Another Healing

Another Healing

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas and Interview Link

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday filled with love!

And for a special holiday treat, here is the link to a podcast interview of myself and Josh from Notice!

Click Here


Friday, December 21, 2012

Winter Solstice 2012

Usually on the Solstice, I like to go for a long walk and think about the turning season and reflect on where I am in the universe and where I've been since the Sun and the Earth were in this spot last year. However, today marked the end of my second full week back at school after surgery, as well as being very, very busy and very, very stressed. Last night we had an insane windstorm that knocked out our power until noon, which set me up for a grumpy day since I didn't get to start off with my shower. So when I got home, as soon as I'd dealt with everything I needed to deal with, I took a long, hot shower. That meant that when got ready to take my walk, it was dark, and raining. We've had snow all week, but it disappeared today. 

So I went out on the porch and took a photo looking into my house, and a photo looking out, and reflected that I'm still here and the world hasn't ended, or if it has, I haven't noticed, and called it quits.

Happy Winter Solstice, everyone!

Monday, December 3, 2012

Night of Ceremony is accepted!

Very excited -- this morning I signed a contract with Torquere Press for my next novella, Night of Ceremony, to be published. This is the next in the Varian and Josh saga. It starts soon after A Sky Full of Wings ends.

The guys are married, they have a baby, they have a real Old One and his partner as their friends, and man, do they have problems!

I wrote this story last summer. I was having kind of a rough time with health issues and family stress, and even though I had some other writing projects in mind, I realized that I needed to write this story, then. Comfort writing, like macaroni and cheese. Comfortable, familiar characters. Friends.

Two surgeries later, I'm okay, and the book is going to be published. Along with my "real" family and friends, I credit Varian and Josh for getting me through some tough stuff.

Did I do some revisions while on Morphine? That, I'm going to leave for you readers to decide.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

It's Thanksgiving!

A day to share with those you love. I hope you all enjoy some wonderful moments.

Monday, November 12, 2012

The Glass Man's New Cover!

I just got a copy of my new cover for The Glass Man, which was my very first published story with Torquere! Like my new cover for Ice, I took advantage of Torquere's offer to replace their older covers with new ones that didn't have their old logos on them.

And, I'm proud to say, I actually took this photo. Yes, that is, in fact, my own left hand! It was no easy feat, shooting with one hand, trying to keep the rose wet so and in the right position so I would get the effect of my star filter, and trying to hurry before I lost the sunlight. I shot this on the edge of my swimming pool, so the blue in the background is actually water. The new cover should be available shortly.

Here's the blurb:

Seductive and passionate, Zalen is the perfect sex slave. But his owners don't know the past that Zalen is hiding,, and no one sees the pain in his soul that he seeks to drown in the oblivion of sex. Until one night when he is bought by a radiantly beautiful young lord with a penchant for roses who asks for the one service Zalen is afraid provide -- love.

By the time Zalen realizes that the touch he craves is the touch of a rose, it is going to take every bit of the lord's love to set Zalen free again. 

And here's an excerpt:

A woman answered his knock, and he saw from her downcast eyes and uniform that she was a servant. "Zalen?" she asked, and he nodded. 
"The lord of the house would like you to wait in the ballroom at the end of the hall. He asked that you tell him he is the most beautiful man you've ever seen."
"All right," Zalen said. 
"Your money will be on the table when you leave." She patted a marble table beside the door, next to a vase of red roses.
 Zalen nodded, and then reached out and took one of the flowers from the water. The servant smiled. "I think you have the right idea," she said, and then turned and slipped away. 
The ballroom was large and marble-tiled. Hanging from the ceiling was a magnificent chandelier dripping with precious stones, but it was not lit. The ballroom was the loneliest one  Zalen had ever seen, and he'd performed in many before coming here. The acoustics would be good, he thought, turning around, gauging the place. He imagined his band set up on the stage, imagined climbing the stairs to take his place, holding his breath as the first chord flew from his fingers, filling the room with sound. 
Lost in memory, he didn't hear anything until the lord of the house was halfway down the sweeping staircase. As Zalen turned and saw him, in his mind he was still the musician, still full of music, not the slave. 
And the first words came from his mouth without a thought. "You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen." He held up the rose. 
The lord smiled and flushed. His hair was long, silky, and black, his eyes crystal blue, and the red robe that swirled around his slender form sparkled with jewels. Radiance clung to him. 
Zalen knelt with the rose clasped to his breast, and then raised his head and offered it.

