We're now halfway through GLBT Week at Vulpes Libris and I hope everyone's enjoying it. I certainly am! So far we've had a look at: Sarah Waters' Fingersmith; the love affair between Sylvia Townsend Warner and Valentine Ackland; and a rollercoaster ride through gay teen fiction. It's all go, my dears, and there's still so much more to look forward to!
I'm also pleased to say that Amber Quill Press have accepted my (straight) erotic short story, The Boilerman and The Bride, for publication on 4 July - and a special thank you to Ruth at work for the title. But, trust me, the story behind her boilerman and bride is entirely different and very proper. Honest! I'm also at the 40,000 word marker in The Executioner's Cane, so about one-third through, which is nice. Heck, there's almost hope there. Almost ...
This week's meditation poems have so far been:
Meditation 352
If in doubt
send for a clever woman:
they’re much better
at fooling a man
into doing the right thing
than a thousand messages
from God
would ever be.
Meditation 353
Never trust a man
with beautiful hair
and don’t respond
to a neighbour
who burns your fields
to get your attention:
it’ll all end in tears.
Meditation 354
His promise
becomes a betrayal
and kisses
are nothing but scars
in the making
while it’s best not to mention
his deceitful web
of words
drifting through the air
to catch you.
Meanwhile rejections this week: 1
Under serious consideration: 1
Anne Brooke
The Prayer Seeker's Journal
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