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Update, Or: How Karma Bit Me On the Ass

Hiatus Over (Mostly)

I posted back in August that I was on a bit of a hiatus from writing. But the truth is, I started writing again sometime in mid- to late-October. I’m sure a few people are saying, “that didn’t take long.” But the hiatus actually started back in January of 2016. It just took me until August to admit it publicly. And I guess by that point, I was already getting tired of it.

At any rate, whatever the reasoning: Yes, I’m writing again, although I’m taking it very slow, one day at a time, trying not to force things. Still hoping to reclaim that feeling of wanting to write, rather than feeling that I have to write.

Some days it works better than others.

So, What’s Up?

Karma: Image from Calm the F*ck Down: An Irreverent Adult Coloring Book

I recently wrapped up a short novel called The Well. This is the first thing I’ve completed since January 2016, and it feels pretty damned good. The funny thing is, this is sort of Karma’s way of biting me in the ass. See, I’ve been kicking this story idea around for years. It involves a group of high school students who decide to spend the night in an abandoned and supposedly haunted house. The next morning, one of them has disappeared without a trace. The thing is, I wasn’t ever entirely sure what happened to her. It wasn’t until last fall that all the pieces fell into place.

But what does that have to do with karma?

Remember the post I did a few months ago about my literary pet peeves? One of the things I hate more than anything is flashbacks. I have very little patience for them. I find them terribly tedious.

And so of course this story ended up being full of them.

I tried to get around it. Really, I did. I spent several weeks trying to figure out how to tell the story without moving back and forth in time, but in the end, somebody told me to quit fucking around and tell the story the way it needed to be told. And so, I did. About two-thirds of the story is set in modern day, but the other one-third is set twelve years earlier.

When Can We Read It?

I don’t know yet how or when it will be published. I’ll probably self-publish it in about April, but there are still a couple of other options I’m considering. Whatever happens, I’ll post about it here, as soon as I know anything.


As most of you have probably heard, Samhain is closing. Again. Or, for the first time. Except for that other time when they were closing but then weren’t.


This means two of my books will need new homes. Family Man, which I co-wrote with Heidi Cullinan, will be re-released by Dreamspinner Press, but I don’t know exactly when. Damned If You Do will be re-released by me, probably in April or so. I also plan to have audio of that one out around the same time.

As always, details will be posted here on my blog, as I receive them.

What’s Next?

There’s only one project I’m actively working on — a scifi novel I’m cowriting with Cari Z. We’re getting close to having a finished first draft, but we’re a long way from being officially “finished.” I have no idea if or when that story will be published.

Other than that, I’m honestly not sure what I’ll work on next. I have a football story I’ve been stalling on for ages. I also have two abandoned stories from several years ago, each with just a hint of BDSM, that might work together as the start of a new contemporary series. I’m still brainstorming the details. I’m also sort of considering a sequel to Trailer Trash, but it would be quite dark and angsty, and I’m not sure I want to go there.

For now, I guess I’ll just be plugging away on the scifi with Cari Z, until I get a good handle on one of those other projects.

Patreon Reminder

In case you missed it, I’m now on Patreon. Please consider supporting me there, if you feel so inclined. If not, no worries! I appreciate all the support I receive from readers, whether on or off Patreon. But, just so you know, Patreon supporters at the $7+ level will have the first glimpse of The Well next month. 🙂

That’s all for now! Thanks so much for all your support!

No More Rainbows or Unicorns, OR: Becoming a Hermit

I’ve spent the last few months (since January, to be exact) writing and rewriting a blog post that I never managed to publish. It occurred to me yesterday, after talking to a couple of my long-suffering author friends, that maybe the reason I couldn’t commit to the post was because I had the message all wrong.

And so, I’m trying again.

no-rainbow-pooping-unicornsIt’s no secret that I’ve had a bit of a love/hate relationship with my career for a while now. I know authors are never supposed to talk about these things. We’re supposed to pretend like being a published author is all rainbows and unicorns. Maybe it is for some people, but it never has been for me.

I’ve been an avid reader my entire life, but gay romance is the only genre I ever wanted to write. It’s the only genre I ever felt passionate about. The problem is, that passion has suffered a thousand painful little deaths over the years.

In previous versions of this post, I outlined all the things that helped kill my love of writing: never-ending genre drama, the changing face of publishing, the fact that I don’t write fast enough to stay afloat in Amazon’s current market paradigm…

TrailerTrash_400x600The list goes on and on, but after contemplating it for several months, I realize it doesn’t matter. Those are all contributing factors, to be sure, but the real issue is simply that my heart is no longer in it. Not only is the writing gone, but the love of writing is gone with it. I simply have no desire to sit down and put words on the page. I’ve barely written a word since January. Even when I was finishing up Trailer Trash, way back in December, I suspected it would be my last book. I always thought of it as my grand finale.

Well, it didn’t quite turn out that way. Certain developments (like one of my publishers closing) resulted in a few novellas releasing this summer. [Damned If You DoRoped InNormal Enough, and Making Waves] I hope you’ll still check those out, because they’re fun little stories. And for those whose first language is something other than English, there are still a string of translations lined up for release down the road. But for me, Trailer Trash is sort of where it ends.

For now, at least.

Which brings me back to those blog posts I never managed to publish.

I thought maybe it was time to call it quits. That’s what every single one of those unpublished posts said: I quit. But I couldn’t quite commit because, as I said before, gay romance is the only thing in the world I’ve ever wanted to write. And so even though I haven’t been writing, the thought of leaving completely scared the crap out of me. So instead…

I’m going on hiatus.

Making WavesWhat does that mean? Well, nothing really. I’ve already admitted that I’ve barely written a word since January. Technically, I’ve been hiatus for the last eight months. But it felt like it was time to share it with the world. The way things stand right now, Making Waves (which comes out in September) will be my last book for quite some time.

Will I be back?

I honestly have no idea. Only time will tell.

In conjunction with officially announcing my hiatus from writing, I’m suspending all my social media accounts. Yes, you’ll still be able to tag me on Facebook and @ me on Twitter, because deleting the accounts completely felt extreme. (Are you sensing a trend here? I have a hard time committing to anything.) But for the foreseeable future, at least, I won’t be active on either site. I will not respond to tags or tweets. I apologize in advance for being antisocial, but as I said in a blog post several years ago, I didn’t become an author so I could spend more time on Facebook.

The one thing I will continue to keep track of is this website. I’ve never been a very active blogger, but I will continue to respond to comments on my site. (Except for the mean ones. I’m tired of those. I reserve the right to delete you if you’re only here to insult me.)

6dee48a6bd92a7b5bbc609128eef21a7I’ll also continue to respond to emails. You can always reach me at msexton.author@gmail.com. (I love receiving emails, as long as they aren’t the mean kind.)

Other than that, I’m going into full-blown hermit mode. I fully intend to disappear for a while. I have no idea how long this will last. Maybe only another week or two. Maybe as long as a year.

Thanks so much to everybody who’s supported me over the last few years. I hope to see you all again on the flip side.