Buy The Glass Man HERE

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Thanks, everybody, for reading!

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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Leather and Love: How Romance Helps Stamp Out Hate

Charity Sip Blog Hop

Those of us who wrote short stories for Torquere's Charity Sip Blitz to benefit NOH8 have been asked to write a few words on how romance can help stamp out hate.

To me, that's pretty simple. Where there's love, there can't be hate. And romance is all about love.

One of my favorite authors, Katherine Kurtz, was known for writing that humans fear that which they don't understand. She was talking about the way "normal" humans feared the magically gifted Deryni, who lived, often in hiding, among them. I always thought there was a huge parallel between how Deryni were treated in her world and how homosexuals are treated in ours. Whether she intended this or not, I don't know, but as a kid who didn't fit in, I drew a lot of strength from her characters, who endured terrible prosecution before they finally began to find some degree of tolerance, acceptance, and finally, love from the humans around them.

I think that a lot of people in our world don't understand homosexuality, and so they fear it because it represents something different from what they've always understood. And fear easily turns to hatred, which leads to violence and even more hatred. To me, one way to break this cycle is to help people understand that which confuses them. What better way to understand something than to get inside the heads of people who practice it? And where better to read about love than in romance stories?

And hence, romance can help stamp out hate.

The theme for this year's Charity Sips was leather, to celebrate the ninth anniversary of the press. We Torquere authors ran with that theme in all directions.

I took it literally and wrote a BDSM tale about a king who risks everything to spend the night in the caves above his castle, where he can be himself for the first time in his life. It's called Slow Awakening, and it can be purchased by clicking HERE. It's a topic that I wanted to think a bit more about. If readers get into my character's head and realize there's nothing so really different about people who practice BDSM, I feel like my story is a success. I'm thrilled by the reviews and responses that it has been getting. (See some of the review links to the right.)

Anyone who leaves me a comment will be entered into a drawing on November 12 for a free copy of your choice of one of my published works, except for my Charity Sip. You can see a list of them to your right, as well. Stop back here on November 12, when I will announce the winner. Then if you send me an email, I will send you a book.

Thanks for reading!

Monday, November 5, 2012

New Cover for Ice

This entry contains NSFW material

I'm so excited! Ice has a new cover! All of us Torquere authors were given the option of having new covers designed for our older titles that had the old logos like High Ball and Single Shot that Torquere no longer uses. So I took them up on it, and this is what  artist Brandon Clay came up with. I love how cool and clean it is, with just the hint of the famous mist rising from the cubes.

And I must say, I really like this story. It's my science fiction tale set in Acadia National Park. No dragons, but cool magic powers and two very hot men named Tace and William.  Here's the official blurb:

Summer vacation in Acadia and a hot, seductive stranger in a gay bar -- perfect. But a glass full of ice turns Tace's vacation into a nightmare. Before the evening ends, Tace is locked into a chastity device and addicted to the rapture-inspiring vapors that dance out of the cubes known as Ice. Against his will, Tace falls into a secret and dangerous world.

Thirty years later and physically unchanged, Tace is on the other side of the glass of Ice, but it's not as easy finding recruits as he'd thought. At least, not when he meets William, the ideal candidate, and Tace's vision of the perfect man. How can he force Ice onto someone who is holding his heart?

And here's a little bit from the beginning:


Chapter One

The hot, pulsing crowd swallowed him.

