May 25, 2013
So Franz is spinning out into being this whole series of stories kind of guy. Would anyone be interested in seeing that? (At least half as interested as I am in writing it, because I am totally willing to write the fok out of this. Serious business.)
When I started, it was something different, but it’s been steadily evolving. Not so much a romance as a life story. What’s posted here for the hop is pretty gen. It’s just him dealing with this giant mental shift while powerless an...
May 22, 2013
Title: Slipping Through the Cracks
Author: Harper Kingsley
Character: Franz Caulder/Ryan Wilder, Dr. Pamela Werth, Nicole Carson
Genre: mm
Rating: mature
A/N: Nicole uses the F-word like a lot.
Summary: Locked in a mental hospital, Kid Nitro is falling into the life of an alternate version of himself. Franz Caulder.
Check out: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.
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He felt groggy and out of sync. His body was a heavy suit pulling him down and even though he couldn’t sleep anymore he felt exhausted....
May 21, 2013
Title: Slipping Through the Cracks
Author: Harper Kingsley
Character: Franz Caulder/Ryan Wilder, Dr. Pamela Werth, Nicole Carson
Genre: mm
Rating: mature
Summary: Kid Nitro went to sleep in his own bed, and woke up on another Earth in the body of an alternate Franz Caulder. It’s a world without metabilities, which is jarring enough, but it’s also a world where Other-Franz is a mental patient grappling with some serious problems.
Check out: Part 1, Part 2.
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He was running. His le...
May 20, 2013
There are times when…
I am completely crazy. Certifiable. And the worst part isn’t the being crazy, but the knowing I’m being crazy and not being able to stop myself.
Sometimes I can’t control the volume of my voice so I mutter and mumble or I nearly shout and my laughter’s too loud. Other times I find myself waking up in the middle of some big lecture on like politics or Firefly. And then there are the times when I want to hide myself away forever and if I was a billionaire I’d be an elusive one.
There’s like a dozen-dozen people all fighting for space inside my skin, and every single one of them is deathly afraid of being known. I thrive on being the outsider even as some part of me is begging not to be so desperately alone.
I realize that I coul...
May 18, 2013
Title: Slipping Through the Cracks
Author: Harper Kingsley
Character: Franz Caulder/Ryan Wilder, Dr. Pamela Werth, Nicole Carson
Genre: mm
Rating: mature
Summary: Franz goes to sleep in his bed and wakes up locked in a mental health hospital with no idea how he got there or why.
Check out: Part 1.
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By the time he was back in his room and was sure he would have a bit of time alone, he was about an inch away from throwing a screaming fit.
Making sure the door was tightly closed, he pulled the...
May 16, 2013
Welcome to my stop on the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia blog hop. My name is Harper and I write a mix of mm and slashy sci-fi and fantasy stories with an emphasis on plot over porn.
It feels weird to realize that even just a few short years ago people didn’t believe that gay marriage would ever be possible. It was one of those things that had people shaking their heads and saying, “That will never happen.”
Look at us now.
There’s hope that someday people will wak...
May 9, 2013
I need to buy new clothes. Like everything.
When I was working for the casino, I would buy a lot of clothes and books and movies and things. I spent so much money, but I stockpiled all the things I never had before and that I have now.
Seriously, when you start out with virtually nothing–just one suitcase to your name–you spend the first year just trying to bring yourself to a liveable standard. And of course, right in the middle of all that, I had my nephew living with me and he needed *everything.* He literally only had the clothes he was wearing.
Now though, I find myself needing a shopping spree once again. I’ve been rotating through my giant box of clothes, but eveything has writing on it. My terrible sense of humor is on full display and I feel like I’m to the...
May 7, 2013
I am in a writing mood today and I love it.
There are just some days when you wake up thinking, “I am going to finish some stuff.” And that was me today.
-I’ve wrapped up a few chapters of Paradigm Shift. I write them on my Kindle using ColorNote, putting each piece on the day it will be posted. I write at least four mini-screens for each post, giving me a minimum of 500 words per. (We’re already past the 30k mark, and that’s not talking the bonus Park POVs.)
