Got distracted, wrote a 10k word short that is pure gay smut instead of the slow build erotica I was supposed to be working on.

Writing a 1st person POV character getting turned on while dealing with the racing thoughts and distractibility and dysregulation of ADHD may not be as sexy as I thought. #eroticaauthorproblems

Second packed flight of the day with an empty middle seat in my row. I am truly God’s most blessed child. 🙏

Good god, how do y’all keep up with your writing while you travel? I think I wrote 300 words in the last week and I have chapters DUE.

I picked up my dog from boarding today, and when we got home, she immediately led me to the side of the bed where I sleep/write/play on my phone. A truly scathing indictment.

“Good,” I say to myself as I scroll for another hour

Oliver lies when he doesn’t need to and thinks nobody notices.

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I release it on Ream for members, so it's both published and a work in progress. I feel like Charles Dickens.

Making mac and cheese at 2am because I had an idea an need the carbs

I can't be the only one who gets a little nauseous when I see AI animation. Something about the way it moves is just…gross.

Smutty gay…romance? It might end up romantic.

Lyle learns more about the stranger who woke up in his bed.

Lowering the tone here with my smut:

“I’m not wearing your ex-girlfriend’s panties.”
“Sure you are,” Brody said easily. “You need the experience.”

Deleted several paragraphs because I went on a tangent, and then remembered the joy of serial publishing. Control Z, and tangent on, bitches. Plot is for next week #writerproblems #writesky

That the reader understands the POV character better than he does, himself.

In my story world trans people are safe, so…

Procrastinated by rewriting the fairy tale "Bearskin" so that two dudes bone down at the end.

#mmromance #writesky #mmparanormal

Oliver’s refrains are “I’m a good liar,” and “I don’t have a crush on my roommate,” and being wrong on both counts is getting him into trouble

It's been a hit.

Guy writes gay erotica about his straight roommate. Roommate finds it, can't stand how bad the writing is, and punishes the guy by making him edit each work. Hijinks ensue.

I can’t post it because it’s in the middle of an explicit sex scene, but know that a tongue is doing the darting.

It's release day for my short story, "Sandalwood." I am excited and also nervous.

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He’s dumb, but he’s fun.

At six forty-five on prom night a knock sounds loudly at the front door. "Damn, girl," Josh whistles when I open the door. "I'm wearing a push-up bra and two pairs of Spanx," I explain. "If I pass out, find the nearest girl to pull my underwear off so I can breathe again." "Heather!" my mom exclaims. Josh hands my mother a yellow rosebud as he steps over the threshold. "Thanks for letting me take Heather out, Mrs. M.," he says. "Why, how thoughtful!" Mom says, heading off to find a vase, I'm sure. She loves Josh so much. I give my date a pointed look. "Your mom told you to, didn't she." He shrugs. Josh looks damn good, himself, but that's so commonplace that I can't muster any additional enthusiasm. We exchange boutonniere for corsage in silence, putting on our own flowers so that Mom can hustle us in front of the fireplace for pictures. "Heather, make a normal face," Dad instructs after the fifth photo. I uncross my eyes. "Can we just go?"

From the time I tried to write a straight couple. The neighbor boy’s mom told him to invite her to prom. They each show up as ancillary characters in other stories, and maybe someday I’ll get back to them.

Alternating 1st-person POV. I hate reading it, so I don’t know why I chose to write it. It’s going okay, but making sure the characters have distinct voices takes so. Much. Time.

a man in a suit and tie is being attacked by a woman ALT: a man in a suit and tie is being attacked by a woman

Oliver of "Say Thank You"

Trying to check comprehensive trigger warnings for my gay retelling of Grimms' Fairy Tales, and OH MY GOD. Never thought that I, a gay erotica writer, would be marking Yes to "Decapitation." Storytellers of the early 1800s were some sick freaks. #writerproblems

"What are you doing after prom?" "Game of Thrones marathon at Allison Barnhart’s." "Want to skip your nerd gathering and hang out with me?" He grins hugely but buries his face in a pillow to hide it. Fucking adorable. "What about your friends?" he asks, peering at me with one eye. "LeAndre's folks rented out a couple of suites, so everyone is going there. I'd ditch them for you,” I swear grandly. I mean it. Crispin looks contemplative for a moment, and I know he's a little irritated that I didn't offer to take him along to the popular kid party. I would counter with the fact that he didn't invite me to his thing, either—who doesn't like Game of Thrones?—but it's easier not to have the argument. Finally Crispin says, "Allison has booze." "I have stolen, like, so much liquor from my parents. And you know it’s the good stuff because it’s disgusting." "They're going to be so suspicious." I nudge him in the side. "Quit making excuses. Do you want to spend prom night over here or not?" "Yeah, but how are you going to explain it to your parents?" That’s the main issue, isn’t it. "My parents? I'll think of something, like…we chose to play video games instead of get drunk and irresponsible with our hooligan friends." Crispin smiles. "How noble of us."

From the one story that only needs an epilogue before I can call it good, "Watching Him Back." Jock Aaron and artsy nerd Crispin are dating on the down low.