haven’t already outed yourself as a geek a dozen times over.” Brendan chuckled. “I think it’s a great piece of fan art.”

Joshua’s blush spread as his heart jitterbugged. “Thanks.”

“John was Connor’s favorite character. He would have loved this.” Brendan’s voice broke.

Joshua glanced over and saw the tears forming in Brendan’s eyes. “I am so sorry. I don’t really know what to say because nothing I could say would help.”


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Still using my dreamwidth because my webmaster was gone last week and I'm at a convention in Salt Lake City this week (I got to hear a lecture by a Nobel Prize winner! How awesome is that?)

Continuing with These Haunted Hills with a very unromantic snippet I'm afraid. they're talking about the Ridges insane asylum.

Since I'm traveling I can't share a picture of the windows they're talking about but you can read up on the Ridges here if you want.


Joshua led Brendan closer to the building before pointing up to the window. Iron scroll work in pretty spiral patterns covered them. “Like I said, Dr. Kirkbride wanted the asylum to be pretty, less like a grim jail. So instead of iron bars, he made it into decorative metalworking hoping it would help lift their spirits.”

“It is pretty though I’m betting it didn’t help much.”

“Doubtful, especially when you know countless icepick lobotomies happened in this place.”

“Chilling.”



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Say hi to Carolyn everyone. I'm happy to have someone on my blog who loves SF as much as I do!

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Raise your hand if you love science fiction and romance. Did you “ship” or “slash” Star Trek before shipping or slashing was a thing? Did you swoon over Mal’s tight pants in Firefly and wish that he and Inara would just profess their love already? Do you root for Miles Vorkosigan and his space-faring mercenaries, for the Liadens and their beloved ships, for the Jagernauts of the Ruby Dynasty, for the humans and aliens who live and love amongst the stars in novels by Elizabeth Moon, Tanya Huff, Susan Krinard, Linnea Sinclair, Wen Spencer, C.J. Cherryh, Ann Aguirre, S.L.Viehl, Karin Lowachee, and more?

If so, you love romantic science fiction as much as I do—in particular, the subgenre known as romantic space opera. The classic rocket ship, standing tall and proud, might have seemed the sole property of men during the golden age of science fiction, and romance might have been considered too melodramatic a topic by authors interested solely in nuts and bolts. But those days are long past. Romance has taken hold of the rocket and launched love into space alongside logic. (Ah, Spock, making logic so fascinating, so swoon-worthy.)

If rockets were once the province of men, then the genre was ripe for romance. Consider the romances you’ve read that aren’t science fiction. Who are the heroes? Cowboys and ranchers, dukes and princes, bodyguards and sheriffs, doctors, bosses, and men in kilts. Certainly the astronaut in his shining silver ship belongs in that list of Alpha males (as well as in the list of equally attractive Beta techno-geeks). Romance successfully colonized science fiction and space opera, chartering new territory and turning gender roles on their head: in the futures depicted in M/F romantic science fiction today, the heroine might just as easily be the ship’s pilot, or the war-hardened mercenary, or the talented mechanic, the hero might just as easily be the abducted beauty, or the talented cook.

I fell in love with the blending of romance and science fiction many years ago, when I read Anne McCaffrey’s Restoree. In that intersection of science fiction and romance, I found hope: hope that humanity will survive, expand, explore, learn, love—that we will evolve and will continue the great journey of life beyond the bounds of this Earth; hope that love will conquer pain, death, isolation, the small and great indignities of life—that it will elevate us beyond selfish solitude.

That same hope sparked my most recent novel, Beneath the Skin, a M/F science fiction romance, which was published recently by Venus Ascending.

Buy Beneath the Skin here

BOOK BLURB:

In a dystopian future, a healer and a shapechanger join forces against a ruthless alliance of powerful families.

Aleta Graham is a healer and empath, abilities that make her a useful pawn for the Dagarro family, who have addicted her to the drug known as Sand in order to keep her submissive. But Aleta is determined to overcome the influence of the drug, and make a desperate bid for freedom — even knowing that the penalty for disloyalty to the family is death.

