Saturday, August 30, 2014

What I'm Working On This Week

m/m paranormal universe set in Colorado — turning the corner on this one

YA novel (f/f) — *grins* So, I’ve discovered that 8K is my word count point of despair

Musician. Bodyguard. Stalker. Uh-huh.

Articles of Release, next in the Terms of Release universe.

 

On hold/in outline:

Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel

Roughstock Brazilians

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Mr. Unlucky in rewrites.

 

At beta:

nothing

 

At proofing:

nothing

 

Subbed:

Ever the Same to DSP

Stealing Bases to Harmony Ink

 

Next week's plan?

Finish Colorado book, start blind vampire story

 

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Monday, August 25, 2014

*leans and grins*

So, I’m sure y’all have heard that I’m trying to buy a house, and OMG THE STRESS. There’s roof stuff and termite stuff and closing stuff and...

Yeah. 

Whoa.

Also, stress and scariness and I just want to be excited and I can’t be.

Still, we’ve decided we’re staying here. We’re joining a church, we’re joining the NM Women’s Chorus. We have a chiropractor and a diner and Miss Val at the Smith’s who calls us "my ladies". We have the dog park and Miss H who has broken her back twice and does yoga while we chat. We have wine dates with A. We have roadrunners and coyotes and jackrabbits and falcons and bunnies on the escarpment and the Man with the Hat, who says good morning every day now (it only took him 8 months to decide we weren’t going to give up on him). 

We have the mountains — which, oh, y’all. I can’t tell you how happy they make me. Every morning I wake up and look outside my front door and there they are. The new house? Has a sun room (which will become the writing room and the art studio) that looks out onto the mountains from the back yard. :D 

We have roses that bloom for months and days in August that are only 80 degrees for the high and the O-o-O accent. 

Oh, and I haven’t told y’all about Levi the contractor-biker yet and his California surfer boy. Oh. Too fun!

Every so often I miss Texas so bad I can’t bear it. I miss the voices and the food and, God, I miss my daddy like a lost limb and my tattoo artist and chiccarones. 

WTH. They don’t have those here. O.o

It passes though, and I know that my wife (STILL MAKES ME GIDDY TO SAY THAT) is home here and I love it here and we’ve made our home here, so it’s all good.

Really good.

Much love, y’all.

BA

Friday, August 22, 2014

What I'm Working On This Week

m/m paranormal universe set in Colorado — turning the corner on this one

YA novel (f/f) — *grins* PARANORMAL FUN

Musician. Bodyguard. Stalker. Uh-huh.

Roughstock Brazilians!

 

On hold/in outline:

Coke/Dillon & Andy/Jason novel

 

In edits/rewrites:

Ace/Kitty in rewrites.

Mr. Unlucky in rewrites.

 

At beta:

Stealing Bases

 

At proofing:

Say Something

 

Subbed:

Ever the Same to DSP

 

Next week's plan?

Finish Colorado book, start blind vampire story

 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Happy Tuesday Snippet! Coke/Dillon

"Shit and shinola."

There was water pouring out of the top of the washing machine, the bassets belly deep in suds and the mud room looking a little like a kiddie pool.

Dillon looked around Coke’s shoulder. "That’s not good." 

"Nope." He lifted the lid of his old Kenmore, wincing at the scent of smoke pouring out the top. "Huh."

"Can you fix it?"

"I reckon if I can’t, Steve McBride can." He looked at the mess and tried to figure out where the fuck to start. Maybe by calling Steve now before he’d wasted a couple of hours and killed his back. "You might oughta get them dogs out of here. Pansy eats more bubbles and she’s gonna barf all damn day."

He grabbed a clothes basket and started pulling sopping wet clothes out, grunting at the effort. Damn, those got heavy.

He turned to get the dripping mess out the back door and frowned. "Cowboy? Cowboy, damn it! I asked you to get the damn dogs!"

"Sorry, babe. I was on the phone with Steve. He’ll be here in fifteen." Dillon shooed the dogs out onto the porch and held the door so Coke could plop the clothes on one of the patio tables. Then Dillon got the mop. "No sense in you hurting yourself when we can give Steve work."

He looked at his clown, grinned. "You think so."

Dillon gave him a grin, then shimmied for him. Damn, didn’t that make his mouth dry. "I know so. Come watch me mop."

Well, yee-haw. 

 

Dillon and Coke are featured in the Roughstock series!

Much love, y’all!

BA