Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Call for Submissions!

My publisher has put out a call for submissions for Australia Day and/or Winter Holiday short stories!!!  Get writing, folks!
Australia Day:
Aussiebum Swimwear
There's more to Australia Day than hunks in swimwear...but hey, it's nice to look at
Australia Day is the Australian version of July 4, it’s when the whole of Australia drops everything and PARTIES to celebrate ALL THINGS Australia. It’s fireworks, festivals, food, beer, ferryboat races on Sydney Harbour, you name it… It’s their national day. Every city puts on the most amazing celebrations.
So here’s your chance if you’ve always wanted to write a story about Australia, help us celebrate Australia Day! Imagine the stories you can write about HOT Aussie men in iconic Aussie locations/scenarios:
- Surf Life Savers on Bondi Beach
- Jackaroo horsemen in the Outback
- Drag queens and HOT men at Sydney’s party of parties the Gay Mardi Gras
- Lovers snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef
- Romance in Melbourne, the Paris of the southern hemisphere
- Opera at the Sydney Opera House
- The mystical Ayers Rock and the Red Centre
- Love in a hot wool-shearing shed on a sizzling Queensland
- A steamy crocodile safari in Darwin
Now that you’re tantalized with the possibilities…here’s the details:
Stories should be between 5k and 40k
Any subgenre you’d like (but MUST be set in Australia around the celebration)
Due November 5, 2012
Submissions should be sent to
Christmas Stories:
Christmas Memories
Christmas Memories (2011) by Matthew Lang
H-oohhh-H-ohhh-Holiday Time! Let’s celebrate MLR style! From the sweet to the scorching,
the winter holidays have it all. Whether it’s Thanksgiving, Winter Solstice, Hanukkah,
Christmas, or New Year’s Eve – no matter the holiday if it’s in the winter months,
let’s celebrate it!
Stories should:
- Be set around a winter holiday between Thanksgiving (US) and New Year’s Eve
- Be between 5k and 40k
- Any subgenre is welcome
Deadline for submissions: August 15th, 2012
Submission should be sent to

Monday, March 26, 2012

Oh, Sebastian...

This is an amazing representation of the character of Sebastian from my novel, Beyond the Edge:

~ Liz

Friday, March 23, 2012

Raising the Media-Aware Child...

So...I let my daughter play with Barbies.  And watch Barbie movies.  And read Barbie books.  I never thought I would.  I always intended to ban the high-heel wearing, disproportioned diva from the house if I had a daughter.  But...but...she loves them so much!

Some of the Barbie movies are actually not that bad.  They convey very positive messages and the production values are pretty good.  Others however...well, let's just say I cringe when she says she wants to watch them.  The books are worse.

There was a book fair at her school yesterday.  We gave her ten dollars and she took ten dollars from her piggy bank.  And she picked out the books she wanted.  She got a book about sharks (yay!), a book for her brother (awe!) and two barbie books, one of which came with a necklace (blatant marketing ploy!).  She asked me to read them for her this morning.  She is a good reader herself, but still likes me to read to her when possible.

So, the first book is called Barbie - an Egg-cellent Easter!  On the first double page spread, Barbie and her sisters (Skipper, Stacie and Chelsea) are sitting at a picnic table in the backyard of a giant pink mansion.  They all wear stylish outfits, have perfectly coiffed hair, and are kept company by a white poodle with pink bows on its ears and a fluffy white kitty wearing a tiara.  And Barbie is wearing pink stilletos!  At a picnic table in the backyard!  Why am I even surprised???

So, I couldn't keep quiet.  I evinced my disdain before even starting to read the story.  And did my daughter appreciate the honest criticism of the vomit inducing messages being delivered to her by this innocent-seeming book?

In a word, no.  Oh, she was pissed!  How dare I criticize Barbie and her sisters?

I apologized and explained that I was simply trying to make her aware of what she was looking at.  She didn't care.  She just wanted me to read the story.

Okay, fine.  I really tried to.  But after a few pages I felt the need to point out that Barbie and her sisters really wouldn't have time to paint so many Easter eggs since they obviously spent hours at the hair salon getting styled and manicured within and inch of their lives...

She got upset again so I shut up and just read the story.  Then she wanted me to read 'Barbie - Princess Charm School'.  I said sure and promised myself I would just read it without the critical comments.

