Tuesday, February 26, 2013

One Month Until The Good Boy

Only a month to go until The Good Boy is released! Lisa Henry and I are going to start teasing you with some character profiles and excerpts soon. But until then, can I hit you with the blurb?

Introverted college student Lane Moredock is in a bad place. His mother has been arrested for securities fraud, his father is on the run, and everyone, including the SEC, suspects Lane knows where the missing millions are. Lane, with no money and nowhere to live, makes a desperate deal that lands him in trouble and leaves him unwilling to trust a so-called Dom again.

Photographer Derek Fields lost money to the Moredocks, and is as sure as anyone that Lane is guilty despite his claims. A chance meeting with Lane shows him there might be something more to the young man than arrogance and privilege, and Derek wonders if Lane might be just what he’s been looking for: a sub with the potential to be a life partner.

As Lane slowly begins to open up to Derek and explore his needs as a submissive, the investigation closes tighter around him. Lane might be everything that Derek wants, but first Derek needs to trust that Lane is innocent—and Lane needs to trust Derek with the truth.

More to come...

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Cleaning House with J.A. Rock

So writers have a bit of a reputation for being—and I’m being kind here—filthy. I don't mean writing graphic scenes of handcuffs and handjobs filthy. I mean, like, we don’t clean. We’re all buried in our imaginary worlds and don’t have time to bother making our very real living space, well, livable. Or that’s what I tell myself.
It’s gotten bad in my cabin over the last few weeks, as I’ve been super busy working on The Good Boy with Lisa Henry (I’m going to make it a point to mention this book once per post, since I don’t know how to do actual promo. March 26th!)

But finally, yesterday, we finished edits, and I celebrated by cleaning my cabin.

If I’m right, there are probably several of you out there who are as terrified as I am by the prospect of cleaning. But it wasn’t so bad! Here I’ll share with you my step by step illustrated guide to tidying up your space.

1 Take the Amazon boxes off your floor and place them on the dog kennel. Now, take everything else on your floor—pens, CDs, your tax forms, the paper you wrote for Feminist Theater, dumbells, an errant grape, and put it in the boxes. Ta-da! Your floor is clear. 

(Note: if you find the boxes look too neat on top of the kennel, you can always prop one at a jaunty angle using your old laptop and the expensive sweater your grandmother gave you for Christmas. Go ahead and put your partially finished jigsaw puzzle on the kennel too. Now the dog has shade!)

2 Make two piles on top of the TV of things that didn’t fit in the boxes. Good job!

3 Did you leave your hamper in West Virginia when you went home for winter break? Try creating a compact mound of dirty clothes on top of your stereo. Now you’re cookin’ with gas.

3a. Realize that all your clothes never have and never will fit into the cabin’s single tiny closet. Make a pile of clean clothes on top of the plastic bin in which you’ve stored more clean clothes. Place the bin next to the stereo-hamper. Just remember in the morning to pick from the pile on the bin, and at night, throw into the pile on top of the stereo. 

4 If you still have more clothes, try storing your jeans and pants underneath the oils and vinegars in the kitchen cabinet. 

5 Formal wear can go above the cereal and canned goods.

6 Not sure where the recycling center is even though you’ve lived here for nearly three years? Stash empty grocery bags behind the giant owl. You’ll take them somewhere someday.


7 The top of your fridge is a great place for your toaster, a few books, a bottle of Rex-Goliath, and the Brita pitcher.

7a Take your trash out. That mouse you killed last week has been in there for four days. Also the mouse is covered with the leftover chili you threw away the same night. Come on, you’re better than that. Get that chili mouse out of your house.

8 Congratulations on being awesome. There’s only a little ways to go. Rather than putting your books inside the bookshelf headboard, where you have to bend to see them, try stacking as many as you can on top of the headboard, along with your Kindle and some CDs from your car that don’t work anymore. Just make sure you leave room on the headboard for…

9 Doctor Flaps, Thurston Owell, Gollum, and Freddie Mercury. And the Washington D.C. paperweight.

You’re so close to cleanliness! And cleanliness is next to godliness. So basically, you’re god. Just a couple more little nitpicky things…

10 If you’re into oil painting but have noticed the fumes from your palette permeate your cabin's main room, go ahead and set the palette on the edge of the bathroom sink, where every time you bend to wash your hands, your hoodie strings will fall into the cadmium red.

