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

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trapped in the drive-thru


I got back from a Jack In The Box run. I was kind of hungry because not only did I clean L____'s house today, but I spent an evening crafting with Becky, Lindsey, Rhonda, and Mr. Becky. I wish I could say what we made, but it was top secret craftiness. There was a creative energy in the air that I haven't felt since kindergarten. I'm glad Becky broke out the craft boxes tonight. Good times.

While I was scrubbing behind L____'s guest toilet today I got to thinking about all the people who have written and asked me when the next Timothy James Beck book is coming out. I thought I should probably address it here and say publicly what I've told those people in email. Which is to say that I have no idea. I'm sure that doesn't seem worthy of public mention, but it is because saying that compels me to finally put the ideas that have been forming in my head into an email, send them to my co-writers, and then say, "Is this a start of something? Is it worth turning into a book and, if not, any ideas on how we can build on it?"

Thinking about a plot for a book, cleaning, being crafty and having fun with my friends, it made me hungry. So I went to Jack In The Box, as I said, and I have to ask if I'm the only one who can go to the drive-through at any hour of the night and always get stuck behind a huge line of cars? There's a big curve in the drive-though line and it always looks as though nobody's there, but when I get around the bank of the curve there's always four of five cars ahead of me. I took Rex with me tonight, so at least I had him to talk to while I waited. I almost put the car in reverse, because I didn't want to wait, but the minute I looked behind me, someone else pulled in so I couldn't leave. Bastard. After what seemed like forever, I got my food, my huge Sprite, and I got the hell out of there. I got three sips out of my soda and it wasn't until the last turn onto our street, mere yards from the drive to The Compound, that my soda tipped out of the cup holder and dumped all over the floor of the passenger side, which has never happened to me before. I was furious for about a minute, which was enough for Rex to think he did something wrong, which in turn made me feel bad. But, on the upside, while I was scrubbing the floor of the car later and hosing down the floor mat, I figured out how I could work the whole thing into my book idea.

Score!

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