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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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i know there's something going on

I think I neglected to ever mention that Becky and I are going to New Orleans today to attend Saints & Sinners. I just assume that everyone who reads me also reads Becky's LJ, and certainly she's mentioned it, but I suppose that's not always the case. If you feel misinformed, you're in fairly good company, because I didn't even tell Rex. He's been glued to my side all morning, however, obviously aware that something's going on. The laundry! The luggage! The grabbing of shoes and packing shirts that will never see the light of day! That puppy was taken to a boarding facility!

Yes, Maverick is still here and he's being boarded at Happy Tails while we're gone. I dropped him off last night and, ever since then, Rex has been set to Perma-Nap. Every time I see him he's curled up in a little ball, resting his eyes. If I move, he leaps up to follow, but then falls into a heap on the floor wherever stop for more than fifteen seconds. Someone's not exactly a youngster anymore. And he wants me to know that he's my one and only dog. That could very well be true. We'll see.

I wish I could take Rex with us. I always hate leaving him behind. If more of you would buy Fool For Love and foist it upon your friends and relatives, then maybe Becky and I would be best-selling writer/editors and could justify having the sort of eccentric behavior that allows one to bring a caustic kangaroo dog on speed with them wherever they go. Until then, Rex will have to stay home and darn socks, or trade stocks, or something.

At Saints & Sinners, Becky and I are hosting a Fool For Love reading. Some of our contributors will be there and will read from their stories. I forget which day this is happening. Tomorrow? Saturday? Sunday? One of those days, for sure. I could look it up, I suppose, but I can't be bothered right now. I'm too busy wondering what I've forgotten to pack. We're driving to New Orleans and last night Becky asked when I thought I'd wake up today. I hoped that I'd sleep in and wake up around 9 AM. (Whoever thought that one day I'd consider that hour of the day as sleeping in? Not me!) I "slept in" until 7:30 this morning. A whole half-hour. Woohoo! I didn't get much sleep last night, because I was anxious and running through every what-might-happen-if-my-lung-collapses-while-in-New Orleans scenario in my head until very, very late. I've been doing this nightly all week, so I'm damn tired today. Which probably means that I've packed twenty pair of underwear and one shirt for four days.