Mar 14

March promptly penned: “It’s okay. You don’t have to love me.”

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Jackson leaned back against the mountain of pillows and crossed one long, muscular leg over the other at an attempt at casual as he watched all the blood drain from Elliot’s face.

“W-What did you say?”

“I said that I love you,” Jackson said simply. “I didn’t mean to say it so soon. I know you’ve got trust issues, and I totally get it. It’s okay. You don’t have to love me back. Not yet. I’m willing to wait for you to be open to accepting my feelings for you.”

He could feel Elliot pulling away from him. Not physically. Physically, Elliot still lay next to him in his giant king-size bed wrapped up in the Egyptian cotton sheets they’d tangled just a few hours earlier. But emotionally, mentally… Elliot might has well have been a smoking outline through the wall like an Bugs Bunny in an old Looney Toons episode.

Jackson leaned toward Elliot, pressing a kiss to his lips before resting his forehead against Elliot’s. “We can take things day by day. Go to work, where we’ll just be friends, and outside of The Knife… we can do whatever we want. Go out wherever you want. Stay in. It’s all up to you. We take things at your pace. Or we put a stop to this and go back to just being co-workers.” He ran a hand through Elliot’s hair. “I’d never hold that against you. In the kitchen, I’m a professional—”

“I know you are, Jackson,” Elliot interrupted. “I know. We wouldn’t have gotten this far if I thought you were anything like Nick. I just…” He let out a breath, running his hands up Jackson’s arms before wrapping around his neck. “I just need time.”

 

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Feb 09

Check it out: “Rook” by T. Strange

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Now available:

Rook by T. Strange

 

For killing his husband, Rook is sent to B-226—an alien planet populated by deadly creatures, where the average life expectancy for a prisoner is three weeks. Rook is relieved by the sentence—all he wants is to die and rejoin his husband.

Upon arrival on B-226, Rook is partnered with Stevie, who has beaten the odds and survived for several months. Rook is drawn to Stevie in a way he didn’t expect in the aftermath of losing his husband. Before Rook can untangle the mess of his emotions, the already deadly situation on B-226 worsens, plunging Rook and Stevie into an even more desperate struggle to survive.

Buy it here:

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Rook is T. Strange’s first publication with Less Than Three Press, and it’s been a great experience from start to finish. Sci fi isn’t a genre she saw herself publishing—her three previously published novels are all paranormal romance—but this story literally came to her in a dream (read the book. It was a crazy dream). Fun fact: Rook is not the first science fiction story T. has written. As a preteen, she began an epic saga about guinea pigs dealing with the aftermath of a war with cats. In space.

 

 

 

 

About the Author

image2T. Strange didn’t want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn’t stopped reading—or writing—since. She’s been published since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres. T.’s other interests include cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue.

Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs and other creatures of all shapes and sizes. She’s very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.

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Jan 17

Wednesday blogging: My life’s mission statement

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Jan 03

Wordless Wednesday: How I spent my holidays

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It’s the first Wordless Wednesday of the year, and we’ve changed up the rules a little this year… it’s still (supposed to be) wordless, but this time around we get to pick the topics. So, I’ll be telling you in pictures about my holidays. You’ll notice a trend in the pictures: I was bedridden from Christmas until just after New Years. The flu is epically bad in Texas this year. Go figure. The one year I drag my feet on getting my shot. >_<image1 image2 image3 image4

image5Haha just kidding. I didn’t see any fireworks. My bed doesn’t face the window, and even if it did, I can’t see the Kemah fireworks from there. And, of course, I don’t have cable so I couldn’t watch them on TV. But I did see some really pretty pics on social media. That counts, right?

Happy New Year, y’all!

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Dec 13

Wordless Wednesday: Holidays at my House

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This week’s Wordless Wednesday (which I’m cheating on and writing something) is all about the holidays at our houses. I may love Christmas music (sometimes), but I’m not actually big on holidays. The song claims it’s the most wonderful time of the year, but to me… it’s basically one big bundle of stress. Whose house are we going to and when? What do we need to bring? Will we have enough money for Christmas presents this year? Oh God, taxes are coming up! Stress, stress, stress.

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Baking is one of the things I do to de-stress. I can focus on the recipe instead of whatever is going on around me. Baking is a science, and if you get the ingredients wrong it tends to go very badly. The last thing you want is a funky-tasting cookie. I actually baked some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies with my daughter last night and am currently munching on a few. Nom nom nom.

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loathe wrapping presents. I’m the person who’d rather use bags and tissue paper than actually WRAP them (though when I do wrap, they tend to be fairly pretty).

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We don’t do Christmas lights at our house. I’d like to at some point, but back problems and super long work hours prohibit most decorating for us. That, and I get super lazy and once the decorations are up, I don’t want to take them back down.

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The thing I love most about the holidays in Texas? It gets chilly… ish. It did snow the other day, which was awesome. My friends made teeny tiny little snowmen in their backyards (the pictures are SO CUTE but  they’re not mine to share). I slept through most of it and had to work early that morning, so I didn’t get the chance to play in the snow, but my daughter did get the chance to have a snowball fight at school.

