I think it’s very funny to be me and abandon an honestly pretty well selling for the niche romance trilogy to go insane and labor for years on a socio political piece on Latin culture/heritage/etc starring an indigenous death god and a dog and I’ve been foam at the mouth constantly obsessed with this for years, I’ve rewritten it at least four times, I’ve workshopped it, queried it, fought about it, cried about it, lost friends over some of the ideas in it, gone to the Bahamas to research parts of it, and literally the ONLY thing to actually for real distract me from The Great Work in all these years is my brain going “hold up, we gotta go obsess over the fictional murder-y musical French dude again.”
I’m gonna change my author bio everywhere to “it’s very funny to be me, actually.” that’s it. that’s the bio.
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current(ish) topics: latino men in media, writing about problems with depictions of latino men in media, pole dance, liveblogging the authorial meltdown, the very serious current novel / novel number 5, the secret fourth (fun) novel, thirst hours, phantom of the opera opinions scattered across many tags, including one tag about my favorite stage phantom.
pet topics not covered here: witchcraft / american conjure / the afro indigenous diaspora religions, knives, dog rescue, dogs, dogs in general, the trilogy We Do Not Speak Of.