Tace pulled off his T-shirt and let it fall from his fingers, raised his arms to the ceiling, and savored the touch of other shirtless bodies against him, all moving to the numbing, pounding music, all lost in the flashing, rhythmic lights. This bar was everything he'd dreamed of -- small, safe, and hundreds of miles from home, where he could be absolutely anonymous and utterly himself. Closing his eyes, he let the music pulse through him and make him its own.

After a while, Tace felt eyes on him. A gorgeous, blue-eyed man, very nicely shirtless and wearing a huge diamond ring on his right hand, moved in a circle around him. From behind, he laid his hands on Tace's shoulders and began to massage to the beat.

God, this was so easy, Tace thought, leaning into the man's hands as they slid down his sides and circled around his waist, pulling him back more firmly. Boldly, one hand went to Tace's groin and massaged there, while the other hand went up Tace's chest to his throat. Lips touched his jaw.

Tace moaned and closed his eyes, allowing this man to claim him without a single word.

The man led him to an empty stool at the far end of the bar and stood behind him. With one hand, the man pressed Tace's head into a bare, muscular chest and kept it there. With the other hand, he signaled the bartender, a very young man who didn't speak or meet Tace's eyes. The bartender brought a single drink in a small, clear glass filled with ice, and left without any suggestion that payment was necessary. Tace thought that was a little odd, but didn't give it another thought as the man who'd claimed him raised the glass. He brought it toward Tace, who started to drink, only to realize there was just ice inside it. No wonder the bartender hadn't charged anything. When Tace looked up at the man behind him in confusion, the man smiled. His blue eyes were so beautiful that Tace lost himself in them.

Then he smelled something unfamiliar, a clean, sharp odor that made him think of skating on the pond on cold winter evenings, when he'd been a child with a family who still accepted him. It was the smell of ice, he thought, and realized the man behind him had brought the glass close to his face again. He glanced down and saw a faint, wispy mist coming from the cubes. They looked perfectly normal. It must be the warmth in the room causing them to vaporize. He breathed in the essence of ice, settling back more firmly against the solid man, letting his eyes close, dimly aware the music was pulsing in and out of his hearing.

He sighed in pleasure as the man's hands began to work down his sides and across his stomach. Both hands. He opened his eyes and saw the glass resting on the bar in front of him now. They were strong, firm hands, hands that could shape and support him, the kind of hands he wanted on him so badly... Hands that slipped inside the front of his jeans and inside his shorts, grasping him firmly.

Vaguely aware that this probably shouldn't be happening here, at the bar, even with only other gay men around, Tace thought about protesting, but he couldn't find the energy, and oh, it felt so good... He moaned and arched backward against the man's firm, solid body, thinking that this was better than anything he'd ever dreamed of, certainly better than anything that had happened the other few times he'd ventured into bars where his own kind congregated.

Ice and music and hands, ice and pleasure and the cold, crisp smell, and hands, and ice, and -- he came. Silently, he collapsed forward against the bar, face on his left forearm, next to the glass of dancing vapors. He gazed at the shimmering cubes, entranced, while the man's hands did something else to him inside his jeans and then withdrew. He couldn't move, his body limp with release like he'd never felt before, his mind swirling like the patterns of mist coming from the ice. He kept breathing and breathing and a cool, tingling rush spread through him and held his body in its quivering embrace, every nerve in him humming with pleasure. Rising and throbbing and swirling and blissful.

It kept going even after someone removed the glass. After a while, Tace raised his head, still caught in the bliss of it all. The man was gone. Tace sat up and turned to look. On the dance floor, men were still dancing, but not so many. The bartender was busy at the other end of the bar. No one was sitting near him. Where had the man gone?

Tace wanted to thank him for the wonderful experience.

When he slid off the stool, he felt something pulling at him. Something wasn't right inside his jeans. Quickly, he located the men's room near the end of the bar, went into a stall, and unzipped. And found a metal device on himself. It had six silver rings that encircled his penis tightly, and one slightly larger one around the base of his scrotum. A solid silver strip connected the rings in the back. It looked like they were meant to be opened -- he could make out a tiny line in the top of each one -- and there was no way this was sliding off, it was so tight. He fumbled for some kind of release mechanism, only to discover a tiny, silver lock up close to his body.



