April 23rd, 2011

Paul Neyron rose 2

Friday real life

I can't believe I missed a day again.  Last one was when Mom was in the hospital.  I try to write at least a few lines a day.

It was kind of a quiet day.  I edited a m/f novella with a sex demon protagonist.  It was a cute story.  R. had gefilte fish, and then I had some, too.  She said she wanted chocolate bunnies.  R. is celebrating Passover, yet craving chocolate bunnies.  Then again, she dropped keeping kosher for Passover the other night, when she ate Tastycake vanilla cupcakes.  I was laughing about both those things.  It was more laughing with her.  I want chocolate bunnies, too, but I'll be celebrating Easter.

R. from Austria e-mailed about celebrating some ancient Easter traditions in his little Carinthian village.  It was very interesting to me.  I shared some of my traditions, which are not ancient Carinthian.  I knew that having colored eggs was a very old Easter tradition.  Dad said that when he was little, they'd use onion grass to make green stripes on the eggs.  We have plenty of onion grass around.  I have several books with instructions on how to make and use plant dyes, including for dyeing clothes, which mordants to use to sadden colors, and so forth.  I have yet to try dyeing clothes.  I'm not sure about the onion grass, either, as my hands would already smell like vinegar, and I don't think I want them to smell like onions, too.

I headed back to the house after rush hour.  It was raining slightly as I drove.  I was glad to get into the house.  It's supposed to rain a lot tonight, and be a rather stormy day tomorrow.  I guess I won't be planting roses, though we do have S.M.'s gardening/outdoors handyman coming to give us an estimate for planting them.

Dad hadn't taken Mom shopping after the Good Friday service, though she'd wanted to go.  I promised her that I'd take her to the grocery store and to Wal-Mart tomorrow.  I figure it's the least I can do, as I'll be eating all their food anyway.  I'll head back to the apartment Sunday afternoon or Monday sometime.  I think there's a big GLBT organization thing at the university, so I might stay for that.  If it's S. officially becoming president of the group, I should be there for that.  I doubt his real mother would come.

I was posting on the m/m romance thread on AfterElton, and trying fairly hard to keep it family friendly.  ARe had offered some menage books for free this last couple of weeks, and I was trying to describe them in a relatively nice way.  Then I tried to describe Kate Steele's Male of the Species without using the words "gay werewolf orgy."  It was really pretty difficult.  I was tempted to put in, "And there was spanking!" but managed to refrain.

It was hard enough to describe a Sean Michael BDSM novel and not have the description sound nasty.  I didn't hear anything from the mods about that, so I suppose it was either okay or they didn't see it yet.

I talked about some Changeling menages, too, and about some of the editorial comments I've made there about books of all kinds.  One was "You don't want the reader to be thinking, 'Ouch, ouch, ouch, no.'"  I left it to the AE readers' imagination.  Here I'll say that it was in regard to an anal sex scene in which there was no mention of lubrication.  I was on a "For God's sake, use lube!" kick for a while in my comments there.  These characters had already had sex in a tree, and the Sidhe fertility fairy character with the butterfly wings and the monkey's tail had had a convenient bottle of oil on a loop around his neck.  Yet when he and the fallen angel had sex in a bed later, the bottle of oil was nowhere to be found, not even mentioned.  The character with a monkey's tail got nasty with his tail, too, but I didn't mention that, either.

The other was my favorite so far, "Monkeys die if you do that to them."  It was in response to a line about a protagonist having had no socialization as a child.  He had perfectly nice manners, too.  That line was changed.  If I'm asked about it, I'll say, truthfully, that it was a straight romance and I don't remember the title.

I read a review by Bubbles of some fantasy m/m romance.  He said the one character cried three times in the first sex scene, just because he felt emotional.  The commenters used the words "bitches with dicks."  They also had the cartoon of the anthropomorphic unicorn pissing rainbows in there.  I'm not quite sure why, except that Bubbles apparently likes unicorns.  I started laughing at the line about the character crying three times.  I don't think it's a so bad it's good one, though.  They also talked about the one character carrying his little invalid mate around like a football.

