The End is coming….
Many years ago, I wanted to write. I enjoyed crafting stories, making the characters do the dance. I found it liberating and fulfilling. And then stuff happened, and the magic that I found vanished in a puff of angsty teenage smoke.
Decades passed, and with the exception of two porn stories (don’t ask, I won’t tell), I never wrote another thing. Until I had a dream. Two young men–Taylor and Jackson–and a story that grew between them. When I wrote it down, a few people–Eden Winters and Anne Tenino–told me I should try to make an actual story out of it. So I did. It became the first story I ever sent out. While I was waiting for Harmony Ink to get back to me to let me know if they would publish it or not, I found a call from MLR Press for stories relating to music in the 80s. My first song was already taken. Then I found 500 Miles by the Proclaimers, and the story laid itself at my feet. I decided I’d give it a try. And it was accepted! It became my first contract, which was shortly followed by a contract for Pitch.
