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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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Tom went to bed, Beck crashed on the couch behind me (here, in the office), Guinness is passed out on the floor and Margot is asleep in her crate. Since everyone is asleep, I figured I may as well write about last weekend.

Our Timothy James Beck cowriters, Tim and Jim, flew in for a visit. It was really great to see them again, because I think it's been almost two years since they were last here. We had a lot to talk about; stuff that happened while writing the last book, what's in store for the future, blah blah blah. I don't mean to make it sound negative. It wasn't at all. It was great. But I know it would be boring to anyone who may read this, so why bother?

We did a signing at Borders River Oaks, which was fantastic. A lot of friends showed up, which was so nice of them. Our friend James even flew in from Maine just for the event. (Which isn't entirely true, but whatever.) It was really crazy to see all of our books displayed; six different titles since 2001. (Counting various side projects, but, again, whatever.)

Jim brought Napoleon Dynamite with him for us to watch. I hadn't seen it, and dang was it funny. I need to score a copy of that for myself.

Becky was probably exhausted by the weekend due to her job as Julie the Cruise Director; making sure the lads gave me space in the morning. This is one of my many character flaws. I love Jim and Tim and was thrilled to have them visit, but I'm not good at sharing my personal space. Okay, I suck at it. Especially in the morning. I'm from the sticks of Maine, where I grew up with my immediate family. Everyone else in my extended family was in the midwest. So there wasn't a whole lot of visits from the grandparents, aunts and uncles, etc. Family visits were a rare thing. I had a handful of friends, and I don't think any of them ever slept over. My parents, brother and I all kept a healthy distance from each other, too. So I'm just not good at having house-guests. I wasn't bred for interaction. As a result, everyone probably thought I had a bad time last weekend, which wasn't the case at all. And if I brought any y'all down as a result of my psychological b.s., sorry guys. But, should anyone need it, here's evidence from the TJB home office in Houston that clearly shows that I adore my friends and was glad to see them.

(It's pretty sad when you have to convince people (or yourself) that you had a good time and enjoyed their company. This is why I haven't had a boyfriend in years, people.)

Jim left me a cute gift; a mug from The Museum of Fine Arts. In fact, it's this one. I collect coffee mugs, (Hello. My name is Timothy, and I'm a big geek.) so I love it. I used it this morning. Thanks, Jim!

And I'm a moron. I completely forgot to get Tim(my) to sign his book for me. Now I'll have to mail it to him. duh.

Anyway, it was a swell weekend. But now it's odd being in such a quiet house.

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