Monday, December 31, 2012

Monday Men: Two in Bed



An old postcard I found at the flea market.

Those wore more innocent times when to men snuggled in one too-small bed and the mentioning of big feet didn't make folks snicker. I'm befuddled by the hat, however.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Wednesday Word Going French




clafoutis |klaˈfoōtē|
noun ( pl. same)

a tart made of fruit, typically cherries, baked in a sweet batter.

ORIGIN French, from dialect clafir ‘to stuff.’


Leave it to the French to have a different word for every nuance of cooking and baking. You see, tarts and clafoutis are not the same. Tarts are composed of a baked shell on top of which a batter like frangipane  and fruit is spread and it's baked again.


frangipane |ˈfranjəˌpān; ˌfränjiˈpän|
1noun an almond-flavored cream or paste.
• a pastry filled with this.

2 variant spelling of frangipani .

ORIGIN late 17th cent.: from French, named after the Marquis Muzio Frangipani (see frangipani ). The term originally denoted the frangipani shrub or tree, the perfume of which is said to have been used to flavor the almond cream.


Clafoutis, on the other hand, consists of a batter on top of which fruit is spread, and the whole thing is baked once. No shell. The fruit sinks into the batter during baking.

Technically, the French calls it clafoutis only when it's made with black cherries. They don't pit the cherries, claiming that the pits add an almond like flavor. In my opinion, they're just lazy. It's easy to add almond extract if you desire.

If this dessert is made with any other type of fruit, they call it flaugnarde.


flaugnarde [floɲaʁd]) also known as flagnarde, flognarde or flougnarde

a baked French dessert with fruit arranged in a buttered dish and covered with a thick flan-like batter.[1] Similar to a clafoutis, which is made with black cherries, a flaugnarde is made with apples, peaches, pears, plums, prunes or other fruits. Resembling a large pancake, the dish is dusted with confectioner's sugar and can be served either warm or cold.
ORIGIN The name is derived from the Occitan words fleunhe[2] and flaunhard,[3] which both translate as "soft" or "downy". The dish is common in the Auvergne, Limousin and Périgord regions of France.

Right. I'll just call this dessert tart. The French can bite me.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Monday Men: Winter


This is the only suitably seasonal photo I have, and it's not very good. The snow is all blown out and  two kinds of blurs are obscuring the men's features. But that's the magic of these photos--the person who had it in his album didn't need a clear image, only enough detail to jog his memory. Looking at this fuzzy picture he remembered how one guy's laugh sounded and how crisp and cold the air was and even how he felt that day. Snapshots, more than anything, are dependent on viewer participation.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Sunday Stuff


BAH! HUMBUG!

So the world didn't end. Again. What a surprise.  I could have predicted that. First of all the world won't end with rapture, fire and brimstone, and any other Hollywood pyrotechnics. It'll be with a slow whimper.


I'm a Grinch; the whole month of December is nothing but stress, cheesy supermarket music, and way too few daylight hours to me. I cope by batting down the hatches and trying to ignore the whole thing as much as possible.


The only decoration I have is this crocheted snowflake—a gift from Jo Myles. In lieu of tree, it hangs from my Dalek's plunger arm.

No wonder last years Christmas short—the one in Winter Warmers—ended up sort of melancholy. I was battling the flu and fleeing Mariachi music when I started writing it. No holiday short this year, although the second story in Dead in L.A. ends at Christmas time.  I was battling a wee bit of anxiety at the time of writing, and did my best to channel it into Jon's character. If you have it, use it. Am I right?

On the brighter side of things: winter solstice was on Friday, and from here on the days are getting longer. 


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Wednesday Word: Imbroglio

imbroglio |imˈbrōlyō|noun ( pl. -glios)an extremely confused, complicated, or embarrassing situation the Watergate imbroglio.• archaic a confused heap.ORIGIN mid 18th cent.Italian, from imbrogliare‘confuse’ ; related to embroil .
I love the sound of this word--so Italian. And it wouldn't be too hard to fit into everyday conversation. Imbroglio is a good word to describe the state of my work area or the plot of the latest James Bond movie.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Winter Warmers Winner


THANKS to everyone who joined the authors of Winter Warmers this week on our Toe-Tingling, Finger-unFrosting, Neck-Nuzzling, Sofa-Snuggling Blog Tour – all for the purpose of keeping you warm, you understand!