Riven is a shapechanger, a computer genius, a spy sent by the government to destroy the power of the Dagarro. By taking on multiple identities he becomes at once Aleta's dearest friend and most feared enemy. But in growing closer to Aleta, Riven imperils her, himself, and his mission.


EXCERPT (850 WORDS):


BENEATH THE SKIN
by Carolyn Hill





Chapter One

The drug was wearing off. Aleta Graham’s head ached and her hands shook as she leaned against a pair of diamond-studded urns embedded in the ballroom’s wall. She fought the drug’s deadening effect and focused on one clear fact: she must escape, now, while they were all preoccupied with Joanna’s wedding.

Aleta peered out from behind the enormous porcelain vase that shielded her from the wedding guests. Joanna was waltzing across the low-friction floor in the arms of her groom. Above the dance floor, the orchestra wheeled in the air, bows sawing across strings, drums booming, cymbals chiming. The music rattled Aleta’s nerves.

She craned her aching neck and stared up, past the orchestra, her burning gaze following the inwardly sloping walls of the ballroom. Each wall was formed of gold and platinum bricks, covered with precious containers of various sizes and shapes: fine art and irreplaceable antiquities, all useless now, set permanently in the metal, an extravagant display of the Dagarro Family’s wealth. Five stories above, beyond a clear ceiling, lay the airless moon’s surface and the void of space.

Withdrawal sank talons deep into Aleta’s chest. She gasped and bent double. Dear God, she wanted . . .

Escape, she must focus on that. She wanted to escape. While Joanna smiled in the arms of her beloved under the watchful eyes of Dagarro Family security, Aleta trembled and struggled not to scream. She straightened her spine, took one step, then another, and slipped out from behind the urn into the shadows between two marble sarcophagi.

The music changed, and guests poured onto the dance floor in a rainbow of glittersilk gowns and light-washed haute couture. Aleta slid deeper into the shadows, until she could no longer see the security guards. Her wrist itched—a maddening, distracting, incessant itch. She scratched furtively beneath her formal glove. The itch grew worse. She yanked the glove off. Her arm spasmed, and the glove slipped to the floor.

Something moved behind her in the darkest shadows: a man’s figure. Melting? Changing?

Aleta blinked, trying to shake off the hallucination.

Softly, gently, the glove was placed back in her hand.

The fingers of the man who had returned the glove clamped over her velvet sleeve, pushing the fabric up her arm. Looming above her, he studied the fading blue spiderweb of lines that streaked her pale wrist.

She trembled again, this time in fear.

Dark on dark he was, dressed all in light-swallowing black silk except for a glowstone earring whose incandescence stained half his jaw a bloody red. The angles of his face were as sharp as the glint in his obsidian eyes.

Darcavon.

He lifted his gaze and met her own. One sculpted black brow rose.

Aleta squared her chin.

Carefully, without touching her skin, he ran a forefinger above the drug’s lingering blue trace at her wrist. “A web not of your own making,” he stated. One heartbeat, two, then Darcavon dropped her arm.

“Trituros wants you,” he said, and stepped past her. As he strode toward the dance floor, light from the cascading candleplants glinted off his tightly bound black hair.

Aleta stood, stunned. Darcavon had seen that she was fighting the drug the family used to enslave her, yet he hadn’t called the guards.

It made no sense. The Darcavon she had always so carefully avoided was a perfect creature of the Family Dagarro, as ruthless as Trituros Dagarro himself, advancing in the household ranks with the cold inexorability of a glacier, intent—so rumor had it—on becoming seneschal.

Her hands shook. He must be setting her up for some later, unguessable purpose of his own.

Pulling the glove securely over her hand and wrist, Aleta peeked around the end of the sarcophagus. The closest guard was looking in her direction. Linked to the family’s security net, the guard knew that Trituros wanted her and that she should leave the ballroom and head toward the patriarch’s office.

She cursed silently to herself and stepped out from behind the sarcophagus. The mouths of the vases buried beneath the clear floor gaped up at her in silent warning. She must be careful—very very careful—or Trituros would know that the drug was wearing off.