Unfortunately, I was soon presented with an image of two teenage girls in extremely short skirts, knee socks and high heels, little plaid blazers over white shirts and ties, looking completely vacuous and dismayed as they recognized their friend Blair in a painting of the lost Princess Isabella!  I just couldn't keep quiet.  This gives you an idea of what we were looking at:

Although in the book we have, the drawings are even more exaggerated.

She got so mad at me she took the book away and didn't want to hear the rest of the story.  I did apologize and I tried again to explain my motives.  I want her to be aware of the images she's being presented with, and not just gobble them up, mindlessly absorbing the messages contained in them.  She said "Mom, it's just a book and they're cartoons!".  And she's right of course.  But on the other hand, I don't want her to think that teenage girls should be dressing like a straight man's ultimate school girl fantasy either.

Anyway, we snuggled and made up.  I grabbed the book she picked out for Graham and got him to come over so I could read it to both of them, thinking that this would be nice and cozy and comforting.

Unfortunately, this book was about a bear that liked to hug trees.  What's wrong with that you ask?  Well, a man comes into the forest and starts to chop a tree down.  The bear gets so mad he almost eats the man, but just can't do it.  So he hugs him instead.  The man is so frightened that he drops his axe and runs away.  Then the bear gave the tree a big hug and "the tree felt much better."

I tried to let it go.  I really did.  But I had to mention that trees really don't feel any pain when they are chopped down.  And that if we didn't chop down trees we wouldn't be able to use wood for building things.

Man, I am the meanest f-ing mom in the world.

We managed to reach an agreement.  We decided that it wasn't really fair of the man to chop down the oldest, most beautiful tree in the forest.  It was obviously the bear's favourite tree and he had every right to scare the man away.  I explained how foresters now replant trees when they cut them down.  And we try to use other materials to build with when we can.  But that it is still necessary to cut down some trees.

I think they understood.  And I don't think they were too mad at me by the end of it.

I hope they start questioning some of the stories they read now and thinking about whether the story makes sense or not.  I'm willing to piss them off occasionally in the interest of raising media savvy children.

~ Liz

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Teaser from Beyond the Edge (bdsm m/m/m)

From Chapter Fourteen - Puppy Love?


When I awoke, it was morning.  Sebastian slept soundly near me, looking like a fallen angel with his tousled hair and nakedness.  I leaned in close, inhaling his particular scent.  I couldn't even describe it.  It was just Sebastian.

I looked at the large window to see a grey sky and snow falling softly. 

Stretching out on my back, I threaded my fingers behind my head, staring up at the uneven plaster ceiling of Sebastian's room.  What a tumultuous couple of weeks it had been.  First, meeting Sebastian, and knowing we might have something.  Then our weekend with James and the beginning of an amazing partnership.  And then the past couple of weeks.  Sebastian and I had come together on our own and were building something, something that could turn out to be wonderful.  Hell, it already was.

I heard a noise and opened my eyes, turning my head.  Sebastian must have made the sound, but his eyes remained closed.  He lay on his stomach, his head turned toward me, elbow crooked and his relaxed fist on the sheets beside me.

I turned on my side, looking him over, marveling again at his perfection.  I mean, he wasn't actually perfect, but that's what made him so alluring.  His mouth looked a little too big for his face and there were freckles and moles scattered over his skin.  But to me, everything fit together to equal absolute loveliness.

I couldn't help reaching out and touching his straw-colored hair, so soft and giving him that boyish look that I loved, although he was twenty-four.  Still so young, really.  But no longer innocent.  I grinned, remembering how he had been introduced into my world, and how he had taken to it so naturally.

He mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, sighing.  His hand drifted under the sheets to his cock, which I could see arching over his stomach.

Uh huh.  I see.  Someone was a little randy this morning.

I grinned, checking to see that his eyes were still closed.  His breathing came deep and slow.  Gently, carefully, I pulled the sheet down, revealing his stunning form and his swollen cock to my admiring gaze. 

I scooted down taking the tip of it in my mouth, teasing the slit with my tongue and tickling him awake.

He grunted.  When I glanced up his eyes opened, glazed and confused at first, then wide and amazed.  I took him deeper.  His mouth opened as his eyes closed again.

"Oh..." he murmured.

I smiled, moving on his cock, slowly, dreamily, savoring ever ridge and swell of him.  I took my time, delighting in the breathy sounds he made and the way he squirmed beneath me.  I had my arms over his thighs to keep him still but he arched and writhed under my hold as I worked him.

When I knew he was close, I reached, taking his hands in my own, threading my fingers with his as I brought him home.