Thanks for sharing your winter season chat and cheer, and we're pleased to announce the WINNER of the free download of the book:

brenopa

Congratualations! Clare will be contacting you re your preferred format. And to everyone else, thanks for playing!
Hope you all have a sizzling hot Christmas!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Monday Men: Out For A Ride


I prefer amateur shot to studio portraits, but these two gents are more relaxed than the subject of these photos usually are.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Wednesday Word: Cockle


cockle 1 |ˈkäkəl|
noun
1 an edible, burrowing bivalve mollusk with a strong ribbed shell. • Genus Cardium, family Cardiidae.
2 (also cockleshell) poetic/literary a small shallow boat.
PHRASES
warm the cockles of one's heart give one a comforting feeling of pleasure or contentment.
ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French coquille ‘shell,’ based on Greek konkhulion, from konkhē ‘conch.’

 How did this saying come about? What do mollusks have to do with holiday cheer? I'm guessing, cockles need a lot of warming, living in the cold ocean.

It's almost Christmas again, and you start to wonder where the year went. Well there's no use to ponder; it's good and gone. Time is better spent curling up on the sofa with mug of mulled wine or hot cider and a good book.

Come and join the authors of Winter Warmers this week on our Toe-Tingling, Finger-unFrosting, Neck-Nuzzling, Sofa-Snuggling Blog Tour - all for the purpose of keeping you warm, you understand!

Each day, one of us will chat about the why and how of our warming, heartfelt, romantic and amusing stories. Feel free to chat with any of us about your thoughts for the season - especially if you have equally good ideas to keep warm :) And your comment will also enter you into a draw on Monday Dec 17 to win a FREE COPY.

Clare London's turn was on Monday—that's where I stole cockles from. Jo Myles posted yesterday.

My story in the collection, Wintertide, is set in Los Angeles, where I live. Here in Southern California we don't have picture card winters, there's no snow, but they days are shorter and cooler, and might even rain. It's easier to get melancholy. So it's now wonder that my story is about a couple of guys suffering from seasonal sorrows.


WINTER WARMERS - a seasonal anthology

Mulled wine. Butterscotch kisses. Hideous sweaters. Candy at the beach, or a trip to a sex shop in Amsterdam. And the man of your dreams, wrapped around you...

Winter warmers come in many shapes and sizes, from the tongue-in-cheek to the hot-as-hell. Enjoy a quintet of heart-warming tales of men loving men from Clare London, Chrissy Munder, JL Merrow, Josephine Myles, and Lou Harper that are guaranteed to leave you with a smile on your face.

One thing's for sure—it's going to be a red-hot Christmas!



*****


Lucky Dip by Clare London
Andy Jackson always knew that class 2C’s help in preparing for the annual Christmas Fair would be a mixed blessing. Then he’s paired up on the Lucky Dip with Greg, the man who dumped him but now can’t keep away, the pupils are either lecturing him on his lovelife or losing bladder control, and no one’s fixed the broken handle on the storage room. It may all be one whoopee cushion too far for him.

Butterscotch Kisses by Chrissy Munder
Matthew Morrison is determined to conquer his fear of heights and achieve a winning outcome. At least, that's what the best-selling, self-help book he's listening to promises. Being stuck on a three-story tower in the middle of a snowstorm wasn't part of the plan. With no St. Bernard in sight, it's Cute Ticket Guy Adam to the rescue, and an outcome Matthew never anticipated.

Wintertide by Lou Harper
May meets December when Jem and Oscar chance on each other at the Santa Monica Pier, only weeks before Christmas. The two men are separated by age, social status, and their taste in candy, yet if they are both naughty and nice, they might just find holiday cheer together.

When in Amsterdam... by Josephine Myles
Brandon is on his first visit to new boyfriend Jos's home country, just in time for their Sinterklaas celebrations. But an unexpected detour into a sex shop leads Brandon to new discoveries about himself, and a whole new dynamic to their relationship. The weather may be cold and damp, but Brandon and Jos soon heat things up!

A Pint of Beer, a Bag of Chips, and Thou by JL Merrow
What's the best gift a young man could get for Christmas? Mohawked saxophonist Liam wouldn't have picked the hideous collection of knitwear he's presented with by his mum and his aunties. He'd rather have the gorgeous older man he sees every day while busking at King's Cross. But with a little Christmas magic in the air, maybe those garish garments are just the thing for attracting a silver fox...


