May 25, 2020
The Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of the RWA is having its annual ‘On the Far Side’ contest, and I volunteered to be a judge. I have EIGHT entries to read and score by June 29th. Granted, they are the first 20 pages or so of each novel, but still…a lot to read.
Since I offered to help, I’m committed to the task. Plus, I may actually discover a few authors to add to my growing TBR list!
March 16, 2020
I just voted for reps in my local chapter and nationals with the RWA. While I’ve seen no issues on the local level (I admit that I’ve yet to attend a meeting), the organization on the national level was a hot mess. I’m hoping that real change is on the horizon. We’ll see…
February 14, 2020
As a relatively new member of the Romance Writers of America, I’m appalled by the groups actions – and inactions – to the complaints of racism, anti-LGTBQ+, and disabled biases that are entrenched within the organization.
Around two hundred members have left so far, including some big names in romance, like Beverly Jenkins, Tessa Dare, Alyssa Cole, Alyssa Day, Elizabeth Hoyt, and Courtney Milan, to name a few.
With that being said, it actually looks like there is a glimmer of hope in the works with a few left to fight the good fight, judging from what I’m seeing in the RWA forums. Of course, there are still some NWL and the like trying to maintain the status quo, and I’m happy to state that they are being shot down with their whining and trolling of the threads.
I was thinking about letting my membership lapse when it comes due at the end of July, but with what I’m seeing now, there may actually be some real change coming in the organization, as some serious hell-raising is going on right now. I hope that if things turn for the better, those greats in romance will return. We’ll see…
And to think that the RWA was founded by a Black woman (Vivian Stephens). WTF?
November 2, 2019
A short, short story that I have on Medium:
Once, a man hit me; he struck me across the face. My nose bled, as well as my upper lip, which was punctured by my own teeth from the force of that slap.
I was in my early twenties when the incident happened. Afterwards, I swore that no man would ever hit me again…and I had my revenge.
Fifteen years later, I was in a local grocery store. While trying to figure out which laundry soap to buy, I saw him. Our eyes met, and he genuinely seemed terrified. His abrupt turn down the next aisle made me chuckle. He was still in a wheelchair.
October 20, 2019
Spent the day reading a ton of Medium articles and short stories that I had on the back-burner for over two months. I was able to do this, once I decided on renewing for another year.
Now…on to my writing. As I have a whole week off from work (unpaid, as I’m a 10-month employee at my job, and need to take eight unpaid weeks off per fiscal year), I really have no excuse for neglecting Angelo II now.
Thank the Goddess for good coffee and plum wine.
October 10, 2019
Well…here I am, and I really don’t have much to say at the moment. Still, welcome to my partially furnished home. At some point, I will be adding artwork featuring some of my characters. Note that I am not very tech-savvy; while I like and appreciate most modern conveniences, I’d feel fine writing with a quill and ink.
Hell…to be honest, creating this author site was a pain in the ass.