I was going to title this post "I Haven't Blogged Since January Therefore I'm a Suckass Blogger" but it's just too long. True, but long. Instead I decided I'd just tell you about my new book and then promise to blog more often. No, seriously, I promise.
My new book (it's more of a novella really but calling it a book makes me sound more important and I'm all about the self-esteem) is called Pool Hall Green. It's about a guy named Drew who hit the jackpot when it comes to pool playing talent but crapped out in the family department.
Writing this book meant a lot to me. Though I put something personal into all my books, Pool Hall Green holds a greater piece of me because my grandpa is a professional pool player (no, I'm not gonna tell y'all which one; watch me, being all coy like that). Though pool has always been a big part of my life, I've never considered writing about it before. My grandpa was a peach, putting up with late night phone calls, endless questions, my "frantic writer syndrome." He'd always answer with, "Yes, honey. That's right, honey. You got it, honey." So often women who write gay romance don't get support from their families (or even some members of the gay community at large) and to have a 70-something year old southern man helping out on a gay romance novel is the bomb.