 

Monday, December 10, 2012

Monday Men: Three by the Water


When I buy old photos, I usually sort through a whole box of images randomly thrown together. I pick the few I do because something about them grabs my interest. In this case it was the guy on the right. I imagine him to be a man with a booming voice, big appetite, and a laugh loud enough to scare pigeons.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Wednesday Word: Frazzle


 frazzle |ˈfrazəl| informal
verb [ trans. [usu. as adj. ( frazzled)cause to feel completely exhausted; wear out a frazzled parent.• fray change the skirt if it gets frazzled figurative it's enough to frazzle the nerves.noun ( a frazzle)the state of being completely exhausted or worn out :I'm tired, worn to a frazzle.ORIGIN early 19th cent. (originally dialect): perhaps a blend of fray  and obsolete fazle [ravel out,] ofGermanic origin.


Because this is the time of year to be frazzled. Funny how Christmas is supposed  to be a season of love, but instead everyone's running around frantic till every last one of their nerves are in tattered.

As a Grinch, I do my best to ignore the season altogether—December for me is a month to get through, waiting for the world come back to its senses. However, it's not so simple this year. I just finished putting together my first semi-serious self-published book, Dead In L.A., and the formatting and creating various file types took me most of a day, leaving me frazzled. And now I have to promote.


Not only that, but I decided to publish it as Print On Demand, using Createspace. this is the full cover--I'm still waiting to hear back from the review.

I have a novel coming out with Samhain Publishing at the end of April, and the editing for it should commence any day now. It'll be my longest book so far—73,000 words, and it's titled Spirit Sanguine.

No matter how hard I ignore the jingles, jangles, and cheesy holiday musing infecting the airwaves, December doesn't promise to be a relaxing month.

Oh, by the way, I'm delighted to see that the practice of creating new words by smushing (mush+smash) other words together is a time honored one.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Monday Men: Welcome Home


I'm full of questions. Welcome home from where? When? Where are we, Britain or Australia?

On the back of the photo they are identified as Loyde and Harold. Am I the only one immediately thinking of Harold Lloyd or am I simply old to even know his name.

These chaps look like the could be one of Bertie Wooster's pea-brained friends. Am I dating myself again?

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Caturday




I chatted with a well-known and respected M/M author recently, and she confessed that her blog posts about her cat garner more attention than those of books, new releases, and other, you know, writerly stuff.  To quote Annie Lennox, who am I to disagree?

 

This is Fuzzy Devil, Devil for short. Devil-pooh at times. He passed away this spring at the ripe age of nineteen. He had a good life; I spoiled him rotten. He had canned food twice a day, cat treats, cat toys, catnip, and cat toys filled with catnip.

All this cat stuff has relevance to my writing. One of the important characters of a story I'm currently editing is feline. A crit partner remarked how on spot the the characterization is. Because cats have characters, trust me.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Wednesday Word: Till

till 1 |til|preposition conjunctionless formal way of saying until .ORIGIN Old English til, of Germanic origin; related toOld Norse til ‘to.’USAGE In most contexts, till and until have the same meaning and are interchangeable. The main difference is that till is generally considered to be more informal than until. Until occurs much more frequently than till in writing. In addition, until tends to be the natural choice at the beginning of a sentence: until very recently, there was still a chance of rescuing the situation. Interestingly, while it is commonly assumed that till is an abbreviated form of until (the spellings 'till and 'til reflect this), till is in fact the earlier form. Until appears to have been formed by the addition of Old Norse und (‘as far as’) several hundred years after the date of the first records for till.
I predominantly use till in speech, and so it's not surprising that it pops up a lot in my writing, where it regularly gets me in trouble with critique partners and editors alike. However, I refuse to give it up. If till wasn't too esoteric for Ursula K. Leguin to use, it'll do for me too.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Monday Men: Men of Winter



I love these guys with their identical nerd-glasses. There is an inscription on the back:



Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Wednesday Word: Turbid

turbid |ˈtərbid|adjective(of a liquid) cloudy, opaque, or thick with suspended matter the turbid estuary figurative a turbid piece of cinéma vérité.DERIVATIVESturbidity |tərˈbiditē| nounturbidly adverbturbidness nounORIGIN late Middle English (in the figurative sense): from Latin turbidus, from turba ‘a crowd, a disturbance.’USAGE Is it turbid or turgid Turbid is used of a liquid or color to mean 'muddy, not clear': turbidwater. Turgid means 'swollen, inflated, enlarged': :turgid veins. Both turbid and turgid can also be used to describe language or literary style: as such, turbidmeans 'confused, muddled' ( the turbid utterances of Carlyle), and turgid means 'pompous, bombastic' ( turgid and pretentious essay).
I so want to use both these words in an intentional piece of purple prose. How does turbid skies sound? How about turgid clouds?

