Month: December 2020

Time is calling 2020 “The Worst Year Ever.” Historians might dispute that. Is 2020 worse than the Black Plague, The American Civil War, or two World Wars? Maybe not, but it’s definitely been the worst of my lifetime and I’ve lived through some pretty grim years.

So, I’ll be very happy to see 2020 in the rear view mirror. It’s hard to stay optimistic after all the shit that’s gone down, but I’m too stubborn to give in to despair. The New Year will get worse before it gets better, but it will get better with vaccines coming online and a President who actually gives a damn about the American People and the rest of the world. Just hold on, get vaccinated as soon as possible, and keep wearing your mask.

Despite all the strife, I’ve done a lot of writing in 2020, publishing nine Mountain Men books, the short story collection Cowboys Don’t Kiss and Other Gay and Bisexual Love Stories, and Hippie Hollow: Lust On A Nude Beach, a fictionalized memoir and tribute to Austin’s nude beach and gay cruising area.

I’m starting the new year with San Francisco Swingers, a double-length tale of gay, lesbian, and bisexual swinger sex. The lusty Texans from Love Bi-Angle converge on San Francisco for a wild swinger party. And wild it is, with three men and three women turning each other every way but loose. Even though this is a sequel of sorts, you don’t have to read Love Bi-Angle to enjoy this story.

Reunited With The Mountain Men (Mountain Men 10), the conclusion to the Mountain Men series is coming on February 1. After his liberation from the queer Klansmen, first-time gay stud Tom Prescott has a wildly sexual initiation into the ranks of the Mountain Men.

I also have several more books in the planning stages or partially written, including Jack Hammer: Dick Diamond, the second hard-boiled thriller starring gay private investigator Jack Hammer. They’ll be coming soon. Happy New Year . . . Peace.

A new year always brings the hope that things will be better.

2020 has been a really shit year. Definitely the worst of my lifetime, with a bitterly divided country, a pandemic that’s killing thousands of Americans every day, and idiots who reject science and refuse to take simple obvious protective measures like wearing masks.

It’s also been rough personally. My husband and I haven’t had any health problems and our extended family is all right, but we miss visiting friends, going out, and just having a normal life. We mourn all the people lost to the pandemic and miss all the businesses that have closed, including almost all of our favorite restaurants. We’ve also had major problems with the house.

All this has affected my writing. It’s hard to write while the world is burning down. I’ve pushed the publication dates for several books back because I just haven’t felt like working on them.

But, it’s going to get better. A bunch of vaccines are coming and we’ll have competent people to manage distributing them. We’ll have to wear masks and keep our distance from other people for a few more months, but we’ll eventually have the Coronavirus under control, as long as enough people cooperate by getting vaccinated and wearing fucking masks!

I’m doing more writing again. San Francisco Swingers will be published on January 1. I’ve outlined Reunited With The Mountain Men, the conclusion to the Mountain Men series, and expect to start writing it soon. I’m tentatively planning to publish it on February 1. I also have several more books in the planning stages or partially written, including Jack Hammer: Dick Diamond, the second hard-boiled thriller starring gay private investigator Jack Hammer.

So . . . Hang on. Hope is on the way.