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Sometimes I get nostalgic for fandom. Over the weekend, there was a Harry Potter convention in Orlando. I’ve never gone to any Potter conventions. Conventions, in general, are counter intuitive to me. Usually I have to be paid to make myself available to throngs of people, not the other way around.

Even though it is theoretically a convergence of people who have the same interests as me, being social on demand is difficult. Especially in person. Frankly, I find it a miracle I even get through a 40-50 hour work week without busting a cap in someone’s ass. Sharing a room at a convention? Feggetaboutit.

But really, conventions are a small part of fandom. And in spite of my curmudgeonly attitude about being social, I do miss the social aspects of sharing my stories. I miss having people quote back parts of my work they found hilarious or scary or whatever. I miss the world and the characters (though arguably, Draco’s never left.)

There were a lot of reasons around pulling away from fandom and not many of them have changed. I see an LJ post by an old friend and recognize the names responding. It makes me a little sad to have lost touch, but then, I also feel like I needed to move on.

This isn’t to say that some of the same issues that haunted fandom don’t haunt the professional world. If anything, some of these darker aspects are heightened because now there’s money involved. But there are also a lot of professionals who don’t make everything personal, who keep that distance, and can agree to disagree.

As much as I’d love to write more fandom work, I’ve gotten myself so obligated professionally, it would have to be pretty short and sweet. I’m hoping the new season of “Merlin” will shake something loose. I keep getting notices from FF.net that people are discovering those shorts I posted and it makes me smile. But we’ll see.

How about you? Did you come to writing from somewhere else and get homesick?

I’m currently doing some research for a new novel/novella I’m writing. I actually started this story from a dream I had, but as all dreams need, there are details that have to be nailed down, hammered out, and otherwise put in their place.

As this is a historical story that I’m pretty sure will be antebellum South, I’m reading about plantations and slaves. No, it’s not a slave story. But it’s part of the life of a planter and they will figure into the plot at some stage, so I’m pawing through some fairly depressing history.

Back when I was 12 I was one of a few students that represented our school in a Texas history competition. This wasn’t because I’m so damn smart as much as my a fairly gossipy Texas history teacher who told great stories got me hooked and the rest of it just stuck. It’s the stories that are interesting, not the dates. At least, to me. And sort of the story of how we are here. Why there are so many damn German towns in Texas, things like that.

What I also discovered were a number of historical houses and tours right here in Austin. There’s even a historical reenactment place not far from my home. History is so much more interesting when you can touch it. Anyway, that’s what I’m currently up to.

Also, I’m going to fire a gun. I know, right? I live in Texas and don’t own a gun or a horse. Actually I did shoot a gun before and rode a few horses, both of which I chalk up to a misspent youth. Now I have to do it alllll over again. Once more, with feeling.

So, other authors share bits from their WiPs and I figured, “hey, I’m an author, maybe I should do that.” So that’s what I’m going to do. Rather than waiting until the end, when I’ve released it and then going back and posting this or that.

Anyway, the story is post-apocolyptic with zombies and the ragtag group of people left to deal with zombies who go bad. It’s silly and growing ever sillier as it goes along, but I hope it will be entertaining. I have a lot of ideas, an outline overflowing with plot points and future bits. All I need now is a few more hours in the day.

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I keep going in circles, coming back to the same conclusion: I need to do more marketing. I need to get out there. I need to shake babies and kiss hands. I need to campaign for hope, change, and people buying my books.

But then, there’s just something skeezy-feeling about running around promoting yourself. It feels needy and like perhaps you didn’t get enough hugs as a child.

There’s this notion that if the story is good enough, the people will come. This is not necessarily true. People read all sorts of really crappy books. And it’s not like McDonalds made such a fantastic hamburger that it’s become incredibly popular.

No, they enlisted a clown and a sockpuppet who supposedly loves their burgers so much that he tries to steal them. And Grimace, wtf is Grimace?

I think what I need is a mascot. I think it’ll be a pink anal plug that I’ll call Proddy. “Proddy says, ‘that’s some good buttsexin’!”

Or something.

So I’m trying out a new look for the site. This is the third time I’ve redone things but they’re all free templates, which is what I’m dealing with until I get bored and do something extravagant.

This is a photo I shot at Fulsom Fair, which makes the t-shirt the bleached blond is wearing about thanking you’re lucky stars that you’re in Texas even funnier to me. That I would later write so much about a pale blond boy wasn’t even in a glimmer in my eye at the time.

The fair, as I recall, was hot. I have lots of pictures of leather daddies hanging out in the streets, swearing, drinking Coke. At the time, I was really into photography and I was meeting a photographer there to chat a little and just soak in the San Francisco experience since I’d never been there.

What impressed me the most weren’t the drag queens or men and women openly showing their love for each other, but the Thai street vendors. Thai food. In the streets. Down here you get funnel cakes and deep fried butter (no really.) Anyway, I don’t remember exactly what I was wearing out there, but it was something goth, fetishy and hot (as in it was 90 degrees and I was melting) so we hoofed it to a bar and people-watched. Good times. I thought it would be fun to have on my blog for as long as this design lasts.

So, like many ebook writers/publishers, my work is being pirated. It’s not in my nature to get overexcited about this, as I have a day job so I’m able to pay my bills. Plus, the majority of my scribblings are available for free online already. You could be quite tired of me as a writer long before you approach work you have to pay for, but I do appreciate anyone who throws a couple of bucks at keeping up with my newer work.

Part of me is pleased at at least my writing is being read. I write mostly for myself, but I put it out there to be shared, to entertain, maybe even enlighten if I’m really on my game. On the other hand, it is my dream to someday shake off this day job to lose myself in new worlds of my own construction. In this limbo, I simply don’t have the time or concentration necessary to dedicate to that.

However, there are a lot of writers who do count on their royalty checks and advances to put food on their table, pay their mortgage or rent—to live on.

I’m not blogging to judge anyone who pirates. That would be extremely hypocritical. I’m definitely guilty of being between jobs and mooching music and movies. But, if the entertainment touched me, when I had a job, I’d pony up a few bucks to have a legal copy. So, if a story touches you, please consider throwing a couple of sheckles to the author by purchasing the ebook.

Finally, I finished editing the book. I was expecting a rougher edit from the book people, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. So naturally, I had to be a prima donna bout my own writing and go in and rewrite several sections. Maybe 5 paragraphs were left unscathed.

So if it’s bad, it’s not the editor’s fault. It’s mine. But then, it’s my name on it, so it should be my fault.

Part of me is nervous since this is self-published. Not that I gave it much of a college try the regular route. Waiting just isn’t in my nature. Not when I know that I can do it myself. And not when I actually enjoy doing a lot of it myself.

Things are moving along. It does look like they’re trying to downplay the gayness of the book, so I’m making some adjustments to the press release and who it’s being sent to. It’s great having somewhere to start from, though. I’m sure in a mass-market way, playing down teh ghey is smrtr, but it is what it is. The book gets far too purple towards the end to pretend. Just the way I like it.

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