I write a lot… tons. Thousands of words per day for various reasons. But when it comes to writing out this newsletter, or whatever you want to call it, I often draw a blank. What do my readers want to read from me? There are a few obvious things, like…
The 3rd book in the ‘Sugar Boys’ series is coming out tomorrow! Creamy is a short novella about two men who want more out of life.
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The 4th and final book in his short series is almost back from my editor and will be going up for pre-order soon, too. Very exciting for me. I liked writing these sweet stories set in a small town.
Then it’s on to other things. I always have more than one project going at the same time. Some of my future stuff is rather more dramatic or grittier than what I’ve put out so far. I’m working closely with some very good friends of mine on two projects that involve homelessness, abuse, and trauma. My personal experience infiltrates these stories, too, but it’s so necessary, I feel, to listen to others who have survived such things. There are too many of us.
…. Tough stuff…
Unfortunately, there will probably be more who have to deal with things the way the country and world is trending right now. Overall crime rates are down. Hate crimes against our LGBTQ+ community are up. Those in power keep making it more difficult to succeed, be ourselves, and live safely. Conversion therapy is legal in more places. Trans military members are being stripped of their right to retire. A Florida teacher was fired for using a kid’s ‘nickname’ instead of the one on their birth certificate.
It never ends. The fight goes on. There are some sparks of light from more loving, forward-thinking places.
The gov of Mass signed a gender-affirming care and abortion shield law in place. A city funded shelter for trans folks opens in NYC.
Things are so divided, and none of it makes sense.
Maybe that’s a part of why I choose to write queer fiction or include diverse representation in the other genres I work on. I know it is. We exist and we deserve to exist. In fact, we deserve more than that. To thrive, to feel safe, and to know love.