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The man who would be seneschal turned and watched Aleta walk toward the arched doorway. Had she seen him change shape? After long years of planning and preparation, had he ruined everything because he had needed a few brief moments to be himself?

He noticed the slight hesitation in the empath’s step as she neared the door guard, and he noted the squaring of her shoulders as she continued past.

The pad of his finger tingled where it had almost caressed her flesh. She had skin as white and cool as purest marble, and eyes as green as ancient jade, lit from within by a fire he’d not seen before in her glance. The family and its drug were banking that fire, enslaving her to their own ends.

But he had ends of his own.

And he would be seneschal, no matter the cost.
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BIO :
Born and raised in the heart of Silicon Valley, I developed an abiding sense of wonder and a fondness for heroic geeks.

By the age of eleven, I was reading all the science fiction I could lay my hands on at the local library, and, because they were shelved together, I was also reading all the fantasy books. Genre-straddling works by Andre Norton gave me the impression that everything I was reading belonged on one wonderful spectrum of imagination and possibility. Andrew Lang’s fairy books (in all their colorful editions) left me with the equally strong impression that Beauty and the Beast is the yummiest folktale ever.

I entered university a chemistry major intending to become an astronaut who would rocket into a brave new future, and I left (or, rather, never left) with a doctoral degree in rhetoric, a dissertation on James G. Frazer’s twelve-volume encyclopedia of magic, science, and religion, and a job teaching writing at the University of California, Berkeley.

And now I write my own science fictional variants of Beauty and the Beast, exploring the romance of the alien, the metaphorical beast in every man, even in the handiest of techno-geeks.

When I’m not writing, teaching, or reading, I’m quilting, playing board games, or hurling heavy objects into the air above my head. Or I’m sitting on the couch, eating almond M&Ms and daydreaming about life amongst the stars.

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Running late as I was traveling across three states today. And now my laptop can't access my wordpress blog (and the reset password link isn't working so my dreamwidth account it is)


Still working on These Haunted HIlls I've dragged some ghost hunting books on my area along with me on the trip. Fun research! Speaking of research I did skip over Josh telling Brendan about the history of the hospital though it did lead into them talking about Brendan coming out to his fans which is where the snippet picks up.

“I can’t imagine coming out to an audience of millions.” Joshua rubbed his arms, chasing away a sudden chill. “Hell, it took me three years to come out to my parents.”

“Were they okay with it, if that’s not prying?”

Joshua wave him off as he topped the curb, leaving grass behind for the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. “They heard me angsting about it on the phone with Travis. I woke up the next day to find a new starship Enterprise on the kitchen table with a note from Dad saying they’ve known for some time I was gay, that they loved me, and that they thought Travis, my boyfriend at the time, was cute. My parents are pretty awesome.”






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I haven't blogged much since the every day in April blogfest and honestly while I DO have something to say in this space I don't have time for it at the moment. Mostly because I have to do edits on my writers group stuff.

And more importantly finish the edits for MLR press on my elves at the anime con story. I couldn't download it thanks to that internet issue. I'm still having it but at least now I can download stuff. I was even able to upload a picture today so maybe I can get onto uploading my steampunk symposium pics.

I'm excited to be working with a new press. So far they seem as easy to work with as DSP is so that's really cool. I feel a little spoiled by that.

I am still slowly plugging away at These Haunted HIlls and I'm glad it seems to be popular in Rainbow Snippets.

I all but given up on my Christmas steampunk. I am just swamped and a little depressed, neither making it good for writing.

I DID start something for a horror anthology but it's gone. I know I typed it but I've looked all three places I would have saved it and there is nothing. Luckily I haven't lost much but still, annoying.
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I know I owe comments from last week. My internet has been hooking up at .09 mbps so welcome 1998. I can't load much of anything. I'm back up to a full .6 mbps today (when it's actually on) so hopefully I can do better! (But no accompanying picture today because there's no prayer of even loading the page let alone uploading anything).