Within a couple seconds, he knew the thing wasn't coming off. Nor was he going to be able to have an erection with it on.

Okay, he thought. So he'd be seeing more of the man with the amazing hands. He hoped. Or else he would eventually have to make a very embarrassing trip to the doctor. No. No one outside this bar could ever know about this. Ever.

Though there was something kind of cool about it.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween!

Remember, the veil between the worlds is thin tonight!

Watch for dragons!

Monday, October 22, 2012


I just came inside from sitting on my swing between our house and the edge of the woods, looking down the valley to Mt. Mansfield. The sun had set and the perfect first quarter moon seemed to sit just above the ridge in a luminous blue sky. My dog lay at my feet, and everything was perfectly still.

So still that I heard the approach of a flock of Canada Geese as though they were flying over the beaver ponds just down the road. But when I finally got my eyes on them, they were high, very high, a single line of maybe a hundred, moving quickly, probably aiming for the fields along Lake Champlain for the night. I wondered where they would be tomorrow at this time, and what would pass beneath their wings before they saw Vermont again.

Then a tiny bat skittered across the air before me. It came right over to me, close to my face for just an instant, just long enough that I could see its eyes looking at me. Then it flicked away. I thought the days were too short and the air too cold for bats -- they hibernate in deep caves for the winter. We've already had several frosts and even snow flurries in the air. But this lone bat was not yet ready for sleep. I watched it diving for the last of the bugs until it got too dark to see it any longer.

Then my dog and I came inside.

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Jump From almost Space

Yesterday, Josh came back from the mall with the baby in time to see Varian and Justin sitting on the couch, absolutely glued to the television. Wells sat in a chair, leaning back with a slight frown. They were watching Felix Baumgartner jump out of the capsule beneath his balloon from the very brink of space.

The moment Josh realized what they were watching, he flung himself onto Varian's lap, clutching him in terror.  "No!" he cried. "Dragons can not go that high! They absolutely can not!"

"Shh," Varian said, holding Josh, but not taking his eyes from the screen.

"He's down," Justin said a few minutes later as the man landed gracefully in the desert, ran a few steps, and then fell to his knees.

"Wow," Varian said.

"No!" Josh said again, shaking Varian a little. "Don't you even think it! Are you kidding me? You have bodily fluids that will boil! You need oxygen! You need air beneath your wings! And it's too cold!"

"Yeah, but did you see the view?" Varian breathed.

"No!" Josh wailed.

"I actually think we were fairly close to that point," Justin said quietly. "The first time we flew together."

Varian nodded slowly. "I'm thinking that, too."

"Are you insane?" Josh whispered.

"No," Wells said quietly. "They have one thing no human will ever have."

"Wings?" Josh asked.

Wells smiled. "Magic."

Monday, October 8, 2012


I love rocks, and water, and fall foliage reflections. These have all three. (And I love Vermont, too!)

Friday, October 5, 2012

Fall Sky

Here's some more photos that Josh took -- who could resist going for a fly into a sky like this over Vermont in full foliage? He and Varian sure couldn't!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Hummingbird Update

Evening Update:

She's still here! She kept coming every little while right up until dark. What a sweetie! I hope she finds many more feeders on her way, and that she has a safe trip south.

And I just finished writing a rough draft of a wicked strange story I'm calling Webs. If you thought Slow Awakening was weird...

Last Hummingbird?

Keep your hummingbird feeders out a little longer, at least if you live in New England!

The last of my regular summer hummers left last week, but just now a beautiful little female dropped in. She is clearly a migrant coming down out of Canada -- she fluttered around the unfamiliar feeder for a moment, trying to figure out how it worked, and then she settled on a perch and fed for about three solid minutes without fluttering a wing. The only things moving were her tongue and her throat. I didn't move, either, so as not to scare her.

