Archive for April, 2012

The End

Monday, April 23rd, 2012

(Of course, writing that just stuck The Doors song in my head… This is the end/beautiful friend, the end.. *sigh* Damn earworms.)

Anyhoozle. I am pleased to report that initial work on Party Starter is complete. The book is essentially done, and all I need to do now is read it through, tweaking as I go, and then send it off for a second pair of eyes to take a look at it. I may expand the final scene. We’ll see what my beta reader says.

After that it gets forwarded on to the lovely folks at Ellora’s Cave where it’ll receive a Yea or Nay, and then we move on in whatever appropriate ways from that point.

But this is good news in the land of book writing. I am back in the saddle, no matter how slowly the damned horse is moving.

I’ve got a short-short idea, plus a group anthology project, not to mention a pseudo-sequel for Lovely on the back burners.

So as the Muppets say, “Movin’ right along!” (Geez, it’s earworm song night at Chez Starr, apparently… :P )

The End Of Intolerance

Friday, April 20th, 2012

Greetings, Gentle Readers.

You regulars here at the blog know that yours truly generally refrains from discussions of a potentially controversial nature.

Today, that changes.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock lately I’m certain you’ve heard stories in the media of gay and lesbian teens who have been driven to suicide by bullies in their lives. The most recent one that I’ve heard about is the story of Iowa teen Kenneth Weishuhn. I’ve experienced a growing horror after each new story, but Kenneth’s is the one that was the final straw. Want to know why? Because I saw a link to Kenneth’s Pinterest board (I don’t know how long this link will remain active) — a board where he was planning his future wedding. And the thought that this poor young man wasn’t going to get his special day with the one he loved…well, I lost it.

So. That brings us to today. I’ve decided that the only real way I can help (other than by teaching tolerance and respect to my girls!) is via my wallet. Readers will know that one of my books, Higher Learning, contains a bullying plot element that affects the heroine’s life. From this day forward, I will be donating 10% of my royalties (divided in half) from sales of this book to two different charities.

The first charity is one that noted sex columnist Dan Savage promotes — The Trevor Project — which (per the website) is:

[…] is the leading national
organization providing crisis intervention and
suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay,
bisexual, transgender, and questioning youth.

And because I am a Canuck, I would like to also support a Canadian organization, so I’ve chosen Youthline, an Ontario peer-based, toll-free phone line also for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, transsexual, 2-spirited, queer and questioning youth.

So here’s my plea, gang: talk about this with your friends and family. Buy my book. Or if you already have the book, please consider making a donation to either charity. Let’s end intolerance. I don’t want to read any more stories about teens who felt they no longer had a choice. No one should feel that way. Ever.

Thanks for reading this today.

Quarantined

Monday, April 9th, 2012

Well, maybe we should be.

Germs seem to be relentlessly plaguing the Starr household this winter. Upon further thought, someone in this house (and at times, more than one person) has been ill with some sort of cold/cough/fever/whathaveyou since early February.

FEBRUARY, people. It is now April. This is INSANE.

I don’t know what we’re doing wrong, or why the universe feels required to punish us so, but it really must stop. I encourage handwashing frequently, the whole cough-into-your-elbow thing, vitamin C… So what is it?!? We have never had this rough of a winter before. So what the HELL?? Maybe I have to start wiping everything down with bleach, or something. I don’t know.

Hey — I was thinking the other evening about how women in the ’50s used to wear those thin cotton gloves when they went out anywhere (the Mater had a couple of pairs from her teenage years and I used to play with them when I was little). Maybe that trend needs to come back into style — keep one’s hands clean by literally not touching anything. I dunno. Think it would catch on? No idea. But something needs to change, that’s for sure.

Hope *you’re* healthy, wherever you are.