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>Drabble: Peaches and Cream

>Peaches and cream stretches out under him, smooth and soft and flushed with desire.

All for him.

A burbling laugh draws his eyes up to take in the dimples and curves, brown swooshes of brow and lash, white flashing in mouth and eyes. Blue-edged black pulls him in, in to hot pink Cupid’s bow and strong muscle darting out to meet his, rough and wet. Tasting of happiness.

Tousled strands slide between his fingertips, alive with warmth and color, caressing his knuckles. Coarse hair scratches his hips, toes tickle his calves, fingernails scratch his back.

His senses open to forever.

>Submitted!

>Short story (~11k) submitted this morning. One more off the table for now.

My remaining priority projects are the holiday-themed short, the novella/novel, and revisions/galleys on the accepted novel as needed.

I think I need to set up a better tracking system so I can keep up with all this!

>There’s A Reason It’s Called A DEADline

>I’ve completed a new short story (currently out for reading before revision/submission) and am tackling my first real challenge: writing to a deadline. I have a month to write and submit a holiday-themed short story. Thankfully, inspiration hit yesterday, so I have a solid idea that should easily fit within the length guidelines. I’m shooting to have it finished by Labor Day, giving me about 10 days for reading/revision before submission. I’ve never been much for deadline writing, so whether the story is completed or accepted, it’ll at least be a good exercise!

>Drabble: Paper Heart

>A hand tugged at Alan’s pants leg. He looked way down into brown eyes looking way up at him.

“Hey, Mikey.” Alan squatted to Mikey’s level. “What’s up?”

Silently, Mikey held out a construction paper contraption. Alan unfolded pink into a lopsided heart with shaky red-crayoned words.

“I’m sorry again. Forgive me again?”

Alan raised a hand to the back of Mikey’s head and kissed the crown. He didn’t turn toward the figure leaning against the doorframe.

“Using your brother as a go-between now?”

Ryan laughed softly. “Just helping Mikey learn his letters.”

He moved closer. Alan met him halfway.

>Sold!

>I’m happy to announced that my novella Model Student has received a contract offer from Dreamspinner Press. I’ll follow up with publication date and details as soon as possible. 🙂

>Drabble: Once Upon A Time

>She stands waiting, watching him shuffle up to the chair on the other side of the scratched plastic barrier. Orange is a bad color for him, she thinks, not for the first time.

Sh pulls out the hard vinyl chair to sit, picks up the phone while the guard helps him with his. “Hi,” she says, trying to smile in response to his blank look.

He doesn’t know her. He hasn’t known her since she was six, when he pulled the trigger and took away her mommy.

She visits him anyway, because once upon a time, he was her daddy.

>Setting Goals

>I’m trying a word count goal for my current work in progress. I’m now at 6,100 words (give or take) and am going to shoot for 50,000, the usual NaNo goal. I’m not going to set an end date yet, just the word count goal, but we’ll see how it goes.

Word count widget from Writertopia

>Drabble: Thirty

>Soot from the dying bonfire drifted past, carried by the last breaths of the windy spring day. Billy sat barefoot in the grass, gazing out across the pond, waiting for the promised private afterparty.

The birthday girl appeared in front him, late as usual, still just as beautiful at thirty as she’d been at eighteen. She straddled Billy ‘s lap, mouth reddened with dye from the fruit punch she’d been drinking. The color made Billy crave a taste.

They kissed, and Billy ‘s eyes fluttered shut as he felt time freeze again, as it always did when he lost himself in Anna.

>Case of the Jitters

>I’ve finished the revisions on my novella and am ready to give it one more once-over and then resubmit.

I’m nervous.

Not to say that I wasn’t nervous on the original submission. I was. But sending out a cold submission, I was prepared for rejection. I wouldn’t have been happy about it, but I know good and well rejections are the rule, not the exception.

A tentative acceptance makes things more difficult. If I mess up the revisions, then I could easily lose out on the acceptance. And that would be more painful because I came so close.

I’m usually pretty good about having confidence in my abilities. I know I can write a good story. I know where my strengths and weaknesses are. I know I’m a good substantive editor and can pick apart holes in a story with the best of them.

But this whole process is new to me, as I’ve said before. I’ve never published original fiction before (other than drabbles). I’ve done a lot of things in the past year I’ve never done before, writing-wise: writing m/m, writing alternate universe fanfic scenarios, writing long stories. And now, writing original fiction for publication. It’s a lot to cram into a fairly short period of time.

At any rate, I’ll be resubmitting my story today, come hell or high water. Wish me luck.

>Works in Progress: Winning the Lottery

>Mark kept up his end of the conversation as they walked, laughing and joking, deliberately working to keep things light. Mark’s stomach twisted a little tighter with every step, nerves trying to get the best of him. He liked Bennett a lot, and unless he’d been misreading everything that had happened since the day of the interview, Bennett felt the same way.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Bennett’s fingers wrapping around his hand. Mark jumped and barely stopped himself from pulling away. He turned his head and met Bennett’s smiling face.

“You okay?” Bennett’s voice held a note of amusement.

Mark laughed and tried to relax. “I’m fine,” he said, twisting his hand to entangle their fingers. “Sorry. I know I’ve been a little …”

“Jumpy?” Bennett grinned.

“Yeah.” Mark shrugged. “It’s just … I told you it had been awhile.” He shot Bennett a look out of the corner of his eye. “I should probably specify that ‘awhile’ means ‘try over two years.'”

Bennett blinked. “Since you’ve … been with someone?”

“By any definition,” Mark said. “No dates, no one-night stands. A couple of makeout sessions that never went any further. So, I’m kind of out of practice with all of this.”

“Well, no pressure,” Bennett said, tugging Mark a little closer to his side. “But I’m really having a great time, and I don’t want the evening to end quite yet.” He stopped in front of a building and nodded. “This is me,” he said, then grinned. “Wanna come up and see my etchings?”

Laughter burst out of Mark. “Please tell me you don’t use that line with every guy you go out with?”

Bennett chuckled as he stepped closer. “Just the ones I really want to get to know better.” He lifted his free hand, fitting his palm against Mark’s cheek, as their laughter died away. “Especially the ones I really, really want to get to know better.”