When she was finished, she zipped over to the nearest apple tree and preened for a little while, getting her feathers in order. She's come back twice to the feeder in the last fifteen minutes. I cracked my window open even though it's chilly out, just to hear the magic hum of her wings. It's got to last me through a long, cold winter.

She may stay here a few hours, or a day, to replenish herself before continuing on to Mexico, or her last few sips may have been enough and she'll head on south this afternoon. If I could transform into a hummingbird...

Oh, that's right! Dragons are my thing.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Slow Awakening

And the Charity Sips are officially out! It's always fun to be part of a big project like this; one of twenty-seven stories being released today to benefit a good cause.

The theme for this year's Charity Sip Blitz is "leather." This was chosen because it's Torquere's ninth anniversary, which is the leather anniversary. Of course BDSM came to mind when we writers were informed, but we were assured we could explore anything to do with leather in our stories.

I, however, saw leather, thought BDSM, and wrote BDSM. Readers who are used to my Notice series are going to think, "Wow." But if you remember all the way back to my first Torquere story, The Glass Man, readers are going to think, "Oh, yeah." On the Torquere heat scale of Bell Pepper, Chile Pepper, Jalapeno, and Habanero, this is a Habanero. I'm not sure what got into me, but it sure was fun!

There were two covers designed for the Charity Sips this year. One has certain -- ahem -- equipment shown, and the other does not. When my editor sent me my copy of the story a little while ago, it had the "equipment" cover. I might have blushed. Just a little.

Here's the official blurb:

In the hills above the castle are caves where, rumor has it, "things" are done to men that leave common soldiers glazed with pleasure. A good king should not even think about such things. If he was caught in the caves, he could lose his crown, if not his life. But to deny forever what he is could cost him his sanity. The night the king visits the caves will either be a night of ecstasy, or a night of doom. It might also be the night he finds the other half of his soul.  

Here's the official excerpt:

In his power, I waited for whatever he would do next.

His fingers pressed my eyelids closed. "Lie still now," he said. "Close your eyes and listen to my voice. Let it surround you. Let it be all that you hear. All that you think. All that you know."

I felt myself going boneless. His fingers stroked a lock of my hair back behind my ear. It felt strange, almost as though I'd done it myself, and yet it had been his hand, not mine. No one had ever touched me like that before. Men knelt to me, kissed my hand, but never touched me. Even my servants who helped me dress meticulously avoided contact. To them, my crown was sacred. I was sacred. And the concept that I had wants, feelings, needs, was an impossible notion to grasp.

I should have been expecting his touch on the leather bag again. But it came so unexpectedly and so roughly that I bucked on the table, screaming around my gag. Again, he triggered such a deep response that I struggled until exhaustion brought me back down. His voice went on and on, caressing me, soothing me like sun on a summer day, like gentle wind swirling across a sandy beach. I gave in to him, and he washed through me like the tides that bathed the shores of my country.

And here's my cover:

I hope people enjoy my venture into the world of Habanero. I sure did!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

It's Charity Sip Time Again!

I can't believe it's that time already, but tomorrow, the Charity Sips will be released! This will be my third year to participate. My first story was The Rosebud, my second story was My Boyfriend Has a Scar, and this year my offering is called Slow Awakening. I won't say much yet about it, except that it is a bit of a departure for me. In fact, I'm not sure what got into me, except that it was a lot of fun.

Tomorrow, I'll post the cover and an excerpt.

For now, this is the official scoop from Torquere Press:

For 2012-2013, Torquere's authors have chosen the theme "Leather Bound" in honor of Torquere's ninth anniversary. The ninth is traditionally the leather anniversary, what better theme to let GLBTQ writers go wild. The charity which will benefit from this year's Charity Blitz is NOH8, whose mission is to promote marriage, gender and human equality through education, advocacy, social media, and visual protest. More than twenty five authors have written short fiction pieces and have agreed to donate all proceeds of the sales of these stories to this year's charitable organization. Torquere Press Inc. will match the authors' donations completely.