Despite Tiger Cub's fears of m/m romances fetishizing gay men, I have a "Who could take this seriously?" attitude towards some of the romances.

Then there was Teddypig's "Go ahead, treat me like a sex object!" post.  I thought of that, too.  I'll have to find that.  Das Bearpork never seemed to take that kind of thing too seriously, either.  I think he's pretty jaded, too.

I put in the kind of discussion I might have with my secret love child.  Yes, the one I described as being a "slutty bottom boy."  I said it with love, of course.  They're the kind of discussion in which I ask, "S., what do you think a real life young man would do in this situation?"

S. usually says something along the lines of, "Act piggy."

I say, "That's what I thought."

And then I think of a certain author, who may be just a tiny bit jaded about men, saying that she figures that most men are just looking for a hole to stick their dicks into.  I think she writes some of the most realistic male characters around.

Well, I didn't go all that far in real life, except from Philadelphia to the suburbs, but I certainly went places online.

Paul Neyron rose 2

Saturday real life

Well, S.M.'s man who does the heavy yardwork, G.T., came to take a look at our yard.  He looked around where I wanted to plant the roses, and heard my ideas for where another rose bed could go.  G. finally said that he couldn't really give me an estimate, but that he charges $55 an hour, and he could plant all the roses in a day of work.  Somehow I don't think that amount will fly with Mom, considering that Dad already got me a new hard drive, and I think they'd just as soon have that be my birthday present.  Perhaps I'll ask S. or some of the other students if they want to earn money digging holes.

Dad drove Mom and me to the produce place, where we picked up several kinds of fruit.  Then, though we were basically across the street from a couple of grocery stores, he drove home instead so he could go to a funeral.  It was for the son of a woman Mom and Dad know slightly from church.  Mom said she would have gone, except that she didn't think she could sit that long for a funeral service.

I drove Mom to the grocery store.  Since my ankle was aching so badly, I took a scooter, too.  I don't know why it was so bad today.  I brought my duffel bag and other canvas bags with my things in them to the house with me last night, but all of that wasn't as heavy as it has been when I was carrying a CPU back and forth.  I did laundry the other day, but you'd think my ankle would ache that night or the next day.  I had a heating pad on it last night.  I guess it's just the rain.

We -- I -- got a lot of food.  Of course I'll share it, considering that Mom paid for most of it.  I just filled up their refrigerator, and I'll try to take some of it back to the apartment with me, depending what's left.

I looked to see if anyone had replied to me on AfterElton, but I think most are busy with the holiday weekend and getting together with family and friends.

Jeff sent the third draft or so of a book.  It's a m/f erotic thriller that started out as erotica with thriller elements.  It's evolving from its origins to be relatively more literary in tone, but it hasn't exactly been a painless evolution.  Now that they've been published, I'll say that I adored Buddha on the Road, a m/m romance/thriller with supernatural elements; and Reich TV, an alternate history.  Jessewave's reviewer gave Buddha on the Road five stars.  I had told Jeff it was a winner.

I have a very cute Jade Buchanan story to work on, too.  Jade writes books with all kinds of combinations of characters.  I enjoyed her "cat-people from outer space" series, as I call it, very much.  This is a m/m/m and they're were-polar bears.  I'm expecting it will be cute from having read the short story that introduced them to each other and the reader.  I'm guessing they'll be playing in the snow in all kinds of ways.

More later, if anything exciting happens, or I feel like reporting further about the polar bear boys.

I read the review, and a commenter talked about head-hopping.  I suppose that's on me as the editor.  The book had marked point-of-view changes, but didn't have characters seeing what they couldn't have seen from their perspectives.  I don't know if I want to comment or not, but I'm thinking it would be much smarter not to.  I felt it was clear whose head the reader was in at all times.  I would have said so if there were any switches in POV that I couldn't keep track of.  I'll keep that in mind for next time, though.