Sorry I haven’t gotten back to any emails and stuff. I don’t even know if I want to go into the last week and all the shit that happened. It’s probably depressing… I dunno. I’m wiped. The skin on my nose looks like a cheese grater got it (it’s from wearing the mask too much.) I’ve been apparently fighting an infection (possibly for weeks now.) Uh, the cats peed on the AC unit outside, which we found out when we turned it on and flooded the house with ammonia + cat allergens (proteins found in their urine.) My brain felt like it was sparking for 3 days, easy. The decent back into madness overnight was pretty fucking terrifying, but at least I still had my grounding of this is chemical sourced.
I spent that time desperately painting the basement floor because we didn’t know it was the AC. We thought it was coming up through the concrete because of the temperature changes now that summer heat has hit. Ended up in the ER cuz I wasn’t peeing—thought my kidneys were dead or something @[email protected]—but yeah, just an infection in an already overtaxed body. Thought the basement was leaking last night but apparently it’s just humidity up in the 70s and condensation pouring like a waterfall off the pipes, so now I gotta find a way to dry it up before mold sets in. I’m currently building a fence for around the AC unit, which cannot be turned on for fear of gassing us dead, and, uh, yeah, being tired.
That’s my thing this week. Just being tired. No writing done (only a little—but I’ve been plotting one of the later books in The Paranormal Academy For Troubled Boys series. It just suddenly hit me.) All my money went into paint and chicken wire and enzyme based urine cleaners (there goes anything birthday related,) and I’m still wondering how my brain is and if it’ll come back fully. Whatever. I shall persevere. I’m reading a collection of short stories for the first time in ages. Stephen King. I’d been meaning to read him forever. He’s good—I mean, he jumps all over the place for seemingly no reason, time traveling in the character’s mind to the point I want to shake him, but I love the immersive experience he creates, not to mention that ever present nostalgia. It’s like I can smell the dust when I pick up the phone to read… Uh, anywho… Focus…
Texas-Based Cat Lovers
Random, but if you’re in the Texas area and have room for a cat or three, Sharon has found herself in a sudden pickle and she needs to find loving homes for her rescued cats, asap. Here’s a poster of everything you may need to know.
Sharon’s awesome; she opened her home to save all these animals. She’s a total survivor, and right now the world is kicking her ass. These cats need homes really soon. Even if you can’t help, sharing this poster may help down the line and I know she’ll really appreciate it. It’s hard enough to lose your home, but when you feel responsible for those little furry buggers who depend on you, it can be heartbreaking to think of your own survival when theirs is in jeopardy.
So they just had the first of a hearing in this trademark debacle this… Friday(?) pretty sure. It wasn’t even the trademark validity, but instead 2 authors and a publicist fighting a lawsuit brought up against them by Hopkins, who claims they’re causing her harm by ignoring her trademark. It’s been crazy, and I can’t imagine the stress these poor people are going through just fighting to be allowed to use a word—one author having published her books before the trademark was even created. @[email protected] It’s bullshit.
From what I can tell of the tweeting, the judge who saw the case doesn’t see much validity in the trademark (but it’s not his call to make on that level) and he’s turned down the injunction filed by Hopkins. Yay! More info about the filed lawsuit
This is the recent book in question. Cocktales It’s an anthology written by romance authors in protest to Hopkins’s Trademark. If you’re interested in finding an easy way to help some of the authors facing legal fees to battle against this cocky atrocity, you can do so by purchasing Cocktales, written specifically to ‘raise funds to fight against obstruction of creative expression.’ Also, here are some links to T shirts and stuff to support the legal fight —All proceeds go to a legal fund established for those affected by suits regarding the #cocky TM and to the RWA (Romance Writers of America) advocacy group.
Uh… I’m going to bed. 3 in the afternoon and I don’t feel bad about it at all. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
MM romance novella. A human drama on a futuristic backdrop set in an unknown time.
You are about to enter the Exalted Sacred Chamber of Pleasure. You are about to participate in the Rite of Ecstasy. All humans of Android City must go through this rite to honor the body-temple while they are still young and have all their natural human attributes.
You are unwilling, unsure, unhappy, and you are a cocky, defiant prince who hates his life.
Your story began when your one true love left when you were twelve and you barely knew what love was. You never got over it. You named him your number one archenemy. And you have decreed, as Prince Night of Android City, that no one touches your royal ass. No one.
Nevertheless, your father the cyborg king forces you into the Sacred Chamber.
And who should appear after nine years of sorrow, grief and loneliness but your very best friend from childhood. Yes, the one who left you. The one who entered the Academy of Sacred Pleasure to become one of the sexiest and most talented Guides for leading others in the Rite of Ecstasy.
Your number one archenemy. He is a beautiful man now, and you hate him even more than you can imagine. Though by law you cannot leave the Chamber until your virginity is forfeit, you don’t care.
You will never let him touch you.
Everyone in the River City has a secret, and sooner or later secrets always come out.
A group of strangers meets at Ragazzi, an Italian restaurant, for a cooking lesson that will change them all. They quickly become intertwined in each other’s lives, and a bit of magic touches each of them.
Meet Dave, the consultant who lost his partner; Matteo and Diego, the couple who run the restaurant; recently-widowed Carmelina; Marcos, a web designer getting too old for hook-ups; Ben, a trans author writing the Great American Novel; teenager Marissa, kicked out for being bi; and Sam and Brad, a May-September couple who would never have gotten together without a little magic of their own.
My pulse pounded against my eardrums. My mind short-circuited. I could feel the adrenaline pouring into my veins. I didn’t check to see if the door was still closed, if anyone was peering in. No, my normal cautiousness didn’t occur to me that day. I guess, if anything, I was supposed to push him away, to say how inappropriate this was, to suspect that he was only using my affection for something more devious.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pulled him closer. I heard a small squeak escape from his lips, and while I felt him stiffen, eventually, he placed his arms around my neck, and clung to me.
Something overcame me then. I yanked his head back, pushing my tongue into the caverns of his mouth. I could hear those subtle whimpers bubbling up from the surface of his lips, so I pressed harder, no longer caring what he thought of me.