He cried out.  I felt my mouth fill with his bitter juice.  I swallowed and sucked as he convulsed with pleasure.  His fingers tightened in my grip.  He held onto me with everything he had as he shuddered and cursed.

When it finished and his body relaxed, I let his cock slide out of my mouth.  I kissed its sweet wet head tenderly before releasing his hands and moving up beside him.

He looked at me dazedly.  "Wow."

I smiled.  "Good morning."

He grinned.  "Uh huh."

I kissed him tenderly, delighting in the generous shape of his mouth and the fullness of his lips.  "What time do your roommates get back?"

"Mmm, probably not 'til late tonight.  They tend to make the most of their weekends."

I nodded.  "That means we can make the most of ours.  Unless you have somewhere to be?"

He shook his head.  "But I need to get some groceries.  There's not much here...sorry.  I'd make you breakfast but..."

"I had breakfast," I said, winking at him, glancing at his cock.

He laughed.

"Okay." I said.  "So lets shower and go out for breakfast and I'll help you get some groceries.  It'll be easier with my car, right?"

"Right.  That sounds great." He said.

I moved to get up but he grabbed my wrist.

"I had a really good time yesterday.  The dancing was fun.  And..." He hesitated.

I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it.  "What?"

"I'm just...I'm really glad I met you."  His blue eyes conveyed the sincerity of his statement.

"Oh, honey..." I blushed, looking down, then back up at him.  "I feel the same way.  And if you don't stop being so goddamn adorable we're gonna end up staying in bed all day.  Which would be fine except I'm starving."  I ruffled his hair.  "I guess we have James to thank for bringing us together, huh?"

He nodded.

"And I have a feeling he'll extract all kinds of gratitude from us next time." I said.


Sebastian graciously let me shower first.  His bathroom was too small for game playing so we showered separately.  When I finished, Sebastian got in.

I found my clothes from the night before.  My shirt smelled a little so I yelled in to ask Sebastian if I could borrow one of his.

"Sure!  My t-shirts are in the dresser." He said something else but I didn't hear him.

I put my jeans on and walked over to his dresser.  People usually kept underwear in the top drawer, so the t-shirts were probably...wait a second...people usually kept underwear in the top drawer.  I glanced at the bathroom.  I could still hear the shower running.  He wouldn't mind if ... I pulled open the top drawer of his dresser, gazing in.  Sure enough, a pile of neatly folded boxer briefs filled one side, socks the other.  I could care less about the socks.  But I lifted out the top pair of briefs and held them up - red Calvin's.  I imagined Sebastian wearing them.  Only them.  I folded them and put them back.  I shut the drawer quietly and pulled open the second one. 

What the...

I stared, motionless.  I wasn't even really sure what I was looking at.  I reached in and pulled out a leather hood of some sort.  Once I got it out I could tell that it was a puppy hood, with folded ears and a muzzle, with eye holes.  Okay...this is interesting.  I looked in the drawer again.  Oh my god...a tail!  I touched it gently with my fingers, holding my breath.  A black rubber butt plug with a flange attached to a curvy black rubber tail...


For some reason my cock became a hard rod in my pants.  I pictured Sebastian wearing the hood and the tail, down on all fours in front of me.  I trembled with excitement.  I'd heard a bit about puppy play in the gay world, and it intrigued me.  But I'd never actually seen a guy dressed up like one - well not in person.  It looked like Sebastian had even more surprises for me.  Why hadn't he told me?  Was he worried I'd laugh at him? 

I caressed the leather hood with my hand before putting it back in the drawer the way I'd found it.  I closed the drawer quietly and opened the next one.  Just t-shirts here.  I grabbed a black long sleeved shirt, putting it on quickly.  I shut the drawer and took my phone out of my pocket, so I'd look busy when he came out of the bathroom.  


Continued at my Kink Blog

~ Liz

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Yesterday I finished formatting the first draft of 'Beyond the Edge' and sent it to my editor at MLR Press.  At 76,000+ words, it is the longest writing project I've ever completed.  I'm very proud of myself and pleased with this accomplishment.

Writing a novel is something of which I always dreamed but never thought I could achieve.  Who knew that all it would take was a chance encounter with a leather pup and the bravery to write hardcore bdsm for publication?  Also, given that my m/m bdsm freebie The Story of E continues to enjoy the highest consistent ratings of all my stories on Goodreads, I figured I should get something into publication.