10a. Are we having fun yet? In the main room, move your penguin mug of odorless paint thinner plus thinner-soaked rags from their usual spot directly in front of the space heater to a spot on the floor farther away from the space heater. Also remind yourself that “odorless” does not mean “free of the harsh chemicals that will one day give you cancer.” Consider painting outside.

11 Speaking of outside…An extra box of stuff from your floor makes a great patch for the hole your dog put in the porch screen. Is your student loan bill in that box? Too bad it rained and all the paper has turned to mush.

Also, are those pumpkins from Halloween? And you never even carved them? Sigh. It's okay; worry about it tomorrow. You've done enough for one day.

You did it! See, that wasn’t so bad. In fact, you could probably do this more often.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

A Case of the Writer Giddies

The Writer Giddies: a feeling of inordinate elation that comes from living a life of isolation, disconnect from reality, violent oscillations between manic self-importance and crippling insecurity, and insufficient physical exercise. Their converse, the Writer Soul Crushies, involve a feeling of inordinate depression stemming from exactly the same thing.

Sometimes it's hard, as an author, to know how to present myself. Because I feel like I should be, you know, professional. But I’m so...not. It’s like trying to dress a wolf spider in a little top hat and cane to make it cute—wolf spider ain't meant to be cute. But I do think it’s important to be professional. Sometimes. And I think I’ve always been a bit inhibited by a feeling that expressing open glee over something I’ve written is somehow unbecoming. 

But the thing is, what I do is so. Fun. Seriously, I get to wake up each day and go into other worlds and create people and watch them grow and make choices and fall in love and hurt each other and get it AWWWN. And sometimes—okay, often—I get real giddy about that. And I don’t get giddy about many things in life. My “this is fun” face is very similar to my “I hate everyone” face.

I'm more of a K-Stew.
Anyway, I can't hold it in anymore. I’ve got a major case of the writer giddies about The Brat-tastic Jayk Parker, sequel to Wacky Wednesday. I wrote a bunch of this book standing up. That was partly because of a sciatic nerve thing, but mostly because I was so excited that I didn’t want to sit. I love writing Jayk and Amon, and I love indulging my P.G. Wodehouse infatuation by piling disasters on them and watching them make the most facepalm choices possible in their efforts to put things right. Writing is very rarely easy for me. Mostly it’s a lot of agonizing and panicking and wanting to throw my laptop across the room and then reminding myself I can't afford a new one. But this book was a pleasure to work on from start to finish.

So this post is just me saying that I am pumped to get to share this story in June. Not because it’s perfect. Not because it will blow your minds or alter the face of literature forever. But because it was such a joy to write, and I hope some of that carries into the reading experience. If even one person has as much fun reading it as I had writing it…good enough for me.

Happy Valentine's Day.

P.S. - Know what else I'm giddy about? The Good Boy, the book I wrote with Lisa Henry. It comes out March 26th. There's a blurb up on the page now.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Gorgeous Photos, and I Joined Facebook

I have some photos to share today. Also, did you see the step I took into the 21st century? Under my Find Me On section to the left is a link to my Facebook page. So far I haven't done much except post updates about what I'm writing. But feel free to friend me, post on my timeline (is that the same thing as my wall? It used to be called a wall, right?) shoot me a message, etc. I'm also part of a new yahoo group, mmbdsm, which you should check out.

Most of these photos are of naked men, but first: It's Profesor Anne's birthday! She's three today. It rained all afternoon, but we still made it to the dog park, where she frolicked with her friend Sid, who hates playing but shares her love of eating plants.

Where my presents at?
Now, the naked men (weird transition? Sorry). These were sent to me by friends. Why my friends think I'm interested in pictures like these, I have no idea. Good friends. Gonna keep 'em around.

I'd do yoga if he was in my class.

These gents inspired a scene in Calling the Show.

I know I've had him on here before, but he's just so good at wearing nipple clamps.

 So that's my week.