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Ten Things I’m Looking Forward to at GRL
OK, so I’m a GRL virgin. I’d always heard that it was next to impossible to get into GRL as an author. But it was actually easy. I just had to pre-register my information, jump onto the site at the exact second the registration opened, and type faster than I’d ever typed in my life.
It was a snap.
But although I have never been to GRL, I’ve heard some rumors abot the amazing things that go on there. So here are my top ten things I can’t wait to see:
- The Dancing Bear. I know it’s not kosher in this day and age to make animals perform. That’s why it’s so cool that GRL has opted for a dancing human bear. My sources tell me his name is Alvin, and that he’s quite a hunk. I like my mens furry, so I’m bringing a fistful of dollar bills to keep the poor thing fed.
- The Smores Bar. I first saw one of these at a friend’s wedding. They are fantastic, because the provide all the nutrients a writer’s brain needs–chocolate, marshmallow and graham crackers. And if there’s not one at GRL, I might just have to burn the mother$@#!* place to the ground. *ahem*
- The Special Guest Appearance. By either 8 of 9 (7 of 9’s lesser known sister), that gay guy in that one Star Wars book, or the hunky male cast of Sense8. I’ve made my choice.
- My First Big Fan. OK, I’ve been to three of these con/retreat thingies so far, and I have yet be accosted by a rabid fan of my work. It’s time, people. I will be at the QSF table most of the time if you want to fanboy or fangirl all over me, and I will include my photo with this post for ease of identification. Suggested first words: “Your book changed my life because…”
- Being the Belle of the Ball. I’ve brought my prettiest ball dress. There is a ball, right? All of these things have balls…
- The Educational Workshops. I haven’t seen the schedule yet, but I’m assuming it will contain such gems as How to Research Sex Scenes, Making Money Hand Over Fist in MM Romance, and Building a Writing Cave to Survive the Trumpocalypse.
- The Fine Cuisine of Kansas City. Kansas City is known for its food. Its steak… and… well… um… *scratches head*… ok, I’m looking forward to a good rib eye while I’m in town.
- Kansas City’s LGBT Nightlife. So not a bg deal. We’ll be back in California soon enough.
- Selling Enough Books to Pay for… The plane ride there. Or at least the wifi service on the plan ride there. One way.
- Proving to the World That Angel Martinez and I are Not the Same Person. Because we totally aren’t. I don’t know where you ever got the idea. I mean, we’re nothing alike. Seriously. Totally not true.
I am sure GRL won’t disappoint me on my virgin trip.
And if it does? They still have plenty of time to hire a dancing bear for next year.
Title: A More Perfect Union
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Genre: Gay Romance
Release Date: 06/26/2016
On June 26, 2015, the Supreme Court of the United States made a monumental decision, and at long last, marriage equality became the law of the land. That ruling made history, and now gay and lesbian Americans will grow up in a country where they will never be denied the right to marry the person they love.
But what about the gay men who waited and wondered all of their lives if the day would ever come when they could stand beside the person they love and say “I do”?
Here, four accomplished authors—married gay men—offer their take on that question as they explore same-sex relationships, love, and matrimony. Men who thought legal marriage was aright they would never have. Men who, unbelievably, now stand legally joined with the men they love. With this book, they share the magic and excitement of dreams that came true—in tales of fantasy and romance with a dose of their personal experiences in the mix.
To commemorate the anniversary of full marriage equality in the US, this anthology celebrates the idea of marriage itself—and the universal truth of it that applies to us all, gay or straight.
Once again Gio’s world transformed. The drab, swirling gray around him took on shape and color and texture as palazzi rose out of the mist—two- and three-story buildings in the Venetian style, painted in rust and gold, with peaked windows.
The ground beneath him coarsened and became a cobblestone street, and Alex was beside him once again. Gio looked behind them, but the bed and Devin were already gone.
They strolled hand in hand through Campo Santo Stefano in Venice, the sky above cloudy and threatening rain. It had rained for three days so far, and the tiny rental unit they had found just off the square had leaked like a sieve. There were little pots and pans scattered throughout the unit—whatever they could find—and they’d put their suitcases on the tall bed to avoid any flooding should the leaks get worse. But hey, the place was cheap.
Alex had jumped at the chance to practice his Italian this trip. They’d been together four years, and he still didn’t speak it all that well, but he was trying. Even the disastrous three days they’d spent with Gio’s mother hadn’t turned him off.
“Mi scusa, dove essere quell’indirizzo?” he asked a passerby.
Gio grinned to himself. Only three errors in that one. And hey, at least his boyfriend was willing to ask for directions.
The man pointed down the street.
“It’s right down here!” Alex smiled.
Gio glared at him. “In italiano?”
“Um, I mean, eccolo!” Alex led him to a shop just a block down with a window filled with Venetian masks.
Gio was from Bologna, which was practically next door, so this whole Venice thing was a bit pedestrian for him, but this was Alex’s first time, and he was like a kid in a candy store.
They entered the shop, crossing the high threshold that helped to keep out the annual floods that usually came with the fall. Venice was a sinking city, after all.
“Che belle maschere,” Alex said, picking up one, then another. The shopkeeper looked on, concerned. “Beautiful masks.”
Gio mouthed, “È americano,” and she laughed.
“What are you saying?” Alex asked, looking at the two of them suspiciously.
“Nothing, handsome,” Gio told him reassuringly. Then he saw it.
The mask was made out of leather, stained a beautiful mahogany brown. And it was the spitting image of Alex’s face. Gio pulled it down from its peg reverently. “This is the one.”
Alex looked at it. “Why?”
“Because it’s you.”
Alex looked at it again and then up at Gio. He took it gently from Gio’s hands and laid it over his own face. It fit like a glove.
It was a sign—they were meant to be here together.
“Vieni a vivere con me,” Gio said.
“Move in with me.”
Alex looked shocked for a moment, and then a smile spread across his face. “Even though your mother wouldn’t approve?”
Gio nodded. “Even so. I’m not a mammone.”
“You are a mamma’s boy,” Alex said, still grinning. “But the answer is yes.” Then he wrapped his arms around Gio. “And this will be our first piece of art to decorate our new place together.”
“It’s perfect,” Gio repeated. “But you’re the mammone,” he whispered in Alex’s ear.
About the Author
Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.
Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.”
Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way, finishing more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before – and seeing his first sale. He’s embarking on a new trilogy, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi (http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a support group for writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and supernatural fiction.
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