The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

Last week Z. Allora tagged me for this blog hop.

Here’s how it works. Each author answers ten questions about their book — either a work in progress or an upcoming release — and tags five other authors who talk about their own books the next week, link back to the author who tagged them and tag five new authors. And so on, and so on, and so on. I’m only tagging one author because everyone and their dog has done this twice and also tagging is against my religion. If you are an author and are reading this and want to do it, just leave me a comment and I’ll add you.

1: What is the working title of your book?
This Old Love. It’s after that Lior song but I’m considering other options. The characters say a lot of interesting things that I could use. Considering Living Your T. The characters do sort of have to find themselves but they were childhood friends that find each other again, so it’s got both. If this ever actually gets to an editor (I have a horrible habit of binning finished stories) they may have their own ideas.

2: Where did the idea come from for the book?
When a mommy idea meets a daddy idea and they get married, they birth a book. Then a nice gay couple adopts them after that het marriage doesn’t work because those damn people are ruining marriage.

3: What genre does your book fall under?
Contemporary, m/m. There are drag queens. And a football player.

4: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
I actually had models in mind, so they’d better take some acting classes.

Lindsey, aka Miss Anne Thrope, would be Andrej Pejic.
Actually, if I ever get to screenwriting, that boy had better be ready to start acting a lot. In the category of already an actor and a drag queen, I just love Willam Belli. Check out her fierceness. Lindsey really underestimates his inner strength and has funneled it into his alter ego, Miss Anne Thrope. He’s hilarious, though, and is really a force of nature, even if he isn’t always aware of it.

Hank, aka Hunk, was Sean O’Pry. Matt Bomer is also acceptable since he’s actually an actor. He’d get to put more of a brood on. Or Joe Manganiello. Someone who can brood but who also has the ability for wry humor. He’s pretty lost after getting injured in college football where he can’t play anymore. He took a job at his father’s law firm, but it’s not his dream. He doesn’t really have a dream anymore so he lets his father kind of take over, as he has his whole life, letting the man pick his friends, which is why he was pulled away from being friends with Lindsey in grade school. He bullies Lindsey a bit in high school because of his intense attraction but loses track of him when he goes to college. After his injury, he comes out but feels too broken to really pursue anything but the job he hates.

For Veronica, Lindsey’s femme fatale bff mom, probably Ellen Barkin. She’s a bad-ass mom you wish you had. Vivacious, protective, sarcastic, and tough. I could write a story about her and not even care it was het. She’s maybe a little bit of a cougar, but mostly she just wants a good time.

Prescott is Hank’s rich, controlling father. I could see him as Victor Garber. He’s sort of a weasel, and Garber does that pretty well. In spite of the fact that Hank does everything he asks, he’s still not happy with his son. He tolerates Hank being gay, but he is not happy with the idea of Hank trying to get together with Lindsey, in particular.

ETA. Alaska Thunderfuck as Gay-Sha.

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5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Hank’s having a hard time seeing the point of going on until he discovers an old crush is working as a drag queen at a local club; get together, blah blah blah.

6: Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
LOL an agency? What am I, JK Rowling?

7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Couple of months.

8: What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Some Black Gold with that sort of dual personality/flamboyant star, but with obvious connection to Le Jazz Hot because drag queen, but this is a lot less “your gender is confusing to me” because no one is confused about who Lindsey is. Even to an extent The WASPs in that you have childhood friends, though Lindsey and Hank started close, but then became frenemies. I find writing books cheaper than therapy, so at some point everyone will know what all of my issues are.

9: Who or What inspired you to write this book?
This seems a lot like question 2. You’d think with only 10 questions there wouldn’t be repeats.

10: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
There are drag queens and a performance of “Papa Don’t Preach.” Public sex. Lots of twists and turns, a strange history, two tons of really raunchy jokes. Broken people piecing themselves together.

So I’m tagging my writing partner Thursday Euclid. Hopefully we’ll have his website back up and running otherwise you’ll find his post on jettlovesgoldie.com.

Remember: everyone’s got a nemesis

This isn’t about anything going on at the moment. The last review I received was actually fairly glowing. But, with a new release out, I know (or at least i hope) someone will eventually say something, because really the only thing worse than a bad review is silence.

I know a lot of writers do not read reviews at all. That’s fair. We all do what we need to in order to have space to work and create. I’m morbidly fascinated and fired in the kiln of Harry Potter fandom. So really, I feel like I’m pretty equipped to deal.

That said, whenever I do feel like I need to gird my loins to see what is being said about me, I reflect upon Ambrose Bierce’s criticism of Oscar Wilde.

That sovereign of insufferables, Oscar Wilde has ensued with his opulence of twaddle and his penury of sense. He has mounted his hind legs and blown crass vapidities through the bowel of his neck, to the capital edification of circumjacent fools and foolesses, fooling with their foolers. He has tossed off the top of his head and uttered himself in copious overflows of ghastly bosh. The ineffable dunce has nothing to say and says it—says it with a liberal embellishment of bad delivery, embroidering it with reasonless vulgarities of attitude, gesture and attire. There never was an impostor so hateful, a blockhead so stupid, a crank so variously and offensively daft. Therefore is the she fool enamored of the feel of his tongue in her ear to tickle her understanding.

The limpid and spiritless vacuity of this intellectual jelly-fish is in ludicrous contrast with the rude but robust mental activities that he came to quicken and inspire. Not only has he no thought, but no thinker. His lecture is mere vebal ditchwater—meaningingless, trite and without coherence. It lacks even the nastiness that exalts and refines his verse. Moreover, it is obviously his own; he had not even the energy and independence to steal it. And so, with a knowledge that would equip and idiot to dispute with a cast-iron dog, and eloquence to qualify him for the duties of a caller on a hog-ranche, and an imagination adequate to the conception of a tom-cat, when fired by contemplation of a fiddle-string, this consummate and star-like youth, missing everything his heaven-appointed functions and offices, wanders about, posing as a statute of himself, and, like the sun-smitten image of Memnon, emitting meaningless murmurs in the blaze of women’s eyes. He makes me tired.

Out now: Semi Precious Weapons, a m/m novella

Semi Precious Weapons from Phaze Rocks series:

The second Chris lays eyes on glamazon model Jason in a club, he knows he wants him.

To his great surprise, Jason wants him too.

In spite of being a model himself, Chris still feels like a gangly boy from Texas. After Chris sides with Jason’s frenemy Sebastian, Jason bolts and Chris realizes Sebastian isn’t all that he seems.

Will Chris be able to win Jason back or will he have to live with the regret of losing the one true thing he’d found in the glamorous and fake City of New York?

Sexy model boys all sexy and cute! You know you want to…

And yes, all of this editing is keeping me quiet :)

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