This, maaaaaybe the stupidest post ever since, at time of writing, the only person who has friended this journal is one of my co-editors, but perhaps I will consider this a legacy post.

My first published story will be 'Two Men: A Fugue',to be found in 'I Do, Two'. I am in amongst some real stars:

Aim Higher by JL Merrow
Cakewalk by Nathan Burgoine
Elephants In Her Tea by Julia Rios
Even Guys Cry by D.C. Juris
Ganymede by Lenore Black
Hitched by Michael Gouda
Home Cooking by Brian Holliday
Honolulu Hula by Neil S. Plakcy
Inner Truth by Alex Beecroft
Mallory’s Gift by L-J Baker
Mister Right by Rob Rosen
Morbidly Obese by Rick Reed
Mountain Ash by Ruth Sims
No Queens on Pickett Street by Martha Miller
Ships that Pass by Jamie Freeman
Stripes by Nigel Puerasch
The Song Inside by Nexis Pas
The Uneven Chance by Charlie Cochrane
Touche by James Buchanan
Turnabout by Lee Rowan
Two Men: A Fugue by Sophia Deri-Bowen
Under the Shadow of Your Wings by Jill Palmer
Work Experience by Bruin Fisher

Why no, this still doesn't feel entirely real, why do you ask?

So I was playing around on GoDaddy, planning to buy a domain (uh, once I have an 'about the author' section to put said domain name into), since that's what all the cool kids have.  Ever one to be irritatingly iconoclastic, I checked the availability of StarsAndSwallows.com, so as to name it after four of my tattoos.  (The Celtic knotwork piece is clearly the redheaded stepchild, and yes, my userpic is one of my pieces.)  And then it occurred to me that maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe that wasn't such a grand domain name, and 'swallows' has more than one meaning, and the upshot of it is that www.SophiaDeriBowen.com will totally be mine, someday.  When, you know, I actually sell something :)

In conclusion, being a semi-professional is awesome.

Just a little something that came to me all in one night, upon reading the poem. (In a 1925 edition of the Girl Scout Handbook, of all things!) A gift to me, written so quick and so sweet, and so a gift to you.

m/m romance, somewhat explicit, beware presence of American/Welsh relations ;)

 

( Kipling and Camping, by Sophia Deri-Bowen )