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Yes, I'm pathetic. LOL I swear I'm going to *attempt* to keep up with LJ more from now on. (Operative word being: "attempt".)
I've just been so swamped with playing babysitter, playing mommy, playing housekeeper, and playing author, that I feel like Elastigirl from the Incredibles. However, I finished my novel I started for NaNo (titled: When Darkness Falls).
jourdanlane betaread it for me, and now it's sitting pretty in the hands of the editors at Torquere Press in hopes that they love it. :D (I subbed it under Mychael Black, not Kay Derwydd, by the way.) Now that I'm done with it, I've picked up The Shape of Things to Come (you know, the futuristic fantasy with the vampire prince and the shapeshifting dragon?) and I have a little scene to share. *grins* It's not the latest scene, but it's one of the more important parts between Vincent Sheridan (the dragon) and Devon Hart (the vampire prince). This is the scene where they admit to loving each other and end up marking one another. Enjoy!
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( Explicit sex between men beyond this point! You have been warned. )

A new electronically published short story, now available from Chippewa press. 
Somebody shoot me please. This cold is royally kicking my ass this morning, and it's not even 8am yet. **head.desk**
In good news, the kids won in two different costume contests this week. On Thursday (at least, I think it was Thursday), we went to march in a small town parade. Lace (our roommate) and I were dressed in our Druid garb, while all three kids (my two, and her baby) were dressed in different dragon costumes. We were Druids & Dragons. *grins* Anyhow, kids had numbers, and lo and behold, my daughter Nadia won 2nd place in her age group! :D And then last night, the Dagsboro Volunteer Fire Department held a Halloween party. James and Lace's baby were dressed as dragons, and Nadia wore this adorable little get-up that Lace and I put together. James won 1st place in his age group for Scariest! :D Now, about Nadia's costume...we had a hexagon-shaped box. Well, Lace got the idea for Hex-B-Gone. So we spraypainted the box black, decorated it, put "Hex-B-Gone, Hexes removed 6 cents or 6 pieces of candy" and had glued pieces of wrapped candy to the lid. Nadia stood in the middle of the box (bottom was cut out) and the lid rested against her chest. It was held up by orange ribbons with white polka dots. She had a witch hat and carried her fairy wand. It was adorable!
Other than all that, not much has been going other than the usual stress. NaNo starts in about 2 days, so I'm gearing up for that. Writing under a pen name, but not Kay Derwydd. ;)
"Novel Visions" by Kay Derwydd is now available from Chippewa Publishing!
Jonathon Cayle is a horror novelist visiting New Orleans for a two-week long book signing stint. Unhappy with his life back in Atlanta with his girlfriend, he is grateful to be able to explore his preference for men while he’s out of town. What he finds in New Orleans, however, is the last thing he ever expected.
Warning: This story contains graphic sexual situations between men.
Excerpt:
He sat down on the bed, kicked his boots off, and draped his coat over the end of the bed to let it dry out. The stability of a regular mattress was a welcome relief. He was sick to death of Nadeen's obsession with waterbeds. He switched on the television to the news then began to undress. He only watched the news half-heartedly, feeling a bit out of the loop with the local bits, but he left it on as he went into the bathroom to fill the tub. He had an hour before Jess would be back and a nice soak in hot water would do him some good.
As he sank down into the steaming water, he felt calmness sweep over him. Now this was heaven. No Nadeen, no ringing phones, no socialite visitors; just himself, a hot tub, and the decadence of New Orleans right outside his window. With the soothing effects of the water, he was finally able to think about his next book.
He was in town to do the signings for The Hart Files, but he knew the plotline demanded another book. Rather, the main character demanded another book. Kain Hart: now there was a man to be reckoned with, and what better place to do a book signing for a vampire novel than New Orleans? Jonathon smiled and closed his eyes; if only Kain Hart were real. He chuckled quietly. If Nadeen knew he lusted after men, she would have a fucking heart attack. Jess knew, however, and she was constantly trying to set him up with some cute guy she knew.
Jonathon groaned at the thought of finally touching a man again. The last time he had was nearly a year ago, long before he started dating Nadeen. Within two weeks of the beginning of their relationship, she had made it clear she was not fond of gays and lesbians. Jonathon's heart collapsed in on itself that day, but he stayed with her; only the gods knew why.
As the steam wafted up around him and the tub, Jonathon felt himself drift off to sleep several times. If he had more time, he would give in. Every time he did, he was treated to a delicious dream of Kain Hart, his darkly sensual vampire from his latest novel. Oh, if only he were real. With a Kain Hart to keep him company, Jonathon would never return to Atlanta or Nadeen. He could not help but grin at the thought of the socialite bitch's reaction should that happen. So lost he was in his daydream of Kain, he did not hear the knock on his suite door until the person was nearly banging on it.