I live in an 90-year-old house in Savannah where I'm a nurse during a time of plague, panic and political malfeasance. I'm clearly my mother's son. I was raised by a Southern Mother and a Midwestern Father who had no idea what he was getting when he was lured in by her accent and complete unwillingness to take the shame or guilt the 1970's wanted to give her for fighting for Civil Rights or for gay men dying of AIDS in the 1980's, or of pregnant teens looking for a way out in the 1990's. I really have too much of her in for my good, just like she did. If you feel you have a right to come to my hometown on your vacation and not wear a mask I will ask you how it feels to be a plague spreader.
For the last couple of years I've been trying to diversify the authors I read, but I mostly stick to science fiction and fantasy as well as narrative history, and if I had to pick a favorite author right now it would be Eric Larson. I find his books stunning on so many levels. But I am making an effort to read more women and people of color and have recently been reading Jesmyn Ward, Liu Cixin, S. A. Chakraborty. Currently I'm devouring Gabrielle Hamilton's memoir Blood, Bones & Butter, who is a fantastic lesbian chef who rose to minor celebrity status because of her writing ability.
I write quippy science fiction and fantasy with gay leads for the most part, and have not been successful selling because "Fantasy Comedy doesn't sell," according to the agents and editors who have rejected me, and I totally believe them when the say it has nothing to do with having a sexually active gay man as the lead character. So I've sorta adapted to the fact that I'm just not going to published, and this more of a hobby for me, and I'm fine with that, because I have never regretted an hour I spent writing.
I would beta read, but I haven't yet. I'm afraid to commit to something and then have to give honest feedback. Momma always told me, "Silence can be more harmful than a unpleasant truth," and that has been one of the maxims that has seemingly defined my reality. So I think my battle with offering criticism here is to be honest without being unkind.
For the last couple of years I've been trying to diversify the authors I read, but I mostly stick to science fiction and fantasy as well as narrative history, and if I had to pick a favorite author right now it would be Eric Larson. I find his books stunning on so many levels. But I am making an effort to read more women and people of color and have recently been reading Jesmyn Ward, Liu Cixin, S. A. Chakraborty. Currently I'm devouring Gabrielle Hamilton's memoir Blood, Bones & Butter, who is a fantastic lesbian chef who rose to minor celebrity status because of her writing ability.
I write quippy science fiction and fantasy with gay leads for the most part, and have not been successful selling because "Fantasy Comedy doesn't sell," according to the agents and editors who have rejected me, and I totally believe them when the say it has nothing to do with having a sexually active gay man as the lead character. So I've sorta adapted to the fact that I'm just not going to published, and this more of a hobby for me, and I'm fine with that, because I have never regretted an hour I spent writing.
I would beta read, but I haven't yet. I'm afraid to commit to something and then have to give honest feedback. Momma always told me, "Silence can be more harmful than a unpleasant truth," and that has been one of the maxims that has seemingly defined my reality. So I think my battle with offering criticism here is to be honest without being unkind.
, LarsonFan. Excellent and interesting into. It's apparent you'll be quite at home at AW. 
, and though raised on a Montana farm, my mom was transplanted complete with southern belle accent and attitude 
from Wewahitchka in the Florida panhandle. 
