Andrew Q. Gordon

My friend Sid is beside himself with glee that his first published work will be out on February 14, 2014. [Talk about a great release date!] TITLE: Holding on to Hope AUTHOR: Sid Love PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press LENGTH: 68 Pages COVER ARTIST: Paul Richmond BLURB: Bradley Parker has waited twenty years for Mr. Right, and on Valentine’s Day, he finally finds him. It’s love at first sight, and Brad even loses his virginity to the man of his dreams. But when he wakes up the next morning unable to remember anything—even what the man looked like—his best friend, Leslie, is convinced he imagined the whole thing. Brad knows he didn’t make up the best night of his life, but he …

I have to eat a bit of crow, I was complaining earlier that they closed the schools, daycare, government before we even got a flake of snow.  It did start snowing about 10:30 am.  But really? Even the squirrel didn’t care. Of course the snow picked up some and by 4:00 pm there was enough to go outside.  ‘lil q was born in Sept ’11 – the winter of ’11-’12 was so mild, we never got to use the winter coat we bought her. [Fortunately a co-worker of mine’s daughter fit in it last winter and this winter it made its way to Boston to the co-worker’s cousin’s daughter.] Last winter was colder, but there wasn’t a snow fall that would …

Once, when I too was a little q, I used to love my snow days; longed for them, prayed for them, maybe even did a few snow dances in hope some pagan deity might have pity on me and induce a foot or more of snow that would shut down the world for a day or two. Even as I got older, it was nice to get those snow days. Who wouldn’t want a day off? Hell I lived in an apartment, I didn’t have to shovel the snow. But now, well let’s just say I’m fed up with the ‘snow’ days around here.  So far they opened late of less than an inch.  Closed before Christmas for a big …

Kinda. Sorta. Maybe. Hopefully? So After many months of start and stop, of rewriting while trying to keep the story intact, I’ve finished the rough draft of Book 2 – The Eye And The Arm. Those who’ve followed my blog know I struggled with this. Not because I didn’t have the story set, but because I had to make the story fit within a word limit. I’m having second thoughts now.  Overall, I feel the Champions series is good – dare I say very good, though I know the hubris of saying that.  My issue is I wanted it to be a bit more epic. Nendor has three main continents – Ardus, Laudria & Erd.  My goal was to make each …

So I’m finally digging out from the avalanche that was my holiday. One of the things I’ve developed as a result of this year is yet more new found respect for my parents. It looked so easy to do lights, shop, cooked, a tree – not to mention my dad used to set up a Lionel Train set every holiday for us. But holy moly, trying to do most of those – and travel – really took the wind out of me. But I’ve had some time to recover and I’m regrouping for 2014. So with that, I’m looking to start booking guest posts and blog tours for the coming months.  I’m open to all types of posts – be they …

I wrote quite a bit about the lead up to Christmas ’13, but one thing I didn’t post was that we did a bit a of traveling for the holiday. [No sense advertising our house was empty for a few days, so I keep that info until I get back.] With a family all over, we had to make time for different celebrations. We started with Christmas Eve at our house. As a kid, Christmas Eve was spent at Grandma’s house.  The last two years we did that, but this year we had to switch things up. The next morning – we had to leave at 8:00 am to get a flight to visit my parents. She looked so cute …

I resisted the urge to post a first of the year, state of my authorship, replete with goals and resolutions. My goals and resolutions haven’t changed since the end of last year, the turning of the page to a new year didn’t do anything to make them any more devout.  I still want to eat better, lose some weight, exercise more, do more writing, etc.  But 2013 was quite a year for me, personally and professionally and it will be hard to find resolutions and goals to top last year.  So I’ll refrain from such things. That said, I reached a turning point with Purpose. I’d finished the story arc I started and needed to pick a new direction. When …

Guest Author: Dawn Kimberly Johnson Welcome Dawn, why don’t you start by telling everyone a bit about yourself. Thank you, Andrew. Whenever I’m asked to tell someone a bit about myself, my mind immediately goes to the data police collect at a crime scene, either for the victim or the perpetrator: age, race, gender, height, weight, and what they’re wearing. “Just the facts, ma’am.” I’m a fifty-year-old African American lesbian who writes about men in love, to quote my Twitter bio. I worked as a copy editor for a daily newspaper right out of college. I’m a lapsed artist, meaning I have a hefty collection of art pens but haven’t touched them in years. I’ve been writing instead and can’t …

As many of you have guessed from the Holiday Event I had on my blog this season, I love the different aspects of Christmas. I also want to create memories for ‘lil q like my parents and grandparents did for me. On Deanna Wadsworth’s blog I wrote about how Christmas is for kids, even the little kid inside us all: Christmas Is For Kids: And onBrita Adams’ Advent Calendar, I wrote about Christmas lights and how ‘lil q and I went out driving to look for them. Christmas Lights:

Christmas Pajamas When my children were small we fell into rather than decided on certain traditions. On Christmas Eve the children were each allowed to open one gift when we got home from Christmas Eve church services. I pretended to make a difficult choice, then handed each of them the one package they were allowed to open. Somehow they never caught on that it was always the one from their Granny and it always contained some really cool pajamas or a princess-worthy nightgown, which they were allowed to put on right away. My thirty-something daughters still talk about the year they received harem-style pajamas. Bicycles and dolls have been forgotten over the years but those pajamas linger as one of …