I started with the 500 chunklet method with Paradigm Shift, but I’ve also started using it for other projects. I have proof that I’ve got my daily minimums when I can see it right there on a calendar view. So that’s really helped keep me focused and on task.
-I’ve been editing A&am...
May 3, 2013
My brother is pretty heated right now. Like to the point that if that woman shows up again he’s probably going to chuck a rock through her car window.
I know that sounds pretty bad, but here’s the story:
Yesterday I was sitting on the porch minding my own business with my dog at my side. A red car drives down the hill and stops next to the lilac bush next to our driveway. I thought the driver was just making a phone call or something, until I started hearing the click-click of clippers.
I yelled at her to “Hey, stop! That’s our bush!” But she just clipped faster. Then I got to her car and I start yelling at her, and she pulls out the “I didn’t know anyone lived here. I just thought it was a vacant lot. I was just picking some of these for my sick d...
April 30, 2013
Title: The Panic Pure
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: mm suspense thriller
Rating: mature
Summary: Daniel Worth, billionaire and CEO of Worth Enterprises is questioned by FBI agent Marshal Newman about the disappearance of one of his employees. They strike up a conversation and soon are regularly meeting and begin dating. However neither realizes just how close danger is lurking.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Some part of him had insisted that having Marshal move in would be a disaster. There would be fighting and despair and he would run away to join Arthur in the guesthouse. Everything would degenerate into something from a soap opera and he would get the crazy idea of wanting someone in his life out of his system once and for all. He would settle into the idea of being a lonely hermit and it would b...
April 27, 2013
So while I was quietly freaking out, it took me until last night to remember these are self-imposed deadlines with only one of the three really, no contest having to happen.
That’s part of my problem. I put too much stress on myself instead of holding to the old adage of “Slow and steady wins the race.”
I’ve never liked the idea of being slow, but steady is the perfect pace. As long as something is happening each day, a story will build itself up, the words will add up, and suddenly a novel will appear.
It’s like magic beans. Something worthless becomes something invaluable. It just needs a chance to grow.
500 words a day x 5 days = 2500 words a week.
2500 words x 4 weeks = 10,000 words a month.
10,000 words x 12 months = 120,000 words.
Sometimes there’s...
April 26, 2013
Social anxiety is one of those things where people don’t believe you have an issue. There’s always this sense of “Get over it.”
If that were possible, I wouldn’t have it.
I posted on some forums and now I’m stressing out because no one’s responded. And I’m not really scared of what they’ll say, because most people don’t go out of their way to be jerks.
No, I’m afraid I’ve made a fool of myself on the internet again. Just the thought of thousands of people judging me and deciding I’m terrible makes me afraid. I start sweating and I get nervous and my stomach churns with acid. I can’t stand the idea of being hated even by people I don’t know.
And do you know what helps? Talking about what I’m afra...
April 25, 2013
I appreciate how much better my Kindle has made my life.
I will never give up having at least a laptop, but I’m not chained to it anymore. I have something that more easily fits my hand. I can work outside or thanks to Swype write while I’m walking somewhere.
I use ColorNote to write posts, then email them either to myself or directly to my blog. I’ve nearly completed a novel with it.
And for proofing … The Kindle has become my hero.
I make a mobi file, then use notes to tell myself where changes should be, and the dictionary has saved me a few headaches. I bookmark the page where I left off so I never lose my place. And when I’m all done, I see where changes need to be made and I do a Find & Replace on my document.
Maybe I’ll upgrade to a better and...
April 24, 2013
The maple trees are sending out little white and yellow specks of dust. Just a rippling tide floating out of the air. Tiny dry specks that can be blown away.
I should write that. A society so advanced they use plants to breed. Your DNA added to some beautiful tropical flower and allowed to pollinate other flowers. Then a zygote for human implantation or budding pops out. To walk in and see a baby suspended in a large pod, floating nourished in a fluid filled pocket.
