On Thursday, my co-writer Alessia Brio and I will be guest hosts for the Phaze Romance Blog.
We have plans to announce a little contest to reward those of you who shelled out the two bucks to actually buy a copy of Switch. After that, we really don't know what we will do. But I sure would like to have someone pop over there and play.
How about it? Want to come out and play?
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
It's Today! It's Today! It's Today!
"...But it's always today, George..."
Ok, please forgive the father of two for a Stuart Little reference. But it really is today. Today is the day that I can finally tell someone that I'm a published author. Because the easy question with the hard answer was, "Well, where can I buy your book?"
Yep, it's out! It's in the store and for half the the price of a Venti double mocha half decaf extra hot with a twist at Star-Schmucks you can now download your very own copy of Switch, guaranteed to start your blood rushing to places that wake you up. Only $2.00! Get yours now so that when Alberto Gonzales sends me to prison for corrupting innocent 36 year old bisexual meteorologists by introducing them to alternative jewelry, you can tell all your friends that you knew me when I was only a small boil on the ass of the Republican party instead of a threat to world moral conformity.
Ok, please forgive the father of two for a Stuart Little reference. But it really is today. Today is the day that I can finally tell someone that I'm a published author. Because the easy question with the hard answer was, "Well, where can I buy your book?"
Yep, it's out! It's in the store and for half the the price of a Venti double mocha half decaf extra hot with a twist at Star-Schmucks you can now download your very own copy of Switch, guaranteed to start your blood rushing to places that wake you up. Only $2.00! Get yours now so that when Alberto Gonzales sends me to prison for corrupting innocent 36 year old bisexual meteorologists by introducing them to alternative jewelry, you can tell all your friends that you knew me when I was only a small boil on the ass of the Republican party instead of a threat to world moral conformity.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
A Moment In Fatherhood.
Since I have time on my hands due to my unemployment, I have been doing something people have suggested I do for years. I have been helping coach my son's Little League team. My son has a love for the game similar to his father's and idolizes Trevor Hoffman of the Padres. He is his teams best pitcher, but in the league he is in as an eight year old, each pitcher is only allowed two innings. The team has come to expect two quick scoreless innings when he is pitching. This morning, it got a little challenging, and I had a chance to see how my boy would respond to adversity.
In his first inning, he struck out the first two batters. The next batter hit a weak pop fly to second. My son literally starts walking towards the dugout. Being Little League, the ball was, of course, dropped. Very frustrated, he walked the next batter.
Next batter hits a ground ball to second. The second baseman makes up for his drop of the fly ball by fielding it cleanly, trying to tag the runner going by, then turning to throw to first with plenty of time left. Unfortunately, the first baseman is standing there watching the second baseman, ten feet from first base. Everybody is safe.
My son gets more frustrated, goes to a 3-0 count on next hitter, then steps off the mound after finally hearing me yelling at him to do so. Takes a couple deep breaths, settles down, throws two strikes. On the full count the ball is hit to center field. Luckily, the right kid is there.
The one who always listens to the coaches and is our best athlete. The one who catches line drives galore in practice. The one who always uses two hands. The one who puts his glove up and has the ball go right in and out because for the first time any of us can remember he only used one hand. Two runs score.
My son puts his hat over his face. I know he is trying not to cry.
His focus gone, he throws eight straight balls, walking in a run. One of the other coaches goes to the mound to talk to him, because I am afraid to say anything for fear that I will just put more pressure on him.
Coach tells him to relax, to forget about the bases being loaded and to just stare at his catcher. He strikes out their best hitter on three pitches.
My son comes into the dugout, throws his hat, throws his glove and starts crying. I sit next to him and tell him to knock it off, why is he crying? He tells me he is crying because he walked in a run. (Proud Daddy moment. He is not blaming others, but focusing on what he could have done better.)
We talk about how things should have been, about how his job is to throw strikes and about how he can not control what happens behind him. He calms down, talks his catcher into going behind the dugout and throwing for a bit while his team bats.
He returns to the mound for his second inning. I am nervous as hell for him.
He strikes out the side.
