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April 2011


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


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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cities in dust

Somehow it escaped my mind that Jim is flying in to Houston this coming Monday. He's staying a week so we can all work on TJB #5 together. (Maybe that should be the title. We can market it like a fragrance.) Today I looked at my apartment and realized what a mess it really is. Rex has been hiding downstairs for most of the day, unsure of what to make of the noisy vacuum, various spray bottles, sponges, and rags being used in this act called CLEANING. Something he really hasn't seen me do much of since his arrival at The Compound. So far, the dust is winning. I feel like I'm just taking it for a walk, moving it from one part of the apartment to another. Or, giving it a tour. "Have you seen the lampshade? Why don't you hang out here for a while while I take your friends here to the bookshelf? After that, I'll peel off another layer of nicotine from the television, and we'll watch Nick at Nite."

This is why creative types of yore had houseboys and assistants. It's easy to forget about housekeeping when you're trying to write. This is the glamorous life that Sheila E. sang about. Pardon me while I go scrub Lazlo's litter box.