A lot of clichés apply to the state of my blog. I certainly bit off more than I could chew when I undertook to do this, and now things are a shambles. I suppose I could make some very valid excuses—the demands of being a self-published author, the business of promoting Pride’s Children, the research for Time Trapped— any of which have likely contributed to my lack of contribution here. There are myriad reasons, most of which could have been overcome by one little thing.
I really want to apologize for the lack of attention to the blog. It is not as easy as I had anticipated to keep up this little experiment and do the work at the same time. Not to mention doing the “business” of writing as well: licensing cover art, legal stuff, hunting for an editor, trying to find money to see me through this. It’s a pretty long row to hoe. I’m sorry I have not been more attentive to this plan, but the social experiment may move into a new direction shortly.
I’ve almost completed eight chapters, written nearly 36,000 words and I can’t believe that the writing has taken on it’s own life. Things I hadn’t even thought of while outlining are pouring out. It remains to be seen if it is all good for the story.
The world has grown up a lot over my lifetime. Attitudes have changed, and continue to do so almost as quickly as technology does. This includes our ability to discuss sex. However, I still have to wonder–as I’m sure many authors do–just how much sex is enough to include in my work? You’ll notice in my profile, I call myself an “author of gay fiction”–not a “gay pornographer.”
I am a new author of gay fiction.
Born in the Niagara Region of Southern Ontario, I was raised in Toronto.
While growing up gay is always a challenge, it was considerably challenging growing up gay in the 1960s and 1970s. Living in a larger urban centre certainly had its advantages back then, but there has been a lot of change in the past 40 years. Continue reading