A touchy Dom who doesn’t know how to turn off his Domness. An unsure sub who is drawn to something he doesn’t understand. An old queen who has lost more people than she cares to remember, but who will kick the ass of anyone who has the nerve to give up on life or love.
Add in some family drama and a bar where the Old Guard Leather crowd runs up against the yuppie Safe-Sane-Consensual crew, and you get In the Weeds.
And boy do I hope that Dreamspinner changes that title. Seriously, does that scream BDSM to absolutely anyone? I officially suck at all titles.
Despite my inability to come up with titles, Dreamspinner picked up my latest novel and it will be available in both ebook and paperback sometime around next February. Weeee! This one is heavy on the BDSM with more sex scenes than my usual, but it has a lot of plot as well. That might explain how it ended up being 112K words. Yep, this is my second longest title–right up there with Blowback.
Nothing matches the joy of knowing someone likes your work enough to publish it. Yes, I love my flist and I love all the great feedback I got on this one, but Dreamspinner is putting their money where their mouth is, which implies that they *really* like it. Well, that and getting a paycheck is mighty nice.
You see, as a writer, it’s so easy to think that every idea sucks. Actually, I start every book thinking it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. About halfway through I start wondering what the hell I’m doing, and then I pretty much want to hide the whole draft on my hard drive and never let it out.
I have a lot of half-written ideas from the fanfic Happiness Curve (Part three of the Shaman Xander Learning Curve series) to the original Customary Miracles (A shy writer who has always fit in because he’s never really found himself meets a professor from India who has never fit in because he’s always known who he is). If I had a fire and lost my harddrive and my back up at the same time, a few dozen novels would die a brutally quick death.
But selling a novel makes all the pain worth it. I wrote something good. I must have. They’re paying for it.