At last! Those two great influences in life have finally arrived at roughly the same time (as it were). I’m very happy to say that my gay erotic menage story, The Delaneys and Me, has been accepted for publication on 17 April by Amber Allure Press. It’s the first menage story I’ve ever written and I like to think I’ve given it a rather interesting twist of dark comedy, but time and readers will have to judge. I’m also equally pleased to say that my literary bible story, Dancing with Lions, has been accepted for publication by Untreed Reads in March, so I’m looking forward to that one as well. Nice, if rather strange, to have two so very different stories accepted in the same week. I’ll create web pages for both once the cover art is decided.
Keeping to a spiritual note, I’ve uploaded the next section of The Prayer Seeker’s Journal, in which Michael finds a whole new direction to his search. That completes Chapter Five and we’re slowly stepping along.
Yesterday, Lord H and I had an utterly fabulous day at Dungeness RSPB Reserve and managed (hurrah!) to spot the following: red-legged partridges, stonechats, Slavonian grebes, a marsh harrier, smews, a bittern, a little egret and a goldeneye. All of which adds nicely to this year’s bird count. The bittern was definitely THE bird of the day, and probably the year – you so rarely see them. Well, this one took off from the water and flew lazily past the bird hide so everyone could get a really close and good view of it. Fantastic! I was very good though and didn’t scream and jump up and down whilst hyperventilating with excitement (though I desperately wanted to) – this sort of thing doesn’t go down too well with the birding fraternity. It tends to scare the birds …
So, that brings me to the end of a very lovely week off, and I am attempting to turn my head back to the working world again for tomorrow, sigh. I really love these weeks off where I can just stay at home, chill and write. It’s lovely.
I’ve written a couple of haikus this week and here they are:
Strange dogs haunt my dreams
hunting in the night’s shadows.
Dark blood and silence.
Over distant blue,
lapwings spin a cloud of lace
and pearls. Glittering.