This year, we're also pleased to announce that our distribution partner, Rainbow eBooks, has agreed to once again be the title sponsor of our Sip collection, and will be our sole distributor outside of the Torquere Books website. Please support our sponsor by visiting them at

Friday, August 31, 2012

Blue Moon!

There is a beautiful blue moon rising over the tree outside my window tonight, filling my whole yard with beautiful blueness! My window is wide open and full of the sounds of crickets. It will be a great night for owls and coyotes, and yes, dragons!

Friday, August 24, 2012

My Divining Rods

I am most excited. Last summer, a good friend of mine went to England and came back with a pair of divining rods. This summer, she returned to England, and I asked her to pick me out a pair. I figured that maybe ones that came from the Old World where my ancestors are from would be more sensitive than ones made here. Last night she gave me the pair she had picked out, and I am most excited. I just spent an hour walking around outside with them, and they are so much more sensitive than the pair of bent coat hangers I had been using.

 First I went over places where I know I've gotten reactions before, like where the buried electrical cable runs from the pole to the corner of our house and over the septic system (proof that magic is practical). Then I started getting strange reactions in the side yard that I couldn't figure out until I remembered that several years ago, we had our internet service provider bury a cable up to the house. Now I know exactly where that is.

With my coat hangers, I was only able to find electrical cables and metal, but my news rods reacted to water as well. I picked up a hose lying on the grass, and they went quite wild when I held them over the swimming pool. But the strongest reaction I got was when I held them over the electrical box where the power comes into the house. They started swinging really wildly and I began to get that unpleasant, painful feeling I get when I put jumper cables onto the battery of a car. (I avoid doing that at all costs after my hands ached for hours the last time.) So I went back and held the rods over the pool for a while to calm down, but I'm still feeling a little queasy as I write this and my hands are tingling. I shall stay away from electrical boxes after this.

I don't claim to understand or explain how this works, but right now my stomach is giving me no doubt that it does.

Monday, August 13, 2012

A Rainbow and a Sunset

Josh insisted that I post these. The reason, he says, that the horizon line is crooked is because he took this shot from Varian's back and Varian banked a little just when he pressed the shutter. Naturally. But how often do you get to see a rainbow coming down into water?

Afterward, he got this shot. Obviously taken from a dragon's back -- how else would you get so close to the clouds?

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Great Trip!

The view from Ferry Beach State Park in Saco, Maine, just as the fog started to roll in. The water was chilly but nice. Refreshing for the soul.

Immature Great Black Backed Gull 

Wave Art

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Taking a Break

We are heading to the coast for two days with the intention of visiting a college with my daughter but with the real purpose of letting me put myself into salt water to keep me from shifting into mermaid form. Fresh water only works for so long, and then I need to immerse myself in the real stuff. And if a fried clam gets in my way, its odds for survival are not good.

I need a break from reality in the worst way right now. My summer of writing turned into a summer of doctor's offices and very long needles, but all is well now and I am going to be producing prose like mad for the rest of it.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Into the Sunset...

Josh is such a hopeless romantic! He loves sunsets almost as much as he loves rainbows. He wants to fly off into this one with Varian. I don't blame him.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Varian and Josh Writing Prompt

This is a bit of silliness I wrote last winter from a writing prompt when I was hosting Torquere Press's Live Journal page. I posted it earlier with my other responses, but I thought I would re-repost it here with a sidebar link to it. This little story has stuck with me -- it's the only thing I've ever written from Josh's point of view. It takes place around the time of "The Dragon and the Mistletoe."

These are the words I was given to use were:
Varian and Josh

True Love

Well! Here I am, there's my van, and it's stuck in the mud. It's dark and cold, and my lover man never has his phone on...


"My knight in shining armor! It's your damsel in distress! Come save me from the encroaching cold and darkness. Pluck me from the teeth of disaster! And afterwards, have your wicked way with me!"

"Josh? Where the hell are you?"

