I'm a middle-aged mom of two living in the middle of a desert. I collect dust bunnies like trophies. I am, according to my daughter, officially considered 'cool' by all her friends, which likely means I'm the most immature mother they know. I'm a huge sci-fi and fantasy fan as well as a complete, die-hard romantic. It won't come as any surprise, then, that I believe no one should tell another who they're allowed to fall in love with.
I am chronically late, which seems to be a life-long issue so I just try and adjust to it at this point and apologize and/or sigh frequently. I have a lot of weird food issues that have impacted my life in the last few years to a huge extent. I have to eat gluten free, cook from scratch (which I'm terrible at), and garden to get herbs and seasonings (I have the black thumb of death).
The biggest change, however, has been that I have to avoid most places where there are a lot of people, as a couple of my allergens will cause a reaction if they are airborne and near me. Avoiding these has made me just a little out of step with the rest of the modern world. So I'm exploring what I CAN do, like more outdoors activities that I love but have been neglecting for years. Hiking comes to mind. And foraging - it's weird how I love to be able to identify and eat plants on a hike. Don't ask me why. Maybe I was, like, a deer in another life, eh?
I love writing. A lot. You'd think that would make me better at it, but eh, not so much. It's been an open secret since I was small that I adore romantic stories of all kinds, although the sweeter and happier the ending, the more I like it. It took me years to come to terms with that as something I can accept rather than hide away. I can't express how much it makes me freaking happy to read and write romance. Seriously. It doesn't even make sense how giddy it can make me; it's like an addiction.
Stephen King's attitude of writing what you love, no matter what other people think about it, clinched it for me: writing what I love isn't a bad thing. Although his stories scare the bejesus out of me and I can't sleep properly for weeks if I read him. >_<
Oh, and I am a complete Luddite. I learn just enough about computers to get what I need, and everything new I look at suspiciously and poke with a stick until I decide whether I'm going to use it or not. Usually not. My husband is happy I'm finally figuring out how to respond to a chat in gmail, and that's still hit or miss. What this all boils down to is: don't assume I have any competence of any kind with computers. If you send me an email and I don't respond? Odds are good that I lost it. Feel free to send me another one, please, because if I get a question, I'll respond to it if I'm aware that it's there!
For those who are looking for any of my gay (and het) fiction? Here's the list of usual suspects:
Places you can purchase my fiction: The story 'Husbands for Peace,' originally up on yaoifix.com, will be available at amazon.com as a series of three ebooks (like all my other fiction, it's freaking long, so we had to break that sucker up). Part I is available now, as "Husbands for Peace 1'. Part II is available for pre-order, as Husbands for Peace 2, and part III will be available in the late summer or early fall. This sucker has pushy aliens (can we say dubious consent, anyone?), angry earthlings, craziness, and is probably the most dubious of all my dubious consent fiction (which can be very fun in an erotic novel, but should earn someone a swift kick to the nuts in real life).
'Cheated,' a brief M/M short, Yaoi Magazine, Volume 1, issue 3. Now out of print.