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April 2011

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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

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If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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I was extremely nervous about flying back to Houston. If you've read HE'S THE ONE and remember how Adam Wilson dealt with his fear of flying by "steering" the plane with his armrests during turbulence, that's kind of how I am, too. (Oddly, I didn't write that passage in our book, but I definitely relate to it.) I'd already covered my ass before I went to Maine by bargaining with fate. I made sure I wasn't expendable by promising Becky that she and I would write another Cochrane Lambert book together after my trip. I've had a book forming in my head all along anyway, but I figured sealing the deal (pun intended) prior to the journey couldn't hurt.

When I boarded the plane in Portland I poked my head into the cockpit to ask the pilots if they were awake and well rested. I was relieved that I didn't even have to ask, because the pilot was hot. Everybody knows that your plane can't crash if the pilot is hot. The plane wasn't overbooked either, so I got to stretch out and take a nap during the flight. I slept soundly, too, knowing that the hot pilot would get me to Cleveland in one piece.

The flight from Cleveland to Houston was a different story. The average looking pilots assured me that they were on the ball, which didn't calm my nerves, because we weren't on a ball. We were on a plane, idiots! Everything was too typical. Every seat was occupied. The two women seated next to me in my row chattered loudly the entire flight, so I couldn't nap. The person behind me kept putting their feet on my armrest, kicking my elbow in the process. The children two rows ahead of me were screaming the entire time. The in-flight movie was one of those Tim Allen as Santa films. It all seemed so dire. But we landed safely, and I think that was due to the navigational system in my head that got us through all those dark and thick clouds during our descent.

It's great to be back.

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