While I wait for Amanda to find time to read my submission, I will be focusing on looking after the household chores a little better (Sorry, G), and writing a Father's Day short story and a sequel to The Beach House, both of which I also hope to publish with MLR Press.

It's pretty amazing that, at the age of forty-two, after getting married and starting a family, I have the opportunity to explore this side of myself and write the stories that have always been there inside me.  Stories that contain explicit sex, complex emotional entanglement, and even spiritual themes.  Stories that explore gay male sexuality and relationship in a very positive, enriching light.

Can you think of a better job?  I can't ;)

~ Liz

Monday, March 19, 2012

Interview with NR Walker

I'd like to welcome new author NR Walker to my blog today!

As an occasional visitor to online fiction sites, I stumbled upon a story called 'Sixty-Five Hours' one day.  The story is about two men who work in an advertising agency and seem to be at cross purposes.  Their personalities are quite polarized, one is gay, the other is (supposedly) straight.  The owner of the agency forces them to work together over a long weekend on an urgent, important assignment.  Over the course of the weekend, truths emerge, souls are bared, and an unexpected romance is kindled, all amidst the awkwardness and intensity of colliding personalities and looming deadlines.

I LOVED this story.  It stood out because of the excellent writing, complex characters, humour, and realistic premise/plot.

So it does not surprise me at all that the writer of this piece has contracted her very first publication in the m/m romance field, to be released by Silver Publishing on April 28th, 2012:

I LOVE the title 'Taxes and Tardis'. Will this be your first published piece of fiction?

Yes, it’s my first. Funnily enough, it wasn’t the first thing I wrote for publication.  I had already submitted a different manuscript for consideration and had started another one, but then saw the anthology prompt for A Mind is a Beautiful Thing on Silver Publishing. I loved the geeky-guy-love plot and thought the looming deadline would be great experience, so I decided to write for it.  I wrote 25K, had it pre-read and edited in ten days.  Needless to say, I was floored when Silver Publishing said they wanted it. 

How does it feel to look at that gorgeous cover?

Oh, isn’t it beautiful?  I could stare at it for hours. I first got the email with the cover while I was at work, and literally did a weird-clappy-bouncing-dance at my desk.  It’s so gorgeous.  Because it was an anthology release, the cover was already made and posted on the site, so I was able to write that scene of the two characters reading in bed. 

What is this story about?

The blurb reads:

"Taxes and TARDIS is the story of Brent Kelly, a laid-back tradesman whose only concerns were drinks with friends and which man to bed next.   In need of a new accountant to sort out his shoebox of receipts, he’s referred to Logan Willis, a quiet spoken, science-fiction loving geek.
He didn’t expect the geeky guy with an English accent and dark-rimmed glasses, wearing a TARDIS-blue shirt to be so intriguing.
He didn’t expect to be fascinated by him, let alone attracted to him.  He most certainly didn’t expect to fall in love.

From jock to geek, both men know the differences between them are vast.   But in this opposites-attract erotic drama, maybe it wasn’t the differences between them that would drive them apart.  Maybe it was the differences between them that made it worth the fight."

The reader doesn’t have to know about Dr. Who, or science fiction for that matter.  It’s all about the journey these boys take falling in love.   The TARDIS theme runs throughout the storyline, because it started with Logan wearing a TARDIS-colored shirt.  Brent then rents out some DVD’s, and so the conversation between them begins.

It’s a sweet, short story about overcoming differences and finding the real person behind stereotypes.

What made you decide to write m/m romance for publication?

I’d written and read *slash fanfiction for almost three years, so my love for m/m was already well established.  It got to the point where I had to decide to either write for myself, or not at all, so I thought I’d give it a try.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? 

Are you surprised by the popularity of this genre at the moment?

I’m still relatively new to the whole m/m world, so I’ve really only ever seen it be popular.   I’m not surprised, per say, because it’s awesome. *winks* But I feel very strongly about this genre, and I’m proud to be a part of it.

Why do you think women enjoy reading and writing m/m romance?

Well, I think there are a lot of reasons.  I’ve always said the only thing better than one hot guy falling in love and having great sex, are two hot guys.  I think the same principle applies to heterosexual men who fantasize about watching two women get it on.  Heterosexual women are no different.  The fantasy of watching two men, all hot and sweaty, getting hot and heavy is a huge turn on.

But it’s more than physical. It’s the insight to a man’s psyche, even if written by a woman.  We like to see their more vulnerable sides, we love to see them overcome emotional adversity and above all, watch them fall in love.   I think the vulnerability of the main characters is something we can relate to, but having both lead characters be male makes it more exciting.    