It’s like Aeon Flux in the connection to nature.
I wonder why people don’t breed plants as organic machines.
Genetically modified to do whatever we want naturally.
I’m not seeing living spaceships quite yet — how long can a giant clam hold its breath? — but I can imagine sting shooter plants, oxyge...
April 24, 2013
There are times when I’m completely manic.
You don’t realize how powerful it makes you feel. It’s like the really good drugs … And just like them it’s super dangerous. Like careening off a cliff dangerous.
One minute it’s all laughter packed into your chest, everything looks vibrant and bright, and you’re completely in love with yourself. You look in the mirror and you’re just BEAUTIFUL and you feel STRONG. And you go out partying or whatever and it feels like you can do no wrong and nothing will ever be able to hurt you.
Then somehow, all unknowing, the world changes — or maybe it’s you. You’re the one that changed.
And for a little while everything is too bright and too frightening before shrinking down to an expanse of so...
April 23, 2013
I can’t explain the logic of it, but I flip my Red Bulls upside down for a few seconds before opening them. Not really a shake — as I don’t want to make a mess — but enough to stir up the flavor. Yes, even I am baffled by my own thinking, but I do it anyway.
It’s part and parcel with the whole thing that has me obsessively checking my email two minutes after I post a story. As though anyone would have even read it yet, much less had a chance to post feedback. (That’s the best thing about TTH. There’s always someone there to comment like practically immediately. FFnet gets me some weird comments, while AO3 is beautiful, but people don’t comment as much. The kudos are nice though.)
Basically I’m a praise monkey. Say something nice enough ...
April 23, 2013
Half editing this monster (Allies & Enemies) in my spare time. I like this scene, but it’s most likely going to be cut because it doesn’t really serve a purpose. I just thought it was cool.
I was thinking I might turn it into a one-shot or the opening scene of someone else’s story. There’s gotta be other prisoners of these guys looking for a chance to shine, or at the very least reclaim their lives.
EXCERPT:
Rating: teen+ (language, description of gore)
*** = small spoiler for A&E removed.
He’d given up that life. He wasn’t that guy anymore. He’d made promises and commitments. But that was all in the past tense. He was in the moment, in the now, and there was the thunder red of rage-rage-rage burning across Vereint’s brain.
All this t...
April 23, 2013
So I shut off anonymous commenting on my LiveJournal. I was suddenly getting a lot of weird spam messages because I’d joined the rankings. There were hundreds of screened comments and there was just no way I could get through them all. LiveJournal never told me they were there, so I probably dropped the ball responding to some legitimate comments too, which makes me feel bad.
Anyway, to test this out I logged out of LiveJournal and tried to comment on a post.
“Error: this user has turned off anonymous commenting.”
What the heck, LJ? That’s so stupid. Why would that be the first option, especially when it’s turned off? There’s all these commenting options — OpenID, Twitter, Facebook — yet the default is Anonymous when someone clicks from the f...
April 22, 2013
-Overalls. Seriously, they’re dorky, maybe a little ugly, but sometimes they just seem perfect.
There’s nothing like pulling on some overalls, my big clunky work boots, and just going out and digging around in the yard. There’s nature and dirt and just not giving a crap about anything but the moment.
-Been editing some projects, writing on others, and basically spending a lot of time by myself. I’m just grateful the sun decided to shine some because I needed to get out o...
April 22, 2013
Title: From Diamond to Coal
Author: Sol Crafter
Genre: science fiction, mm romance
Rating: teen+
Summary: Picks up from the end of Arc One [available from Amazon or Smashwords] William and Alan are coming back from their honeymoon, dealing with police, and basically getting their lives back together.
CHAPTER NINE
The car pulled up in front of the brownstone and William barely waited for the door to be opened all the way before leaping out. He didn’t really want to go inside, but a big part of him insisted that it was better to just get the horror over with than to let himself linger in misery.
“So they’re already waiting for us inside?” he asked Byron Hughes.
The bodyguard shrugged. “Looks like. O’Rielly says the police are very insistent on talki...