"Beset by grave peril. I'm standing beside my mired chariot."

"Damn it, Josh, I warned you that parking lot was going to turn into mud today! You had to park down there?"

"How else was I to load the works of my soul into my chariot?"

"You could have waited for me to come and help you lug your paintings out the front door."

"Perhaps I wanted you to spend your energy on... other pastimes?"

"Josh, when have I not had energy for that? Listen, I've got another hour of faculty meeting to sit through. We're having a coffee break right now, or else you wouldn't have caught me. Can't you wait in the studio?"

"Alas, the keys are in the van."

"Well, get your feet muddy and get them out."

"The keys to the van are in the studio."

"Josh... Hang on. Arnold, I'm sorry, I've got to go. Josh has locked himself out of his studio and his keys are locked in the van. Yeah, I know. No, I don't think I'll be back in time -- he's stuck in the mud, too. No, no, I can pull him out. We'll be fine. I'll see you Monday."

"Knight in shining armor, winged warrior of the sky, you are a gift to my soul!"

"I love you, too, Josh."

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

A July Evening

This is one of those sticky, steamy summer evenings with thunder in the distance and a gentle rain falling that makes me think about winter and driving snow and temperatures below zero. On a night like that, I would have been tucked up in my jammies with a mug of hot chocolate and settled down for an evening of writing hours ago.  Now I'm trying to spend an evening writing, but I'm thinking how I should go pull a few weeds or take the dog for a walk or go hang out with my neighbors for a little while, and...

Yeah, summer days are great, but they're also long, hot, and tiring. I feel as though I should use every precious moment of them, and I feel so guilty that all I want to do is lie down and read something that I don't have to think about revising!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Long and Short Reviews

Today, I have a guest blog over on the Long and Short Reviews site. Exciting stuff!

To pop over and check it out Click Here

Monday, July 2, 2012

Last Night's Sunset and Today's Rainbow

Josh is just passionate about both these photos and made me post them immediately. There's no arguing with that guy. He thinks I caught three dragons in the sky over the sun.

And the double rainbow is for him and Varian. Of course.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Interview and New Review!

What a cool day! An interview I did recently for Top 2 Bottom Reviews has been posted on their blog today, and following it is a really nice review of Notice. The links are on the sidebar to the right. Check them out.

Thank you, Top 2 Bottom!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Solstice and Provincetown

I think it's appropriate that A Sky Full of Wings was, by chance, released on the Summer Solstice. I'm very tuned into these patterns of change in my world, and it just feels right somehow that Varian and Josh's wedding leaves the depths of my computer and flies into the world on the day the planet is closest to the sun.

Both my children were born on full moons. The oldest was born one day early, and my youngest was born nine days late, just so they both hit the full moon, I'm quite certain. I'm just weird that way, I guess.

Anyway, I'm feeling much better than yesterday, thanks to a real bed and a clean bathroom.

We spent the most interesting part of our trip out on Cape Cod, where I had an amazing time walking around Provincetown for the first time in my life and enjoying the gay community. Now, on the dead end dirt road where I live in northern Vermont, there are twelve houses, and three of them are owned by same-sex couples. After all, Vermont was the first state to recognize civil unions and gay marriage followed soon after. But I gotta say, the mood in Provincetown was a little different than here at home, and I was only there in the morning. I'm told that nighttime is even more... more.

I couldn't help but picture Varian and Josh walking around Provincetown, sauntering up the docks, and sitting on the beach, and browsing the stores. Yes, I went into one of those stores, and did a quick look around, and left. Much the way Varian probably would have. After all, he's not a prude, just... quiet. Josh, on the other hand, would have declared, "Oh my God, look at THAT!" and headed right for whatever had caught his eye. Then he would have turned to the clerk and said, "Not that we need any of this, mind you, my  husband is utterly amazing." But then he might have turned back and said, "Um, on the other hand, this could be interesting..."

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Release Day

And it's out! The Sky is Full of Wings!