Monday, November 19, 2012

Monday Men: Mr. Moustache


He's a handsome gentlemen and well groomed. The ladies must have swooned.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Sluggish Sunday



I have three books in various stages of editing, but for the moment I'm in a lull while waiting to hear back from editors, beta reader, and crit partners. I should use this time to do the many things I've been neglecting. My writing desk is a mess, old photos and postcards are waiting to be scanned, paperwork needs filing, and so on.  I also have to write a couple of blurbs. I got as far as making a list.

I blame my inertia on the weather. It's wet and gloomy, making me want to curl up under a blanket with a warm cat and a cup of hot tea. Fark it. I'm taking the day off.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Wednesday Word: Nascent



nascent |ˈnāsənt; ˈnasənt|
adjective(esp. of a process or organization) just coming into existence and beginning to display signs of future potential the nascent space industry.• Chemistry (chiefly of hydrogen) freshly generated in a reactive form.DERIVATIVESnascence nounnascency nounORIGIN early 17th cent.: from Latin nascent‘being born,’ from the verb nasci.
This word hisses at you from dark alleys. Psst, over here, I have vocabulary for you right here. You know you want it. What does it have to do with sailors during inspection? I have no clue.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Sexy Sunday Sailors


Here is the reason for my recent obsession with sailors, not that I need a reason. I have a story in this erotica anthology, and so does my friend, Jo Myles.  I got the print copies in the male two days ago. The paperback is on sale on Amazon, while the ebook edition will be available on November 13. For some weird reason they have different covers. Maybe you can't put a guy in his underwear on a print cover? I don't know.

A couple more sailors from my private collection:



Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Wednesday Word: Scend



scend |send| (also send) archaic
nounthe push or surge created by a wave.• a pitching or surging movement of a vessel.verb [ intrans. ](of a vessel) pitch or surge up in a heavy sea.ORIGIN late 15th cent. (as a verb): alteration of send 1or descend . The noun dates from the early 18th cent.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Monday Men: Hello Sailor!


There will be more sailors coming this week and next. I have a whole collection of them.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Seven Sentence Sunday


From a WIP I'm hoping to publish in December:


When I put up the flyers at the nearby campuses, a roommate was all I was looking for. Preferably a socially inept nerd. Someone to pay half the rent and cause no trouble.

The day after putting up the ads, the first email inquiry arrived from someone called Lea. I sent back a brief reply telling her to stop by after three. If she didn't mind sharing apartment with a guy, I had nothing against her.

Five after three the bell rang but when I opened the door I found a skinny guy standing at the threshold. The first thing that struck me about him was how his short, blond hair stuck out in every direction--as if it was trying to escape his scalp.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Wednesday Word: Nyctophobia




nyctophobia |ˌniktəˈfōbēə|nounextreme or irrational fear of the night or of darkness.ORIGIN early 20th cent.: from Greek nux, nukt-‘night’ phobia .
Happy Halloween, everyone!

Monday, October 29, 2012

Monday Men: Handsome Blond



Based on the angle and the framing, I'm pretty sure he took this picture of himself.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Sunday Snippet




The man's dark eyes seemed to accuse Denton of unspeakable crimes. Catnapping to begin with.

Eager to prove his innocence, Denton held Murry in front of him. "I have your cat. He must have jumped from your balcony to my fire escape. I found him sitting on my feet when I woke up."

Murry dangled between them as a furry peace offering for a couple of beats, before his owner reached out and took him. Those eyes focused on the cat for a moment, then back on Denton. "You fed him."

For absolutely no reason a shiver run through Denton, but he heroically ignored it. "It seemed as a polite thing to do, and it's daytime. I didn't let him get wet."

B. Maurell either hadn't seen Gremlins or had no sense of humor. "He's on a diet." The warm baritone of his voice undermined the gruffness of the words.

"What kind? If it's Atkins, all's fine--I only gave him tuna, no carbs." Denton meant it as a joke, and grinned like an idiot to bring the point home, but all he received was stony silence in exchange. Tough crowd.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Wednesday Word: Effulgent



effulgent |iˈfoŏljənt; iˈfəl-|adjective poetic/literaryshining brightly; radiant.• (of a person or their expression) emanating joy or goodness.DERIVATIVESeffulgence nouneffulgently adverbORIGIN mid 18th cent.from Latin effulgent-‘shining brightly,’ from the verb effulgere, from ex-‘out’ fulgere ‘to shine.’