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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

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deep ocean, vast sea

Just as I'm starting to feel coherant today, outside, the moon is slowly hogging the spotlight. I've missed the daytime, once again. Weeks ago, a certain editor asked me if I had any interest in writing a particular genre. I wasn't sure, so I said, "Let me think about it," because a consistently broke writer should never close the door to the possibility of being paid. I'd rather not go into details yet, but there were a few red flags to consider. Still, the more I pondered, the more I came to the conclusion that, yes, I might have something to offer in that particular genre. Recently I contacted the editor, gave him the general plot idea, and said something like, "Does this idea have any merit?" Apparently, it does. Today the editor requested that I write a proposal, post haste. Post haste is definitely not my style, but this time, I'm not going to vacillitate in my usual Gemini fashion, because it seems wise to act immediately, before the editor has a chance to realize that I'm faking it as I go along.

I've dipped my big toe (I really have to clip that toenail.) into the solo writing waters, but the concept of writing an entire novel by myself is a vast and lonely sea. I'm not sure if I can navigate its waters alone, but the idea of attempting it is not only scary, but also very exciting. Just knowing that someone thinks I can do it, and do it well, is uplifting. Yesterday while doing my Consuella Agador Spartacus gig at L____'s house, I was scrubbing behind the toilet and thought about the version of Fleetwood Mac's "Sara" on the reiussed Tusk CD where Stevie says, during the song's intro, "I don't want to be a cleaning lady," and I smiled.