And most importantly, there’s something primal about visualising/watching two men get it on.  It’s hot, pure and simple. 

Are you friends with any gay men in real life?

Yes.  They’re not in my closest circle, so not best of friends, but still acquaintances.  I live in a smaller town in regional Australia, so it’s quite removed from the likes of Liberty Avenue of Queer as Folk fame. *snort*

Describe an average day in your life.

I’m a mum to an eight and nine year old, and I work school hours, every day.   So my day generally starts around seven AM, getting the kids ready for school and me ready for work.  I get home around three in the afternoon and my kids have some sport or activity most afternoons.  We generally get home around five-ish, when I try to get a handle on housework and dinner.  I usually try to fit in some family/husband time and then get some writing done somewhere in there too.  I normally crawl into bed around 1AM. 

How do you balance the responsibilities of being a mom, a wife and a writer?

Admittedly, sometimes not very well.  My kids and husband are my priority of course, but the characters in my head don’t share very well.  *snort* And I am easily distracted by “research” (aka gay porn) so sometimes when I should be writing, I’m not.  And then sometimes when I should be concentrating on family, I’m writing.  Finding that balance is something I’m working on.

Are you working on any other writing projects at the moment?

Of course.  I’ve started a m/m/m poly and am 10K into it.  Though I’ve had to stop writing it twice now, to edit my other submissions.  So I’m hoping once all works are done, I can concentrate on my poly boys. They have an awesome story to tell and I can’t wait to see how it pans out.

I’ve never done poly before so it’s quite the challenge, getting the dynamics right and there’s an awful lot of limbs and body parts to keep track of.  But it’s great, and I adore all three of these boys, for very different reasons.

I’m estimating the story will be around 50K, but that will depend on how much the three of them have to say.

I also have two other plots briefly outlined, which I’d like to see written this year.  I just need another day in the week to write all the things I want to write.


Thanks Liz, for inviting me along for a Q&A.  It’s my first official interview since becoming published, and I am very excited to have been asked. 

My blog, for news and updates, can be found at  

You can also contact NR Walker on Facebook  N.r. Walker

'Taxes and Tardis' will be available at Silver Publishing on April 28th, 2012.


Thank you, NR Walker, for agreeing to do this interview.  Super huge congrats on contracting your first story.  I very much look forward to reading it!

~ Liz 

*Slash fanfiction takes established characters from a book or movie and creates a same sex love story with them.  In the hands of a good writer, the 'established' characters become developed in ways that take them far beyond the originals.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

MY Choice.

In light of what is going on in the States right now with the birth control controversy, I feel I can no longer remain silent about something that occurred in my own life.  If we, as women, don't speak up and talk about these things, how will we, as a gender, ever move forward and take back our power?

I was twenty-six when I met him.  Handsome, adventurous, a wonderful writer, and an intellectual, he embodied my fantasy of the perfect man.  Sparks flew in bed and out of it.  However, he didn't have any money, job or sense of personal responsibility.  A master manipulator, he relied on his relationships with people and his charming personality to get by.  He lived with a nerdy friend for free because the nerdy friend got lots of excitement and a higher social standing when associating with Him.

We had lots of fun together.  He turned out to be my 'bad boy' relationship.  He smoked nicotine and pot, drank whiskey, and wrote brilliant poems and stories.  We met in a scriptwriting program at the local college.  I knew he might be bad for me.  But, I thought I was in love.  Or I thought I had to be in love to justify the great sex I was having.  He said things that led to me putting my guard down.  That led to me believing we had a future together.  Things that, later on, he admitted to be lies.

I had always been a goody-two shoes, two scared of doing something wrong or getting into trouble to take any sort of risk.  My relationship with him helped me to come out of my shell, to start taking calculated risks and enjoy life.  The sex was fantastic.  I was careful, got him to take an HIV test (he was promiscuous) before we had intercourse using condoms.  Neither of us liked condoms, so I went on the pill, which was a disaster.  It caused depression and, ironically, loss of sex drive.  So I stopped taking it and we went back to using condoms.