And I just got back from three days of camping in a tent in a campground with the nastiest bathroom I've ever seen in my life and I'm deathly sick and it's over ninety degrees and tomorrow I will celebrate this release. Tonight I am just going to be VERY glad that I'm home.

But thank you everyone who has helped make this release so amazing -- for all who read and/or commented on my LJ hosting over the weekend, and all who watched the trailer, and everyone who helped me publish this story, and I so hope that everybody enjoys it, and I really need to go to sleep now.

Monday, June 11, 2012

There it is! How cool is this?

June 20th is the big day!

I'm getting psyched.

I'm making a visual interpretation to go along with this story. (Otherwise known as a book trailer.) Which, with any luck, everyone will get to see it this Saturday, June 16th, when I will be hosting the Torquere Live Journal  and celebrating the release of this seriously cool next addition to my Notice Series.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

More Spring

Irises, growing beneath the window on the side of one of the old buildings on my ancestral farm.

Bleeding Heart, growing through an old foundation.

Isn't it amazing that these foundations and the building have stood here over a hundred years? Through Vermont winters? I love the endurance of this place. 

Do you think the people who made all this had any idea?

Monday, May 21, 2012

In the Pool

Eighty degrees (air, not water) and I was in this weekend. For the record, I was in Lake Champlain, as well. Yes, it was cold. No, I didn't care. I NEED to swim, I need water, and I feel like I'm waking up from winter hibernation at last.

The cats are happy, too.

Friday, May 18, 2012

International Migratory Bird Day

Tomorrow, May 19th, is International Migratory Bird Day!

Celebrate by visiting your local Audubon Center, or if you can't, then go outside for a walk wherever you are, find a bird, and take a moment to appreciate it. They're wonderful, they're beautiful, and some of them fly thousands of miles every year.

Maybe they're why I like dragons so much.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Swimming Pool!

Most people pick a warm, sunny weekend to open their pools. We decided to start it Sunday afternoon, ran out of time, found out we had a broken valve-thingy, and I dumped a whole bunch of dead leaves in by accident when we were pulling off the cover. All this means that we've been opening the pool in the evenings after dark all week, one stage at a time. But at least I got a cool photo of the pool by night! Since this is when I do most of my swimming anyway, this looks very natural to me

Finally, it's up and running, and the temps are supposed to be in the seventies (air, not water) this weekend. I am so going swimming! Can't wait!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Vermont Spring

I'm very excited. My first hummingbird (male, Ruby Throated) arrived last night just before it got dark. I felt most upset because I didn't have my feeders up yet. Usually I have plenty of warning when they're approaching because I follow a birding e-list where people all over the state write about what they're currently seeing, and usually I can track the hummingbirds as they move north. But this little guy must have flown straight to me from South America, proving that he'd been here before by landing on the bracket where I hang the feeder and looking in at me reproachfully. So I dashed around, and within half an hour, he had food. He's been coming all day today. More males will start arriving soon, and in a week or so, the females will arrive. May 4th sets a record arrival. They usually arrive between the 6th and the 10th. Now I'm waiting for the orioles and thrushes, and then the whole gang will be here.

An Eastern Bluebird below has been checking out my boxes, but I don't know yet if this will be a lucky year.

For those people who aren't lucky enough to live in Vermont in the spring...

A Red Trillium

Eastern Bluebird

My waterfall

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Saturday, April 21, 2012


It's school vacation next week, and thank goodness, because I was ready to explode. I feel for folks who have real jobs, though I'll be reminded of that when I get half a paycheck next time around. But for now, all is good.

I am going to wrestle Another Healing into shape this week... and go to my daughter's senior recital, her honors convocation, and a concert she and my husband are both playing in, and take lots of photos, and enjoy spring birding with friends, and bake a million cookies for the reception I'm supposed to be putting on after the senior recital, and maybe do some fun reading, and sit on my patio doing absolutely nothing!

Yesterday was Gay Awareness Day at my school, and this is the ribbon I proudly wore.

End the bullying!