I'm still working with These Haunted Hills. I've skipped ahead just a little to the next chapter where Joshua takes Brendan to the Ridges (the Athens Lunatic Asylum) to talk ghosts. It's a tad over six sentences (I think it's 8, just like last week.) This time they're out of the graveyard and going up to the asylum itself.



"We have a vague pentagram of cemeteries in Athens. You might want to Goggle the spiritualist movement origins of the city. I could take you up to the weeping angel statue, right up from that coffee shop we were in, but she’s not the cool Dr. Who kind of angel.”

Brendan chuckled. “You are such a geek.”

“As advertised.” Joshua thumped his chest.

“I’ll be happy she’s not a Whovian angel. I’m not up for quantum locked villains on our first day.”

“I’m definitely not the only geek climbing this hill.”


If you'd like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It's been fun and you can find it <a href=" https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/"> here.</a> Be sure to check out all the offers! It's been a great supportive group!

“No, you are not.” Brendan shielded his eyes against the afternoon sun. “This place is huge. I can’t imagine being locked up here.”


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Missed last week because I was at the steampunk symposium in a hotel with the world's most unreliable internet and then went right into finals week so I wouldn't have had time to read anyone's. Technically I'm at graduation today but I'll have the rest of the week to read.

I'm still working with These Haunted Hills. I've skipped ahead just a little to the next chapter where Joshua takes Brendan to the Ridges (the Athens Lunatic Asylum) to talk ghosts. It's a tad over six sentences (I think it's 8)

Brendan stared at his feet, toes near a cracked, small boxy headstone bearing only a number. “They didn’t even give them names, not even in death.”

Joshua swallowed hard. He hadn’t planned to bring Brendan to the Ridges’s cemetery when he drove the man up to the old asylum. He didn’t want to stir up shit memories for the man. Coffee at the Donkey cafe had gone well. Brendan didn’t fuss at all as Joshua helped him put the sites he most wanted to see in a logical order for them to attack them. Better yet, once he’d settled down and realized Joshua truly wasn’t going to fanboy all over him, Brendan chatted with him like they’d been buddies for years. He didn’t want to lose that. “No, there are records somewhere with the names but no one came to claim these poor people.”



This is from the above mentioned graveyard. You can see the numbered headstone in the back (though Margaret's family at least gave her a named stone too). I pulled the freaking corn out of the grave before I left her.

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If you'd like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It's been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It's been a great supportive group!
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Z is for zen. I try to achieve a zen-like state daily. Oh, I suck at it but I try. I used to have my struggles with zen in my author bio until I changed it to fit my geeky brand a bit better. I tend toward a type A personality with a trigger temper. If anyone thinks changing your temper is easy is either a bit deluded or just plain misguided. I have mellowed in my middle age but still it’s bad.

I’m a high stress sort. I’ve broken four teeth grinding them. I’ve clenched ground and otherwise aggravated the fuck out of my TMJs so badly I now have arthritis in my jaw. I used to be a medical doctor, a high stress job. Teaching and writing have a lot of high stress moments too (what job doesn’t, am I right?) so I started looking into zen meditation.

I’m not looking for enlightenment. I’ll never be perfect. I’m mostly looking for a pressure valve so I don’t break more teeth, punch another wall, have a heart attack etc. (I leave pummeling people to fiction. If you displease me, you may meet a truly gruesome fictional end).

I’ve read up on meditation. I’ve done free meditation sessions via the Chopra Center. I’m not really living in an area where I can go to classes for this sort of thing.

More than a class, I wish we had a zen garden around here. The nearest Japanese garden is 80 miles away at Dawes Arboretum (Still want to go). Or any gardens. I have the hills but sometimes hiking them can be dangerous alone. I feel more calm surrounded by greenery though. I tend to get more out of that than I do out of actual meditation.

I may never be perfectly zen. I can only do my best and if I get some benefits from my attempts, that’s all I need.

And I survived the A to Z challenge. This was fun. Thanks for putting up with me for the month. I appreciate all the people who stopped by. I’ve enjoyed stopping by other people’s blogs. Thanks to our host as well.

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