VERY Proud Daddy moment.
In his first inning, he struck out the first two batters. The next batter hit a weak pop fly to second. My son literally starts walking towards the dugout. Being Little League, the ball was, of course, dropped. Very frustrated, he walked the next batter.
Next batter hits a ground ball to second. The second baseman makes up for his drop of the fly ball by fielding it cleanly, trying to tag the runner going by, then turning to throw to first with plenty of time left. Unfortunately, the first baseman is standing there watching the second baseman, ten feet from first base. Everybody is safe.
My son gets more frustrated, goes to a 3-0 count on next hitter, then steps off the mound after finally hearing me yelling at him to do so. Takes a couple deep breaths, settles down, throws two strikes. On the full count the ball is hit to center field. Luckily, the right kid is there.
The one who always listens to the coaches and is our best athlete. The one who catches line drives galore in practice. The one who always uses two hands. The one who puts his glove up and has the ball go right in and out because for the first time any of us can remember he only used one hand. Two runs score.
My son puts his hat over his face. I know he is trying not to cry.
His focus gone, he throws eight straight balls, walking in a run. One of the other coaches goes to the mound to talk to him, because I am afraid to say anything for fear that I will just put more pressure on him.
Coach tells him to relax, to forget about the bases being loaded and to just stare at his catcher. He strikes out their best hitter on three pitches.
My son comes into the dugout, throws his hat, throws his glove and starts crying. I sit next to him and tell him to knock it off, why is he crying? He tells me he is crying because he walked in a run. (Proud Daddy moment. He is not blaming others, but focusing on what he could have done better.)
We talk about how things should have been, about how his job is to throw strikes and about how he can not control what happens behind him. He calms down, talks his catcher into going behind the dugout and throwing for a bit while his team bats.
He returns to the mound for his second inning. I am nervous as hell for him.
He strikes out the side.
VERY Proud Daddy moment.
Monday, April 17, 2006
I Can Feel You Shiver With Antici.....
Well, okay...actually I'm the one shivering with anticipation. My first real honest published work is due for release soon, maybe as soon as Thursday. They have not given us a schedule for which of the Surge novellas will be released on the first day, but the first couple will be out April 20th.
I will, of course, trumpet it here and through my yahoo group when Switch is available for download.
I will, of course, trumpet it here and through my yahoo group when Switch is available for download.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Baseball's Back!
My one true obsession besides sex is baseball. I like other sports, even love them. I have a lightning bolt tatooed on my right arm fer crissakes. But baseball is the one that really holds my attention.
I love it at least partially because I know it so well. Baseball is never boring to me because I see so much that the more casual fan misses. Not that I want to come off elitist or anything, but I did play the game for a long time and I tend to think and watch a game like I am still playing. I think about what pitch I would throw next, I look at an outfielder and think that he is out of position a pitch or two before a ball that should have been caught drops in for a Texas Leaguer. I love the game in person because on television I can't see the things that really intrigue me.
So I might be a little bit of a baseball snob, in the same way a person that really knows wine will be unwilling to drink something that the rest of us think is fine, or the way I just can't pick up an issue of Penthouse Letters because I know that there is so much better erotica out there on the web for free and if I am gonna spend money on smut I can read something by Gwen Masters or Leigh Ellwood or Colleen Thomas and get way more bang for my buck.
I love it at least partially because I know it so well. Baseball is never boring to me because I see so much that the more casual fan misses. Not that I want to come off elitist or anything, but I did play the game for a long time and I tend to think and watch a game like I am still playing. I think about what pitch I would throw next, I look at an outfielder and think that he is out of position a pitch or two before a ball that should have been caught drops in for a Texas Leaguer. I love the game in person because on television I can't see the things that really intrigue me.
So I might be a little bit of a baseball snob, in the same way a person that really knows wine will be unwilling to drink something that the rest of us think is fine, or the way I just can't pick up an issue of Penthouse Letters because I know that there is so much better erotica out there on the web for free and if I am gonna spend money on smut I can read something by Gwen Masters or Leigh Ellwood or Colleen Thomas and get way more bang for my buck.
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