Wow, why does everyone think I lead this incredibly entertaining life? Sure I've done a little stalking in my day... and seen the ghost of my first love... and there were a few times I seduced a straight guy (too many stories), but not everything I write is based on real life. I have yet to kiss a Chupacabra. It's on the list, trust me.

 

Not counting short stories (I'm always in the midst of one story or another), it's a novel entitled Played. It's a bit different from some of the writing most people have seen from me. It's a witty and romantic comedy with fantastical elements. Take a sad gay man, throw into the mix a handsome guy from Wonderland, add some intrigue, Tarot cards, and you get the idea.

 

Actually, yes! I finished up a new Fallen story and sent it out to a major spec fic site. Hopefully they'll buy it. I also have plans for more with the goal of releasing one every year or so. Some people have told me they'd like to see a novel set amid the Fallen one day. Hmm... it's a thought. Let me know what you think.

 

 

 

He's my favorite character Inside, that's all I'll say (though I hope I'm not as much as an asshole as he can be). There are days when even Caleb hates the life he leads... though I imagine these are few and far between.

 

 

Right. Vintage. [insert sigh here] Well right now that manuscript has been pretty much put away. I tried to sell it but failed. Maybe one day in the future a nice editor will want a story about a teen boy and his ghost.

 

 

Now this is a very easy answer. It's the same as my own middle name.

 

 

 

I'm a lusus naturae. I don't have one.

 

 

It is referred in the family as Scheppsell's Curse - all Berman men have no tolerance for alcohol. Scheppsell was my great grandfather and was known to enjoy a glass of wine with meals. His family feared he'd drink too much so they took to hiding the bottle. One afternoon he discovered a wrapped package behind the ice box. When the family returned they found Scheppsell lying on the kitchen floor. They were sure he was dead. Then they saw the empty bottle and heard him snore. Ever since, no Berman male has been able to take more than two drinks without being totally inebriated.

 

Ah, to be honest, I suffer from depression. Being gay is certainly not always being happy, no matter what the word originally meant. I'm currently on medication and attending a gay peer group. I admit all this freely in the hopes that other people suffering the same will seek some help. Having caring friends and family has honestly saved my life despite the dark days.