Friday, February 29, 2008

Pain is weakness leaving your body.

I appreciate the few little notes I've received asking where the hell I've gone and what the fuck do I mean by disappearing like this for days and days at a time. But while sharing my current difficulties would no doubt make ME feel better, it won't do a thing for anyone else, except perhaps for those who take joy in others' suffering, and they're likely too busy parboiling puppies to notice. (Don't roll your eyes like that, it's unattractive. You know who you are.) Suffice to say I'm alive and writing, which isn't the same thing as "alive and kicking," but it's close enough.

In the meantime, check out The Gruesome Origins of Five Popular Fairy Tales, courtesy of Because what's a little pederasty, ritual mutilation, and cannibalism among friends? - Romance of Dubious Virtue

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

It's *not* dead, Jim.

I got green, and I got blues
And every day there's a little less
Difference between the two

So I belly-up, and disappear
Well, I ain't really drowning
'Cause I see the beach from here.
~Drive-By Truckers, "Goddamn Lonely Love"

As it's been noted (thank you, Ferfe) I'm not so much with the here-ness. Still trying to break through the block of a lifetime on a book with which I've fallen in love...but which most emphatically doesn't love me back. Unrequited passion is a bitch. We'll work it out, though, me and my muse. He'll keep telling me I'm a hack, and I'll keep trying to prove him wrong, and together we'll force the words into their proper order.

In the meantime, I read this essay over at Romancing the Blog, and walked away with a vague sense of...I dunno. Dissatisfaction? Confusion? Some juicy fast-food combo meal made from the two, with a supersized side of WTF?

But then I read THIS, and I felt better.

And hey, FANTASIES III (2007 EPPIE-nom'd homoerotic antho that includes my novella, "Hardcore") is out in print, in case anyone's interested.

4 Angels!
"As the longest story of this anthology, 'Hardcore' is just that - a hardcore story about revenge, sex and dealing with the unexpected. Jesse and Sean are spellbinding and disturbing all at once, but you will have a hard time moving away from this story."
~Isabella for Fallen Angel Reviews

"The plot never slows down, and the interaction between Jesse and Sean is great to watch. This is March's first foray into gay romance and I'm impressed at her characterizations. Sex scenes were beyond hot and tastefully done, with just the right bit of kink. They were also free of trite expressions. 'Hardcore' is a great read and I look forward to more from the author."
~Ryes for Rainbow Reviews - Romance of Dubious Virtue

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

DAY 54: Watch her wallow.

Can't eat (unless you count the chocolate I'm not supposed to touch). Can't sleep (unless you count three hours of dreams in which I'm chased through dark streets by evil monks). And the moon, she is on the wane, which means my body is deep in the Ninth Circle of Hormone Hell.

I'd go for a walk to clear my head, but it's thundering. In the Northeast. In effing FEBRUARY. (But Global Warming is a mythical lefty construct, so I guess I'm just imagining that phenomenon, and so are my poor dogs, with the panting and the drooling and the trying to fit their big, furry butts under my chair.)

And the Book That Would Not Die? Is now, officially, UNdead. And haunting my ass (hence the dreams about evil monks). Even the kinky smut is hard going. Heh. I said "hard."

My kingdom for a thousand decent, usable words a day. I'm lucky if I get five hundred.

My next book? Something MUCH lighter: More sexy cowboys doing each other in the hayloft. I can't wait.

At least the cat is cute. - Romance of Dubious Virtue