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Dec 06

Top ten Gifts for Writers

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It’s the holiday season again. And everyone keeps asking me what I want for Christmas. Since “five million dollars” is apparently not the right answer, I’ve put together this handy list:

 

  1. Coffee
  2. Wine
  3. Books
  4. Gift cards (usually for books or book-related items)
  5. Alone time to write
  6. Wine glasses
  7. Coffee mugs… where I’ll probably drink wine from, let’s face it
  8. Fuzzy socks – our feet tend to get cold when we’re typing
  9. Seriously… coffee
  10. Also seriously… WINE
  11. Bonus: IT help. We may work on computers for a living, but we don’t actually WORK ON computers for a living. (Deelylah gave me that one)

 

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Nov 27

Word counts

As of the posting of this blog, NaNoWriMo2017 will almost be over (I’m pre-scheduling this so I can continue writing all the words while I’m on vacation). I’m hoping to have far more words than I currently do. I’m hovering around 9,000 when, according to the NaNo counter, I should be closer to 20,000—super behind, but not so badly that I can’t catch up if I keep my nose to the grindstone.

The problem, for me, is that when I have a deadline like that and I HAVE to write x-amount of words in a certain timeframe, I end up wasting time on Facebook or wandering over to Twitter (where I haven’t posted regularly in a few years). I’ll decide that my brain needs a break and turn on an old episode of Supernatural so I don’t have to actively THINK about what’s coming next in my story or if I’m getting my character motivation right.

But, like Lays potato chips, you can’t watch just one episode of Supernatural and I end up binge-watching an entire season, letting the time I should be spending working fly by in a haze of demons, ghosts, and ogling the hot guys who star on the show. I do this far more often than I should, and as a result, my current word count is lower than it should be.

I KNOW I do this to myself. Why? I have four books written as Paige and ten written as Rhyann, so I KNOW I have the ability to finish. The easiest answer is that I get in my own way. I tend to stress on things and overthink them to death until I reach the point where I have to get up from the computer or risk a tension headache.

I’m trying to figure out how to take a deep breath and relax enough that I’m able to write without agonizing over every single word that goes on the page. My friend Tibby told me that the first draft of a book is the scaffolding of the story. I need to get the basics on paper and then go back and build the rest—put in the details and imagery I glossed over the first time around. Make sure the characters are progressing in their journeys while staying true to themselves. Create the best story possible, but do it in layers (why am I thinking of Shrek now?) so it’s not so overwhelming when I sit at my laptop to get these words down.

One day, I’ll be able to build my story without freaking out over every word and worrying that I’m a terrible writer who shouldn’t ever put pen to paper again.

One step at a time, right?

Nov 15

Musical Musings

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I was in the car with Tibby Armstrong and Deidre Knight. Deidre plugged her phone into the car. This was the first and last song played on our mini road trip (and it was totally accidental, lol)
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I love Norah Jones like whoa. Have all her music she’s ever released. And it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s from Texas. Seriously. Her voice makes me happy in the ears.
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Lindsey Stirling is a genius on her violin. I now wish I’d stayed in music lessons when I was little because even though she’s younger than me, I want to be her when I grow up.
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Oct 24

My Zombie Wedding by T Strange – excerpt

Genre: paranormal romance, M/M, contemporary romance

Length: 71,000 words (novel)

Blurb: Any city is bound to collect restless dead. Armed with the notebook of Icelandic magic his ex boyfriend, Bone, gave him, Edward Grey has been tasked with removing troubled spirits or finding ways for the living and the dead to coexist in harmony. Between planning his wedding with his undead Canadian fiancé, Kit Ward, and his continued studies as a medical student, Edward didn’t need another commitment, but he can’t turn away people who are frightened or in danger. 

A particularly vicious ghost gives Edward an ominous warning—they’re coming—and a few days later Edward’s notebook is stolen from him. While he’s attempting to find it, he and his mentor, Mariel, are confronted by a very powerful necromancer and barely escape with their lives. 

On the run, Edward is pursued everywhere he goes, until the necromancers following him manage to capture Kit. 

Edward’s hunt for his kidnapped fiancé will take him to the underworld and beyond.


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I was sweating by the time I arrived at Bone’s apartment. I pressed the buzzer for his unit and waited. I was terrified that I’d be grabbed at any moment, that Bone wasn’t home, that they’d already gotten to him and were holding him at gunpoint—it crossed my mind that he’d probably find that sexy, and I dismissed the thought as quickly as possible—and were waiting upstairs to capture me. I had almost convinced myself to walk away, to come up with another plan—though I had no other ideas—when the speaker crackled to life.

“’lo?” Bone’s voice sounded muffled, like his mouth was full. Was he gagged? Was he with someone?

“Who is it?” he asked, when I took too long to answer.

“It’s Ed—ward.” I’d almost called myself Ed; he’d trained me well.