He went away over Christmas and I missed him terribly.  I wouldn't go back on the pill because it messed up my brain and body in a way I hated.  He didn't like condoms at all.  I didn't particularly like then either but they fulfilled a purpose.  When we reunited, I was so happy to be with him, thinking he was in love with me, that I really let my guard down.  We had intercourse twice without protection of any kind.  The first time, he pulled out in plenty of time.  The second time, he climaxed inside me and then pulled out.  I knew pregnancy was a possibility.  But, I reasoned, I heard so many stories about women trying for months to get pregnant, what were the odds that it would happen from either of these two events?  And even if it did, he loved me, he'd marry me, get a job and we would live happily ever after.  I was twenty-seven, naive and thought I was in love.

I did get pregnant.  I found out right away when my period didn't come on time.  I honestly felt like it was stupid to take the test, that there was no way I would be pregnant.  When the test showed positive, I felt scared but excited.  Everything would be okay.  He was in Vancouver staying with his dad, but when I told him what had happened He would be so excited, he would hop on the next plane and we'd make our plans together.

That is not exactly what happened.  Let's just say that he very quickly let me know that if I decided to continue the pregnancy I would be on my own.

At the time, I was living with my parents and had a part time job working in a local pet food store for about eight bucks an hour.  I had about $7000 in student debt.  My parents had always said that if this ever happened to any of us, they would be there for us emotionally, but financially we were on our own.

For about a week I was determined to go through with it.  I would manage somehow.  Then reality kicked in.  I didn't want to be pregnant.  I certainly didn't want to be a single mother living on welfare.  Yes, I had a university degree but the job situation had been terrible for years.  All I could see ahead was darkness.  I had a very difficult decision to make.

I decided to have an abortion.  My doctor was very supportive and gave me the phone number of the downtown clinic.  I wanted it done right away.  But I had to wait another five weeks before the procedure would be feasible.  Those were a difficult five weeks.  But I had put myself in this situation and I took responsibility for it.  I used those five weeks to make damn sure the choice I had made was the right choice for me.  By the time my appointment came around, I knew that it was.

The most difficult thing I have ever done, it saddens me to this day that I had to make that choice.  But I know it was the right one.  I regret ever getting into the situation that necessitated my decision, but I do not regret the decision itself.  I remember feeling guilty because I was twenty-seven, not sixteen, and still didn't feel I had the resources to raise a child.  But the fact is, I did not want to be pregnant at that time.  I was not ready to have a child, emotionally or situationally or financially.  And, I did not want to be tied forever to this immature boy of a man who had lied and manipulated me.

I now have two children with the wonderful man who became my husband.  I think I am a fairly good parent, and knowing how challenging and expensive it is to raise children in our society, I am more certain than ever that I made the right choice all those years ago.

Women need to have a choice.  We need different affordable options for birth control, and access to abortion if the birth control methods don't work, or we make one mistake because we are passionate creatures with a drive to mate who don't always think logically.  We try to use our brains most of the time.  But sometimes our bodies work against our brains.  Jesus, if men were able to get pregnant, what do you think the rate of unplanned pregnancy would be???  And don't you think abortion clinics would be universal?  And birth control would be handed out by the government?

Women themselves need to speak up and demand to have control over our bodies.  We need to stop criticizing and blaming other women who must deal with an unplanned pregnancy.  We are human animals with a drive to reproduce.  Sometimes that drive overcomes logical planning and intelligent thought processes.  Should I have to pay for the rest of my life for one or two thoughtless moments?  I don't think so.  And neither should any other woman.

*Who are getting abortions?

~ Liz

*This is a video made in the U.S. but I imagine the statistics are similar here in Canada.  Canada has legalized abortion across the country.  However, women in many location do not have easy access to pregnancy termination procedures.  In Ontario, where I live, abortions are entirely covered by the provincial government, but this is not standard among all provinces.  It should be.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Editing Progress

So, I am in the middle of editing my work-in-progress novel, Beyond the Edge.  But it is now March Break and my kids are both at home so I don't know how much I'll get done this week.

However, it's going very well.  I had to shuffle a couple of scenes around which turned out a bit tricky, but once I sort all that out, it shouldn't take too much time to go through the rest of the chapter.  I hope to have it out to MLR Press by end of April or shortly thereafter.

Of course, I just began a new blog called Kink Exposed to follow my edgier research projects.  I will be posting Part II of my interview with Michael Tattersall by the end of the week.  If you like extremely handsome older men wearing leather pants/kilts and harnesses, please check it out!

Photo by Fernando Farfan 2012
As for this blog, it will continue to be a forum for news about my writing projects, including excerpts and teasers, occasional free reads, and tidbits about my everyday life.

I thank each and every one of you for continuing to check in, reading my posts, and making this blog a success.

~ Liz