Gay Fantasy and World Cup 2010

Can we use both of those in one sentence and not get excited? Either/or, that’s what today is about 11 June 2010. Opening ceremonies, 1st game kick-off between South Africa and Mexico, and my painful attempt to finish a gay fantasy romance that’s been in the works for a year or two, or three.

Shouldn’t be too difficult you say? Don’t you just love those people who say, “Just write, make yourself do it!” When, you literally have a dozen terribly important and insistent things you should be doing instead, that does not compute. And honestly, seems a bit patronizing to me.

When they continue breezily, “Oh, I can just sit down and write and write and write….” I can only blink. “Good on ya, mate,” I think. Someone has to supply the “fillers” and less than spectacular, ordinary type stuff out there which the markets are churning with and a certain genre of reader avidly consumes no matter what.

I laugh. That sounds rather pompous, doesn’t it? I love irony, and giving the little twists of satirical barb just below the tender skin. I smile devilishly and give my brief evil laugh, winking. That’s just me. I like to confound and provide consternation, but I mean no harm with it, it tickles me like crazy.

I also found a “lost” manuscript last night which I am quite pleased with. It wasn’t exactly lost, but if you saw the ungodly amount of typed and printed random sheets of paper, old scribbled envelopes, and huge stacks of notebooks, folders and files cluttering my work/sleeping room, you’d know why I thought about throwing a party for it. Now to see about getting it typed up to save to my laptop. Again I have to laugh. That will probably take another year or two.

12 insistent and important things to take care of, 1 unfinished story (among many, many, *sigh* many) tabbed on my screen. they’re just coming back from half-time RSA vs. Mexico, and the cat’s just scoffed up some leftover Chinese food from last night while I watched….

I think I’ll go water the garden. Wish I was at the cafe.