I definitely heard him swallow. “Ed! Come on up, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

That couldn’t be good. Maybe he was trying to talk me into a threesome, with someone who wasn’t Kit—not that Kit could ever be convinced, for love or money, to sleep with Bone.

The door buzzed and I pulled it open automatically, no longer sure I wanted to go upstairs, but I needed to find Kit and I couldn’t do it alone.

The minute I opened the door between the stairs and Bone’s hallway, something felt…wrong. Usually my intuition isn’t very good, but my forearms and the back of my neck prickled. I tapped on Bone’s door, lightly, with one finger. The door swung open; it wasn’t even fully closed, never mind locked. Not like Bone, not at all. He’s paranoid about security. He usually doesn’t even let me in without physically seeing me first. The hall was strangely quiet, too. Bone usually has screaming, throbbing metal rock music playing. I have no idea why his neighbours haven’t gotten him kicked out of the building—maybe they’ve met him.

A small, triangular face appeared in the doorway, the movement—low to the ground and inhuman—startling me, but it was only one of Bone’s many ‘rescue’ ghost cats.

I clucked to her, and she very cautiously stalked over to me, most of her going through rather than out the door. I wondered, briefly, how Bone kept the ghost cats from wandering.

Petting the cat felt like I was stroking fur submerged in icy water. I was so hot from fear and walking in my unseasonably warm coat that the coolness was almost a relief.

I’d delayed long enough. I nudged the door open, wide enough for more than a cat to pass through. The ghost cat escorted me inside, marching in front of me, kinked tail held high and proud. I couldn’t see any visible signs of how she’d died, the way I could with some of them, and I was okay with that.
The apartment was dark—not only were the windows covered, as usual, in thick blackout curtains, but the lights were all out, except for one at the end of the hall. The bathroom light. Why was Bone in the bathroom, with the door open, when he knew I’d be coming up right away?

The clowder of ghostly felines glowed softly in the darkness, the intensity gently rising and falling to the rhythm of their purrs. It was both beautiful and eerie at the same time. Kind of like Bone himself.
“Hello?” I stepped around several ghost cats, trying not to look at them too carefully so I wouldn’t have to see the gruesome injuries some of them bore. I also had to make sure I didn’t step on Bone’s one living cat, a Ukrainian Levkoy named Rasputin.

“I’m in here,” Bone replied, his voice still oddly muffled. Was he eating in the bathroom?





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T. Strange didn’t want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn’t stopped reading—or writing—since. She’s been published since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres. T.’s other interests include cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue.
Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs, and a small dog. She’s very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.
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Oct 18

Wordless Wednesday: Autumn where I live

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Usually, I stick with the rules and don’t write anything on Wordless Wednesday, but since it’s my first post in a while and I’m currently battling a cold that won’t freaking go away, I’m feeling rebellious. That could be the cough syrup. Autumn in Houston… well, this is what you get when you Google “Autumn in Houston:”

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Pretty, huh? But looking outside my front door right now, when it’s supposedly already “autumn…” It looks NOTHING LIKE THAT.  I just took this pic, standing at my front door:

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See? Nothing like the above photos. Well, I could easily imagine some of my neighbors sitting on their porch enjoying a beer. Maybe not pumpkin beer, ’cause we mostly drink Bud Light or Stella, but that’s neither here nor there. The trees are still green, as are the shrubs and random greenery we have within our courtyard.

The weather tends to change pretty quickly here in Houston, this time of year.

Taken this morning:

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And then just now:

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By this evening, it’ll be chilly again. See why I have a cold in October? Mother Nature can’t make up her mind. Also, this is why we get such lovely weather. If you haven’t heard, it’s hurricane season.

From Wikipedia:

Autumn in Houston is warm, with temperatures averaging in the upper 60s to lower 80s °F (20-28 °C) during the day and in the 50s to lower 60s °F (10-17 °C) at night. Cool fronts that move through the region during the fall can bring rain. Hurricanes can move into the area from the Gulf of Mexico, bringing heavy rains and high winds. However, most years see little or no significant hurricane activity. Flooding most frequently occurs in October and November.

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October, 2015. So, while the north is getting snow (which we haven’t seen since… 2008, I think), we get rain. Usually, a lot of it. Harvey just dumped a few billion gallons of water on us a few weeks ago, so I’m pretty sure the upcoming storms this weekend won’t be awesome.

Okay, we all know the weather can suck in Houston. That’s not a surprise. But there really are some AMAZING things to do here, and the mostly temperate weather during this time of year gives us the ability to run around half-clothed (like most of us do at the Texas Renaissance Festival), go pick pumpkins or take pictures in a pumpkin patch, go to one of the many Christmas markets that are already popping up around the city, or just hang out on the front porch like my neighbors and I do.

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Autumn is my favorite time of the year. It gets chilly enough to wear a sweatshirt (my favorite of which, I have on right now), wear jeans and boots, or hang around the house wearing fuzzy socks, drinking hot tea, and reading (or writing!) a good book.

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